Alix Olson - Witches lyrics

They’ve made us fear every year Every extra hair that sprouts on tit or chin Til we begin to forget the wisdom we’ve collected Til we’ve defected to the distinguished older men And they win-- again Well, i’ve decided to trade that old lady prescription For a witch revolution that defies description This hag will ride her wrinkles to the sky When i’m an old witch I’ll be ready to fly I’ll just saddle up my saddle bags One pouch for each thigh Pack em with pride Yeah, grip my thick sides and ride I’ll grasp my broomstick with a gnarled knuckle Buckle in each saggy tit Then f*ck that sh**, i’ll say These fat witch titties hurt today And they’ll wiggle Loose and alive And as my broomstick rises I’ll shake my hips like tambourines Alarming little boys with the noise Of my shaking thighs in the skies above And all the while, the little girls will smile Cause they’ll know the music of sisterly love And it’s funny how they say an old c*nt Should be all dried up Cause i’ll give myself a lube job Shake my broomstick til my clit throbs Til i sing into the winds the unpredictable desire The unfathomable fire of self-loving pa**ion Til i scream the screams of rapes unwitnessed Til i moan the moans of wives accosted By "boys will be boys" who just lost it for a moment The groans of all those moments running together Into some woman’s forever I’ll rise with the song of the witch unleashed: This b**h barking wild, this woman-child This tight-a** c*nt uncoiling At the sight of the cauldron boiling... See, in that sky we’re gonna cause some trouble Make a little dick stew bubble We’ll need the tongue of a liar or two Some bush and some rudy should do A sprig of rush limbaugh, i thought A dash of ronnie reagan on top That slop is bound to trickle down A wall street boy, a ceo or two They can downsize all day While they’re merging in our stew And the eye of newt too And all the other mean white boys— The military, the budget, some of their toys To keep em quiet while they’re brewed You know boys when they riot They’re downright rude And i’ll keep stirring up my pot Stirring up my plot to throw in any man Who puts his hands on my sister when she says no Who’s looking tasty now, mister In you go And i’ll be flying I’ll have my hands in my hair I’ll grasp the gray, pay homage to its journey Stroke my leathered skin, full of fight and fury Weathered by the storms of audre lorde The rage and glory that hover By stories of sisters loving each other And i’ll spot a boy scout Helping a granny across the street Feeling manly and strong Til this witch charming comes along I’ll sling my tits like grenades To the ground. they’ll anchor me down I’ll whoop and howl like jane Swing down on a varicose vein Unfold my stomach rolls for red carpet My royal landing to the street I’ll sweep that granny off her feet Make room on the back of my broom And we’ll rise through the skies Two witches surrounded by sisters Soaring through roaring storms Thunder clouds obscuring vision But we’ll know our mission: To keep riding high So i can’t wait until the day I make my cane my broomstick Sweep myself off my own two feet Pick out all my false teeth and grin- Til i’m like mother jones or harriet tubman Like audre lorde or emma goldman Like bessie smith or lucille clifton Til these bones are in their crone prime And at that time i won’t grow old with a lady’s grace Won’t look in the mirror at my wrinkled face And sigh or groan or cry Cause i’ll be looking at the face of a proud old witch Who’s finally ready to fly-- See, all that hocus pocus sh** Is just to scare you away, brother Cause real witch magic is just Sisters loving each other