اكتشف قصة هذه الأغنية وموضوعاتها ومشاعرها.
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Pound me the witch drums, witch drums Pound me the witch drums Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah I'm the curled up fists Dead and hardened spiders Like two mangled crowns On the white heads of the meanest coiled snakes Folks say that I look like Death Lived in the hotel of my eyes Blinds wide open like a whore Paid in spit from that hearse between her thighs Keep your halos tight I'm your god or your guardian Keep your halo tight One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine Because now Cupid carries a gun Now, now Cupid, Cupid carries a gun Pound me the witch drums, witch drums Pound me the witch drums Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah She had those crow-black eyes Starless, but she fucks like a comet She laid as still as a Bible And it felt like Revelations when I looked inside Keep your halos tight I'm your god or your guardian Keep your halo tight One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine Keep your halos tight I'm your god or your guardian Keep your halo tight One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine Because now Cupid carries a gun Now, now Cupid, Cupid carries a gun Pound me the witch drums, witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah Pound me the witch drums, witch drums Better pray for hell, not hallelujah Pound me the witch drums, witch drums Pound me the witch drums
لا توجد أغانٍ مشابهة بعد.
