| It’s the snakes with their mouths
|
| Under their pants hissing and foul
|
| Under nightgowns that’s where it begins
|
| When they speak you can hear the lisp
|
| Long skinny and quick a poisonous mix
|
| Can you feel it like lungs under your skin
|
| Is it cause they pin pick’s on the back of you’re neck?
|
| The way they talk
|
| The way they walk
|
| For one, for all
|
| Came for love and watched pain fall
|
| Out of babe’s mouths out of nightgowns
|
| Frowned on it but couldn’t kill it
|
| It was something inside of them
|
| A kind of venom that us boys and girls dread
|
| A kind of venom that us moms and dads dread
|
| A kind of venom that us men and women dread
|
| The way they talk
|
| The way they walk
|
| We want out and away from
|
| Up, out and away from
|
| Up, out and away from
|
| Out out and away from
|
| We want out and away from
|
| Up, out and away from
|
| They’ve got something, something to tell us
|
| They’ve got something, something to tell us
|
| They’ve got something, something to tell us
|
| They’re gonna take our nights away |