The witch is on your trail, my lord Stormy stormy high You´ve been dying to be set free
Oh curse those honeyed hands
Whoaaah
It wasn´t the doctors that finished the pills He wants the ones that don´t crack But they´re dangerous like barbed wire ties Oh stormy stormy minds
Well, oh, it wasn´t us, though, that torched to flames The fried daughters of oh, no oh Well you´ve been up since the last ??? You´ve been up for so long Ohhhhh