Songtext von Arsenic In The Year Of The Snake

Thirteen like a hex in a winter night Black clouds on me Fifty two hard scales on a serpent's back God damn them all Bad vibes thrown around like a hurricane To break down the skeptic in my head And I thought I was the last one believing in this Superstition or alchemy Thirty three in the thirteenth year Superstition or alchemy Arsenic in the year of the snake Thirteen like a hex in the summer sky Black clouds on you Twelve long sharp teeth in a serpent's mouth God damn them all Bad luck chained to you like a prison weight To break down the skeptic in my head And I thought I was the last one believing in this Superstition or alchemy Thirty three in the thirteenth year Superstition or alchemy Arsenic in the year of the snake Superstition or alchemy Rhetoric perfectly clear Superstition making sense to me Too many friends died this year Whatever you believe in Three hundred and sixty five days It was neverending For you, for me And I'm normally the positive one Three hundred and sixty five days It was neverending Thirteen, thirteen Superstition or alchemy Arsenic in the year of the snake Superstition making sense to me Too many friends died this year