Robe For Juda-The Wytches

Robe For Juda - The Wytches The putrid tongue said who's in front Is cheap and bound to die Like any man will hold your hand And spit then put them together I want to be there I want to see it Oh what do you wear But the robe for juda When I search for her I hold her out Until we're above a fire When I search for her I hold her out Until we're above a fire The haze a steam a lucid dream Of minds that were starved of ideas Then spat me out some dirty mouth With words that bought us together And I want to be there When you came just to leave her Oh what did you wear But the robe for juda When I search for her I hold her out Until we're above a fire When I search for her I hold her out Until we're above a fire When I search for her When I search for her When I search for her When I search for her