Alina Pleskova - Pizza Coven lyrics

We light oxblood candles, sprinkle rings of oregano Crouch over eerie smartphone glow, cloaked in black lace garments with ample stretch room Our burnt tongues nightly chant, Deliver unto us this rightfully-owed free side of hot wings With brew pints bubbling over, we cackle louder than the women with salads harder than those in yogurt commercials with their sensible haircuts with their mortal flesh