The Wicca Maker

Lyrics

He is the wicca maker Make a man out of clay Ooh, the wicca maker Do you wanna see him play He's hot He's cold He looks so young But he is old Thunder rolls in the heavens Lightning strikes through and through He is the voodoo man He's got his eyes on you He's black He's white He is the day And he is the night He is the wicca maker Make a man out of clay Ooh, the wicca maker Do you wanna see him play He takes the wax from the candle He holds the doll in his hands Molding the magic of evil Even the ground shakes where he stands He is the wicca maker Make a man out of clay Ooh, the wicca maker Do you wanna see him play Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh...