Lyrics:

Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Found near the witch drums, the witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
Love the coat Of fists, dead-end hearted spiders
Like two mangled crowns on the waters of the meanings
Coiled snakes, folks that'll lie, look like death
Live in a hotel of my eyes
Lies wide open like a whore paid
Spit from the holes between her thighs

Keep your head up, it's time
I'm your god or your guardian...
Keep your head up, it's time
One hand on the trigger, and the other hand in mine
Because now, Cupid carries a gun
Now, now, Cupid... Cupid carried a gun

Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums
Pound me the witch drums
Found near the witch drums, the witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
She had those crow black eyes
Starless but she fucks like a comet
Laid there still as a bible
And felt like Revelations when I looked inside

Keep your head up, it's time
I'm your god or your guardian...
Keep your head up, it's time
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine

Keep your head up, it's time
I'm your god or your guardian...
Keep your head up, it's time
One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine
Because now, Cupid carries a gun
Now, now, Cupid... Cupid carried a gun

Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
(Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums)
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
(Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums)
Better pray for hell, not hallelujah
(Pound me the witch drums, the witch drums)
Pound me the witch drums