There was I time when I felt fine with consistency
but now all I'm fine with is you and those legs in the dress that I see.
A pack of cougars, a man of holiness take the front row
I pick a spot in the middle, my hand on my pistol, my eyes on the door.
Everybody raise their glass, we're getting fucked up tonight
that's right.
Death of a harvest, winter's nights are hardest
that's when I see her voice again.
She hides in the cellar, a Goddamn coward I say
see light, you coward, see light, see day.
Oh shit.
I feel myself falling again, when I begin to frost.
Oh shit.
I pick a spot in the middle, my hand on my pistol, my eyes on the door.
Turn out the lights, see which one fits right.
I am the chosen one, you're trembling at the sight of the snake.
You are the servant, sucking on the tongue of the serpent.
Oh Shit!