And the Snakes Start to Sing

I've lost the plot again

Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth

There's a few quid to be made

And my soul's a sorry state

So come on down you empty lovers (Worms come out of the woodwork)

And the snakes start to sing

Do you feel the chill

Clawing at the back of your neck?

I start to spill Did you really think that you could fix me?

They'll sell your bones for another roll

Well sharpen your teeth

Tell yourself that it's just business

Worms come out of the woodwork

Leeches crawl from out of the dirt

Rats come out of the holes they call home

I fall apart, and the snakes start to sing

Don't say I'm better off dead 'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me

Won't you make some room in your bed?

Oh well, you could lock me up in your heart

And throw away the key

Won't you take me out of my head?

I'm just a would of been, could of been, should of been

Never was and never ever will be

Well sharpen their teeth

Tell yourself that it's just business

Would of been, could of been, should of been

Never was and never ever will be