Witches Of Angleholm Songtext

Witches of Ängelholm Hey little girl, I long for the taste of your lips Hey little girl, I long for the crack of your whip Hey little girl, won't you come out tonight? Hey little girl, you look good in the blade of my knife Hush now baby, don't you cry Saturday night is a good night to die But don't fall in love with the Witches of Ängelholm I saw my face in the mirror I put away my doubt, child I saw my face in the mirror Now there's twenty of the fuckers buried under the house Hush now baby, don't you cry Saturday night is a good night to die! And all my friends are home alone Dialling dirty numbers on the telephone Now baby, listen to me - count the little witches But don't fall in love! I think I'm falling in love Hush now baby, don't you cry Saturday night is a good night to die And I'm just here on my own Pretty little flowers painted on the wall in my blood Listen to me You get what you give, if you know what I mean And I fell in love... Dead at the hands of the witches of Ängelholm!