The Love Me or Die Songtext
von C.W. Stoneking
The Love Me or Die Songtext
I studied evil, I can′t deny
Was a hoodoo charm called a Love Me or Die
A fingernail, a piece of her dress
Apocathery, devil's behest
I will relate, the piteous consequence of my mistake
Fallin′ slave to passin' desire
Makin' the dreaded Love me or Die
Against a Jungle primeval green
She had the looks of a beauty queen
No bangles or chain, wearin′ broken shoe
75 cent bottle perfume
I said, "Good mornin′", I tipped my hat
All the while, I was cunning like a rat
Smiling gaily, looked her in the eye
I felt in my pocket, the Love me or Die
My past history, one to behold
I studied magic from days of old
Membership, secret societies
Power and wealth in my family
But Matilda, darling
Why you don't take my wedding ring?
Like a demon under the floor
I buried the hoodoo down the back door
Lord, word broke through the town
That a fever strike Matilda down
Nine-thirty, the doctor arrive
Priest come running, quarter to five
Standin′ in the weeds early next day
I saw the meat wagon rollin' away
I see Matilda layin′ in the back
Her old mother wearin' a suit of black
Sound the trumpet, and bang the drum
I wait for me judgement to come
I know her spirit is down beneath
I hear the weepin′ and gnashing of the teeth
Flames of Hell licks at my feet
In the shadow of the jungle, I feel the heat
Matilda's waiting in Hell for me too
All 'cause she died from a bad hoodoo
Was a hoodoo charm called a Love Me or Die
A fingernail, a piece of her dress
Apocathery, devil's behest
I will relate, the piteous consequence of my mistake
Fallin′ slave to passin' desire
Makin' the dreaded Love me or Die
Against a Jungle primeval green
She had the looks of a beauty queen
No bangles or chain, wearin′ broken shoe
75 cent bottle perfume
I said, "Good mornin′", I tipped my hat
All the while, I was cunning like a rat
Smiling gaily, looked her in the eye
I felt in my pocket, the Love me or Die
My past history, one to behold
I studied magic from days of old
Membership, secret societies
Power and wealth in my family
But Matilda, darling
Why you don't take my wedding ring?
Like a demon under the floor
I buried the hoodoo down the back door
Lord, word broke through the town
That a fever strike Matilda down
Nine-thirty, the doctor arrive
Priest come running, quarter to five
Standin′ in the weeds early next day
I saw the meat wagon rollin' away
I see Matilda layin′ in the back
Her old mother wearin' a suit of black
Sound the trumpet, and bang the drum
I wait for me judgement to come
I know her spirit is down beneath
I hear the weepin′ and gnashing of the teeth
Flames of Hell licks at my feet
In the shadow of the jungle, I feel the heat
Matilda's waiting in Hell for me too
All 'cause she died from a bad hoodoo
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