Robe For Juda Songtext
von 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...