Mia Farrow's Baby

Let the thing begin, the coven is open
This is the hour, we are summoning up demons
Sing out the ritual, lay the virgin down
On the cold, grey stone, we are summoning up demons
See them grow, oh, oh, oh

All those crooked chromosomes
Packed into one tiny body
Mia Farrow's baby

White lightening zoom, in a darkened room
The black eyes of Satan, wriggling in the womb
Sing out, sing out, sing out, prey before the alter
Sing out, sing out, sing out, we are unholy
See them grow, oh, oh, oh

All those crooked chromosomes
Packed into one tiny body
Mia Farrow's baby

I awake from a long sleep
What was that herbal stuff that they were making me take
Baby, I hear my baby, screaming
Somewhere in the darkened house
Baby, I must go to my baby
Rock the cradle, rock the cradle
I enter the dark room
The coven is waiting
Though you'd never realise it was them
In their ordinary clothes
Smiling through the fish-eye lens
Must see my baby
The cradle is steeped in black shadow and lace in the corner
I must go to my baby
Though I don't advice it
And rock the cradle, rock the cradle
I pull back the black lace curtain
(scream...)

Look at those eyes