black angels, the
holland
a slew of gypsy acid cats on their way off to holland; with their witchy veiny claws they're grabbing at your wallet. you too they kissed your heart. you too they kissed your heart. they are the only ones that we ever did connect with all that we wanted was to act like someone's lover. well i i'd rather die. yeah i i'd rather die. made for the weeping tide of vermin dawning red veils; looking like a wealthy white on their way back from holland. yeah i i'd rather die. yeah i i'd rather die. than be with you tonight with you tonight. yeah i i'd rather die. yeah i i'd rather die. than be with you tonight with you tonight. you too you kissed your heart. you too you kissed your heart.