The Black Angels - Holland Lyrics
A slew of gypsy acid catsOn 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 onesThat we ever did connect withAll that we wantedWas to act like someone's lover.Well I, I'd rather die.Yeah I, I'd rather die.Made for the weeping tideOf vermin dawning red veils;Looking like a wealthy whiteOn 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.