Whoaaah

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

Stormy stormy high