The Louche Songtext
von State of Mind

Pour a drink
And make mine green
Pandemonium
At its most serene

You must taste the sickness
It will make you well

It′s the louche, she said
And it goes right to your head
It's the louche she said
As she fell onto my bed

This emerald that you desire
Will let you taste a kiss of fire


We′ll be cursed in heaven
We'll be blessed in hell

It's the louche (the louche) she said (she said)
And it goes right to your head
It′s the louche (the louche) she said (she said)
As she fell onto my bed

It′s the louche (the louche) she said (she said)
And it goes right to your head
It's the louche (the louche) she said (she said)
As she fell onto my
Onto my bed

(The louche)
(The louche)
(The louche)
(The louche)