Miércoles
Bom Bom Chip
Wednesday
She tends to sleep on a tombstone
And grow carnivorous plants
Once a month, she stores in her coffin
Worms and centipedes, teeth and vertebrae
She never takes the sun and with dusk
She wanders her mansion half asleep
After dinner, she puts on a robe
To converse with spirits
Wednesday, her name is Wednesday
She has bats in the garden
Pale as the sheets
Of the ghosts that live there
The collection in her basement
Two thousand types of stink bombs
Metal bed, sadistic machines
To torture her guests
In formaldehyde jars, she keeps her victims
And mixes magical formulas in the crucible
With liters of alcohol and strange liquids
Snail horns, drops of acid
Wednesday, her name is Wednesday
Causes panic in the neighborhood
Gloomy, her house is gloomy
No electricity or city gas
She tends to sleep on a tombstone
And grow carnivorous plants
Once a month, she stores in her coffin
Worms and centipedes, teeth and vertebrae
Wednesday, her name is Wednesday
She has bats in the garden
Pale as the sheets
Of the ghosts that live there
Wednesday, her name is Wednesday
Causes panic in the neighborhood
Gloomy, her house is gloomy
No electricity or city gas
Wednesday, her name is Wednesday
She has bats in the garden
Pale as the sheets
Of the ghosts that live there
Wednesday, her name is Wednesday
Causes panic in the neighborhood
Gloomy, her house is gloomy
No electricity or city gas
