| Sometimes I wish, I had the heart of a snake
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| With no compassion, comes no mistakes
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| To be a hunter, without fear,
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| without mercy, my vision is clear.
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| Maybe I’d find, a true religion
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| Underneath a rock, with no television
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| With no distractions, only survival
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| Perhaps I’d witness, a great revival
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| Shake your tail, shake it like a rattler
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| Can you feel it, shake it like a rattler
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| Let me see it, shake it like a rattler
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| Come on people, we’re almost there
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| Where social graces, are never needed
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| Your expectations, can be exceeded
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| Imagine the potential, the possibilities
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| You’re shedding your skin, with your civilities
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| Brothers and sisters, fellow snakes
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| Put down posessions, and pull up stakes
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| I’m awaiting, your arrival
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| A new beginning, a great revival
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| Shake your tail, shake it like a rattler
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| Can you feel it, shake it like a rattler
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| Let me see it, shake it like a rattler
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| Come on people, we’re almost there |