Comes from a place not so distant
Her motivations are so sadistic
Can’t trust those bedroom eyes
Hoping you can’t read right through her lies
Preys on the weak and feeble
Face of an angel with a mind so evil
She’s gonna do what’s best for her
She’s gonna burn a whole right through your soul
Smiles to your face, eats you up like cancer
Self serving snake in the grass with a bite so venomous
Everything's alright but you fight so you can be dismissed
Self serving snake in the grass with a bite so venomous
Everything's alright but you fight so you can be dismissed
Dolled up on Friday night
No, you’re not the domesticated type
An alter ego until it’s Sunday
Back into his arms, your routine now, he's trained
Back into his arms, your routine now, he's trained
Self serving snake in the grass with a bite so venomous
Everything is alright but you fight so you can be dismissed
Self serving snake in the grass with a bite so venomous
Everything is alright but you fight so you can be dismissed
I can see right through your twisted mind (see right through your mind)
Another one you picked low from the vine (picked up from the vine)
Burning bridges with no concern
A knife to back you’ve got another burned
It’s a matter of time before its your turn
Crunchy garage jams co-mingle with country on the Brooklyn band's surprise LP, a not-so-secret love letter to the Rolling Stones. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2018