Witchfynde
Single • 1979
If the powers that be tell you There never were three wise men Then you'd better believe it's true They won't ask you to come again. In the cage the ringmaster cracks He puts you through all your tricks Then the lions are on your back You're runnin' out but then you slip Shout it out, give 'em Hell Shout it out, give 'em Hell Happy sat in the back seat But the manager shows you the door Then you're picked up for walkin' the street It's too much you can't take anymore Shout it out, give 'em Hell Shout it out, give 'em Hell
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Like taking chances only he won't time I go up in ashes sometime doin' it right Met a pretty lady, it was meant to be I'm looking at her but he's lookin back at me And it'll tempt Things were gettin' heavy Saw my doctor, sort out my health I want to keep going not be left on the shelf Took his knife said: "I'll take a look" He looked like a vampire with his opening coat It burns Things were gettin' heavy I know it's so close to me But I don't want to show it It'll be in my sleep I can see (it's gettin' big it's gettin' heavy) Woke up lonely, in need of company If I get her back, have some security But a snake wrapped itself around me I feel much safer but now I'm never free No rest, run like hell And things were gettin' heavy Heavy
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
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