LYRIC: The Electricity Doesn’t Like The Man (October)
There was a witch once told my mother
The electricity doesn’t like the man
But was she a good witch, or was she a bad witch?
And was my father, or I, the man?
At home our lights would flicker
Our bulbs would burst, our fuses short
I thought witches were just in books
So I gave her words no further thought
Oh!
The electricity doesn’t like the man
The man!
A friend once tried a ouija board
But thought he’d let something evil in
Speaking in a different voice he said to me:
‘there’s now you, there’s now me, and there’s him’
My friend begged us to kill it
Though we were not holy men
We hoped our exorcism worked
And never ever spoke of it again
The electricity doesn’t like the man
The man!
My sister would sometimes hear someone coughing
When in the house and all alone
Tell me please who could have been coughing
When there was no one else at home?
It was only when we’d moved out
That we learned that in that room
A previous owner had lost their life
Coughing blood from a fatal flu
The electricity doesn’t like the man
The man!
My first home after university
We had this lovely big spare room
But no matter how well you lit it
You couldn’t ever seem to shake the gloom
Friends seldom stayed a second night
We didn’t need to ask them why
We knew that was the room in which
The landlord’s dear old mother died
The electricity doesn’t like the man
The man!
Halloween movies I watch them in the dark
As I ignore the broken switch
And pretend the lights are off by my own choice
Trying not to think about the words of that witch
I don’t believe the dead can talk
Despite the things I’ve heard and seen
The electricity didn’t like the man
But was dad the man, or was the man me?
Oh was it me?
The electricity doesn’t like the man
The man!
The man!