Beavis and Butt-Head Do America - Snakes

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Autor: Beavis and Butt-Head Do America

Tytuł: Snakes

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Oryginalny tekst piosenki Snakes

Open the basket listen to the flute play
Open the basket listen to the flute play
Toot toot toot play
Snakes in the basket lie to lead you astray
Snakes in the basket force to make you betray
Your innermost truth hidden away
Now you're falling down to the underground
Slither down to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Carry the casket never mind the gun spray
Bury the casket pawns in someone's game play
Shoot shoot shoot obey
Now you're falling down to the underground
Slither down to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Subscription to the spreading of lies
Soldier catches of a glimpse of his demise
Deep down inside even he knows snakes come in
Many shapes and sizes, many shapes and sizes
Snakes have no hands to be tied
Concoction of malicious lies
Deep inside the general despises himself
Listen to the flute played
Another reptile in line
Snakes without grass cannot hide
Now you're falling down to the underground
Slither down to your lair
Hidden in the many trenches of a hopeless war
Those who were sold out by a corporate board
Falling down to the underground
Slither down to your lair
Forked tongues spread the poison with another toxic sting
And so much pain their serpentine inhibitions bring
Oh listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Open the basket
Open the basket
Listen to the flute play
Open the basket
Listen to the flute play
Listen to the flute play
Go ahead
Listen to the flute play
Open the basket
Oh open the basket

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