Hey little girl, I long for the taste of your lips
Hey little girl, I long for the crack of your whip
Hey little girl, won't you come out tonight?
Hey little girl, you look good in the blade of my knife

Hush now baby,
don't you cry
Saturday night is a good night to die
But don't fall in love with the

Witches of Angelholm

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

Pretty little flowers painted on the wall in my blood
Listen to me
You get what you give, if you know what I mean
And I fell in love...
Dead at the hands of the witches of Angelholm