There's something in the
Rye
1/08/99
Oh, mother I saw something queer last night
Grandfather stalking deer last night
Something in his eyes, an evil light
And I swear he drank its blood last night
There's something in the Rye
Something dark and scary from the night behind my eyes
There's something in the Rye
And something's got to burn tonight or the Devil's gonna fly.
That Cabot girl's got a poppet and it looks just like me
Her mother never goes to church and I think it's plain to see
All her potions, all her brews, they cause a lot of harm
I think we'd better burn her before she kills us with a charm
There's something in the Rye
Something dark and scary from the night behind my eyes
There's something in the Rye
And something's got to burn tonight or the Devil's gonna fly.
The season's been too wet Don't breathe it
But if we try, we can get the rye in yet Don't reap it
There's a black smudge on the grain Don't bake it
There's a black spot on my brain Don't eat it
There's something in the Rye
Something dark and scary from the night behind my eyes
There's something in the Rye
And something's got to burn tonight or the Devil's gonna fly.
Oh, mother I saw old Mrs. Grue last night
Dancing with the Devil on the witches' night
Shrieking and changing and taking flight
And screwing and chanting and casting a blight
There's something in the Rye
Something dark and scary from the night behind my eyes
There's something in the Rye
And something's got to burn tonight or the Devil's gonna fly.
The children have visions, the old men dream dreams
And bonfires are lit and the night fills with screams
And the real devil's just a dark smudge on the grain,
And the werewolves and witches are on the run again
There's something in the Rye
Something dark and scary from the night behind my eyes
There's something in the Rye
And something's got to burn tonight or the Devil's gonna fly.
Something's got to burn tonight or the Devil's gonna fly.
Something's got to burn tonight,
The Devil's gonna fly.