Snake

Black leather in a high heel boots
Playing games while I fold sheets
She found a victim on the road
Black leather in a hidden place
Deadly angels fall from grace
She finds her victims on the road

Tired of the word fake!
Snake!
Tired of the word fake!
Snake!

Black leather on a country trail
She will lure you to her den
She found a victim on the road
Black leather in a deadly hiss
Poisoned dreams are out in a kiss
She finds her victims on the road

Tired of the word fake!
Snake!
Tired of the word fake!
Snake!

Black leather in red red lips
What the snake bites it trips
I watched it slither on the floor
Black leather on a burning pyre
Engulfed in Holy Fire
I never wanted to see you burn
Burn in Holy Fire
Burn in Holy Fire
Burn in Holy

Tired of the word fake!
Snake!
Tired of the word fake!
Snake!