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Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
The witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
I'm a coat of fists
Dead and hardened spiders
Like two mangled crowns
Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes
Folks said I
Look like death
Lived in the hotel of my eyes
Lives wide open like a whore
Painted in spit from the earth between her thighs
Keep your halos tight,
I'm your God or your guardian
Keep your halo tight
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now
