Letra de Pinebox derby

To hunt a witch, follow this plan
Cut a switch and dress the back of your hand
When your palms begin to itch
That´s the scent that attracts a witch
She may come at you
You will never catch her
The pine-box rock
When it starts rockin´ seal it with a coffin
Yeah the pine-box rock
Pine-box rock

To tempt your fate trace a spell bound
Track the coven to their hallowed ground
Draw blood from your fingertip
Mix it with the essence of the sacred witch
You may find your hunted
Brewing in a cauldron
The pine-box rock
When it starts rockin´ seal it with a coffin
Yeah the pine-box rock

Pine-box rock

To catch a witch you must be bold
Stomach strong and attitude cold
Steel nerves that won´t heed nature´s call
Sharp witted and that´s not all
Yeah

She may come at you
You will never catch her
The pine-box rock
When it starts rockin´ seal it with a coffin
Yeah the pine-box rock
Take the dreaded trip
On a broomstick
Pine-box rock