Black Magic - Miniature Tigers

If you want a war

I will give you a war

I’m sorry but the proper phrase is bummin' me out

Be still like a T-Rex

She can sense movement

She’ll be havin' us for dinner

I speak for everyone

We’re sick of it

We’ve had enough

So please take care of it

Her black magic is tearing up my friends

It’s really creepy when you call me sweetheart

Maybe 'cause your horns are pokin' out from your skull

Let’s go

Stand toe to toe

She’s fuckin' with your head

She’s got her hands on our throats

I speak for everyone

We’re sick of it

We’ve had enough

So please take care of it

Her black magic is tearing up my friends

Oh Oh (x4)

May lightning bolts find you

May they char the skin you’re in

At least for now

I speak for everyone

We’re sick of it

We’ve had enough

So please take care of it

Her black magic is tearing up my friends

Her black magic is tearing up my friends

Her black magic is tearing up my friends

Her black magic is tearing up my friends… bleughck