Waiting for the Snakes

The sun is burning, her mother's drying
Always and always and always
I'm passing by
I'm passing by
The desert is calling her by her name
She's feeling sick
She's going insane
She's going insane
She's waiting for the snakes
With her golden gun
Waiting for the snakes to come
Oh, won't they come?
The golden bullets in her golden gun
Are hardened in her very own blood
One by one
One by one
Every single part of her is ready to kill
The day has come to pay the bill
And it's a bloody bill!
She's waiting for the snakes
With her golden gun
She's waiting for the snakes to come
Oh, won't they come?



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Richard Edward Barnes, Michael Elliott Friedman
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