Forgive Durden - I've Got A Witch Mad At Me And You Might Get Into Trouble

Consider this your fair warning
There's no turning back now
You're leaving your
Blanket of cleansed gospel
For the smut of vicious truth
You won't need your wool coat
Because out there the sun beats through

So interlock your fingers with mine
And squeeze tight
Stay close behind
We haven't much time
So I'll cut to the quick
We'll burn the midnight oil