Witches Of Angelholm Songtext / Lyric

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 Angelholm

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 Angelholm