Holland

A slew of gypsy acid cats

On 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 ones

That we ever did connect with

All that we wanted

Was to act like someone's lover.

Well I, I'd rather die.

Yeah I, I'd rather die.

Made for the weeping tide

Of vermin dawning red veils;

Looking like a wealthy white

On 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.