Cotton Mouth the Snake

They're bringing in the dogs to dig up my garden
Look at this terrible mess you've started
I saw they showed your picture on my color tv baby
Look at this terrible monster you made me

I filled in
My in the ground pool
I fucked up
My whole life for you

Oh man

They're singing hymns while I sit in the back
A couple dozen people dressed in black
Sweating like a whore and fingernails are bleeding
A couple dozen people but none of them want to see me
I'm sleeping while I'm speaking and half the time I'm dreaming
Just bow my head and hope that they don't see me
I hope the chapel roof caves in and none of us survive
Look at this horrible world through my eyes

Oh man



Credits
Writer(s): E Ritter
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link