Holy Hells Songtext
von Ora Cogan

I went looking for the devil in a golden suit
On a Saturday night
Used to travel with a knife in my boot
And under my head

Guess I′ll do whatever I do
To feel free
If you're gonna get me down
Honey do it right


Holy hells flying around you
Psychedelic interventions
Call the number on the wall girl
Hope you get the right extension

Oh I get it you decide, dictate, and police
Whatever you do don′t pray, don't pray
Don't pray, don′t pray, don′t pray, don't pray for me
Well it′s not your right, your right, your right
Your right, your right, your right, your right, your right, your right

Would that I was where I am not
But I do see right my love
Your world poison path molasses
My love, angry as the sun