Wooden Wand - Delia Lyrics

Delia brings death on a special blue plate
Buzzard says “No, thanks, I already ate”
She’s a getaway car with a vanity plate
Marching powder circling the drain

Let me lace up this thing ‘fore the dream eats the bar
Let me be your piano stool fool
Oh, bleary eyed wartime vultures
And Delia The Keeper of Jewels

She said “Aren’t you Theodore, a friend of my son?
I know your face well but I don’t know where from”
With that virus mask on she will never get well
As her handsomest devils curse heaven with hell

Let me clean up this mess 'fore the sun rips the sky
Let me be your piano stool fool
The payroll clerk with a vendetta
And Delia The Keeper of Jewels

Let me get to the point 'fore the masters catch on
And summon their obedient ghouls
There’s a place in our hearts for all evil
And Delia The Keeper of Jewels