Lyrics

Tuesday’s gone, Mac got blood on his cuff,
Left the diner quiet, hands smellin’ of stuff.
Didn’t touch his plate, didn’t clean the mess,
Didn’t bury the witch—just whispered: “Less.”

And I’m sittin’ out back, under rustin’ tin,
Talkin’ to Frank like the world's wearin’ thin.
He’s got that lean, eyes glassy but aware,
Says, “They ain’t witches, son—they’re just everywhere.”

[Verse 2 – Frank, talking like prophecy]

“You think these folks runnin’ things from a pulpit?
Nah. They write spells in policy, draft 'em in culprits.
Reagan sold the corn to a ghost in ‘83,
And that’s why your grandma’s cobbler ain’t free.”
“All power’s a deal, all law’s a dare,
They ain’t scared of witches—they hostin’ her there.”
“You know why lunch hits wrong in the ribs?
‘Cause the mayor wears a talisman under his bib.”
[Hook – William & Frank, layered]
🎵 Frank said it first, even if it ain’t nice,
Says truth cut deep like barbed wire slice.
People clutch pearls, call him unclean—
But Frank speak dirt that the clean can’t mean.
Say what you want, man, say it in bursts—
Just know…
🎵 Frank said it first. 🎵

[Verse 3 – William, quiet & low]
I don’t agree with half the things he says,
But he ain’t hidin’ in fog like the rest of the feds.
He ain’t polite, he don’t use the soft blade—
But when Frank talks, even liars get swayed.

He told me once, “Witch hunting’s a joke.
She’s already inside—she stirs when you choke.
The moment you doubt, the second you freeze—
That’s when she smiles. That’s when she feeds.”

[Verse 4 – Frank, eyes glinting]

“It ain’t about magic—it’s about shame.
Whole damn town addicted to the same damn game.
Pretendin’ we good, pretendin’ we pure,
Meanwhile, the preacher and the banker makin’ deals behind the store.”
“They called me crazy when I named their game—
But crazy just means you ain’t playin’ the same.”
“Mac kills ‘em. I name ‘em. You…
You gotta choose who you are when it’s time to move.”
[Final Hook – William & Frank, raw and slow]
🎵 Frank said it first, burned the polite,
Shook every dinner plate clean off the rite.
You can mock him, block him, point and curse—
But every silence after proves...
🎵 Frank said it first. 🎵

[Outro – William, with soft guitar line fading]
And I believe him more than I’d ever confess,
'Cause sometimes the truth wears a camo vest.
And if Frank’s a fool, then I guess I’m worse—
'Cause I’m sittin’ here noddin’…
And Frank said it first.