Witches Of Angleholm Paroles

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 Dead at the hands of the witches of Ängelholm!