Snake In The Grass!
Cran Cowan
Jan 2009
From the sewer you come out at night
You got hunger for perverted delight
A little sleaze for your disease
You're respected only in your fantasies
Just a sad little snake in the grass
Got no venom and you got no class
You victimize yourself with lies
Your puffed up little ego's a pathetic disguise
Chs:
You can hide if you want to
You can lie if you want to
You decide how you want to
Be identified from now on
Your little threats just make me laugh
You got nothin' You never had
Napoleon complexion
You're so "bad"
You got problems with beggin' for more
You hold your hand out like some little whore
No one cares what you say
Go ahead, run away...
Chs:
