The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
The Real McKenzies
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Now get the torches burnin'
'Cos the season is returnin'
We'll breathe the air of a thousand years
In the fog and the moon and the wind and the rain
It's a pagan holiday
It's a pagan holiday
It's a pagan holiday
Well I see you wear a pentagram
We'll put you on a family plan
We're gonna take you to the standin' stones
And burn you in the wicker man
The trinities are gettin' 'round
But you can't keep a good pagan down
Ye better mind yer teeth and treat them nice
Or you might wind up a sacrifice