Absinthe کے بول

Bring to me Your sons and daughters ‘Cause absinthe makes the heart Grow fonder I don’t care what momma says You’ll wind me up Or you’ll wind up dead I don’t care what momma says I don’t believe whatever this is Until you burn all of the witches I won’t believe whatever this is Whatever they give you Stop drinking it down If I were you Then I’d stop talking 'Cause soon you’ll be a dead man walking I don’t care what momma says You’ll wind me up Or you’ll wind up dead I don’t care what momma says I don’t believe whatever this is Until you burn all of the witches I won’t believe whatever this is Whatever they give you Stop drinking it down I hear voices I see visions These spirits Are your prison I hear voices I see visions These spirits Are your prison I don’t believe whatever this is Until you burn all of the witches I don’t believe whatever this is Until you burn all of the witches I don’t believe whatever this is Until you burn all of the witches I don’t believe whatever this is