Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Handshakes with Snakes, artist - Apathy.
Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Handshakes with Snakes |
I close my eyes and I deny |
Drift off beneath the desert sky |
Until my soul finds you |
Let 'em know I’m going down to Mexico |
To watch God and The Devil arm wrestle for my soul |
With a bitch from San Diego, driving a Winnebago |
High on a little llello, dying to get some Pesos |
And I ain’t one for fiction, or much for superstition |
But I’m way out of my guardian angel’s jurisdiction |
The sun goes west till it’s swallowed by the mountains |
To the shitty city full of shady lawyers and accountants |
Where everybody is looking for something, they’re on a mission |
Like sex with three women and real cheap prescriptions |
Rattlesnake attitude, weapon to the fullest |
They always got guns, but never enough bullets |
The bottle runs dry, sweat pouring from my head, playing Portishead |
Crack another portion for the dead |
Bought a candy skull figure with a porcelain head |
Praying to the porcelain god as I’m puking up red |
I close my eyes and I deny |
Drift off beneath the desert sky |
Until my soul finds you |
I close my eyes and I deny |
Drift off beneath the desert sky |
Until my soul finds you |
So what that I’m cold-blooded |
Old gutter mental' shows more now cause I’m so budded |
With snow covered nose holes, blizzard it’s no summer |
Acts as a soul-number, kill my pain |
Ima talk my slang, booze out Caine |
I ain’t looking for the answers I just dos my thing |
Lock handshakes with snakes in a vein |
Paced and I aim, brace for the bang |
And now I’m in a place for the strange |
Everything’s a blur, every word is slurred |
Every movement swerved and curved, by dope scored on the curb |
Loc smoked on the herb and hit a high |
I’ve been stuck for a minute like this whole life has passed me by |
That’s why I never know what I’m looking for |
Every time I take a trip to the liquor store |
Still trying to take it slow |
Better lie low on this runaway train with no aim and a claim on my soul |
I close my eyes and I deny |
Drift off beneath the desert sky |
Until my soul finds you |
I close my eyes and I deny |
Drift off beneath the desert sky |
Until my soul finds you |
I’m seeing shit sorta distorted, I’m transported |
And short of a quarter, a man sorely deported |
No peace of mind, recorded this piece so blind |
Dreaming of easier times, conflicted in losing my grind |
Stepping away to? |
fade? |
and debating if |
It’s worth the waiting on something to call to me |
While this darkness pursues me, I’m woozy |
And light headed, this is something I dreaded, affected by the pain deaded with |
medication, I said it |
I’m getting ready for a deadly medley ahead |
The street is my canvas and I paint it with red |
Snake bitten from handshakes and bad breaks |
When man makes mistakes for his sake in his take, and this snake… |
Gets his fucking head cut off |
One swing and one ding, you know I will never shut off |
My vengeance eternal, my heart the inferno |
But the buck is my shadow, check it now, yeah these words are my journal |
I close my eyes and I deny |
Drift off beneath the desert sky |
Until my soul finds you |
I close my eyes and I deny |
Drift off beneath the desert sky |
Until my soul finds you |
I close my eyes and I deny |
Drift off beneath the desert sky |
Until my soul finds you |
I close my eyes and I deny |
Drift off beneath the desert sky |
Until my soul finds you |