Текст песни 6 Foot Cobra - Fashion Jackson

6 Foot Cobra

There’s a screech and then a thud
6 foot cobra dressed in blood
Hear that disembodied drum through the mud
You were grasping for a thrill
Unwilling to wait until
There was nothing left to kill
Now it’s real
Told my baby that I slept well
That shit was a fucking lie
I feel like I’m gonna fucking die
Oh my god, you hear this fucking guy?
I’ve allotted all my F-bombs
So this ain’t gonna make the radio
Ain’t you ever own a stereo?
Ain’t you ever heard of ELO?
You only think about yourself (but we can talk about it later on)
I never worry about my health
There’s a screech and then a thud
6 foot cobra dressed in blood
Hear that disembodied drum through the mud
You were grasping for a thrill
Unwilling to wait until
There was nothing left to kill
Now it’s real
Just show me how
Long nights, teach me how to be afraid
Figure me out
Long nights, teach me how to be alone
There’s a screech and then a thud
6 foot cobra dressed in blood
Hear that disembodied drum through the mud
You were grasping for a thrill
Unwilling to wait until
There was nothing left to kill
Now it’s real