Roger Swan - Snake Bite lyrics

& send corrections to the typist (Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones) (Chorus x2) We want you, to take a good look at what we do Not the type that you can see right through Cause you never know what we might do, uh huh uh huh (Prevail) I see the glowing orbits, of time warps and forests Of darkness before us, orbits turning gray From what I bring out of my medical tray, perpetuate Prevail wondering the alphabet is the predator and the prey Don't let em walk away, broken in the bone yard, smokin' in the boy's room Smokin' in the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum The warship I dock, is a property of his worship It's awkward when we talk about morbid conditions Vividly described, from this side of the lie detector Cypher nectar, from the bloss of natural toxins, approach with caution Blow flames in blue like they dance on the oxygen Lost again in space, allow us to demonstrate, how it all generates Promoters to engines, machineguns to hand grenades renegades of vengeance (Swollen Members, Battleaxe Records) I have the only potent gift That is the kind without having to speak too loud I'm confident my crew can keep them out when I'm (Looking in your eyes) (Mad Child) Monarch and the anarchist, I smoke nicotine he smokes cannabis And sip on Bombay sapphire, I drink Jack Daniels He thinks things through I begat, mediocrity's not possible Opposite's attract, ACDC Back in Black Sabbath Agatha Christie cars named Christine Hard to deal with agin' when you still feel fifteen Combat stance tarantula, this approach is soft but deadly Come in low slow but k** you gently We some monsters in concert, the sharpest flyin' in on magic carpets Try to offend end up in coffin I'm oftenly wrong, you can tell I'm off when (I'm looking in your eyes) (Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones) (Chorus x2) (Prevail) The dagger gala you're all invited, mouth of a black hole Poseidon could dive in, and die from the diamond cut, raisin' it up As if we're not amazin' enough, dine on the braggart Time to push forward, more words the better heart line beats jagged Electric green, pesticide muster gas and mustard greens That's what it must've been (Mad Child) We like muscle cars, not bar stars, no Singapore sling We swing at the hard bar, hardcore Used to sleep on cardboard tell your folks that it ain't no hoax When I'm (Lookin' in your eyes) (Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones) (Chorus x4)