Clutch
"Smoke Banshee"

One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular.
Enter a sour house to do battle with spectacular draculas.
Lick tall walls to find them all sweeter than a cane.
Pour the quick elixir in your wounds to ease the pain.

Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.

Medicine of modern miracles, voodoo to those out of focus. Experts explain experience - "hocus pocus/hocus pocus!" mouthfuls down in a floating locus most of us deny.
Medicine of modern miracles, who knew circles with no foci?

Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.

Trapped in the sap, chambered in a tree.
Shadow of a giant across the centuries.
Bits of shattered glass scattered on the shore.
Break the genie bottle and open up the door.

Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz.
Ooh, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz.