Testo di Snake

Black leather in a high heel boots Playing games while I fold sheets She found a victim on the road Black leather in a hidden place Deadly angels fall from grace She finds her victims on the road Tired of the word fake! Snake! Tired of the word fake! Snake! Black leather on a country trail She will lure you to her den She found a victim on the road Black leather in a deadly hiss Poisoned dreams are out in a kiss She finds her victims on the road Tired of the word fake! Snake! Tired of the word fake! Snake! Black leather in red red lips What the snake bites it trips I watched it slither on the floor Black leather on a burning pyre Engulfed in Holy Fire I never wanted to see you burn Burn in Holy Fire Burn in Holy Fire Burn in Holy Tired of the word fake! Snake! Tired of the word fake! Snake!