Baba Yaga - Charming Disaster

Have you seen it in the gland

And cottage up on chicken legs

Better hope that she ain’t home

She’ll suck the marrow from your bones

Sweet old lady she is not

Stick you in her stewing pot

Baba Yaga

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Baba Yaga

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Wise old crone or wicked witch

Got a broom of silver birch

She might give you what you need

Imma need a poppy seed

Sweep away all trace of track

You don’t want her coming back

Baba Yaga

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Baba Yaga

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Country girls or merchants' sons

What’s the reason you have come?

By compulsion or free will

Or brought here by my spinning wheel?

Seeking apples made of gold?

Ask my sister, she would know

Baba Yaga

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Baba Yaga

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Turn her comb into a forest when it’s time for you to flee

Her kerchief to a river, her mirror to the sea

With her mortar and her pestle she will follow close behind

You are spinning on her spindle, she’ll unravel you in time

Lives behind a fence of skulls

There’s still room for just one more

Served by disembodied hands

Mistress of the borderlands

Pony-legged, lion teeth

Give her something good to eat

Baba Yaga

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Baba Yaga

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Baba Yaga!