You come stomping, crashing through the flowers
With a crooked look on your face.
You’re all gussied, thinking that you must be something
Special here in this place.
Got a thing for slash and burn, now it’s your turn.
Talking that trash on the boulevard. So hard.
So you flick your match on the ground,
Looking so proud.
Boy you’re a mouse in a bone yard. Oh, lord.
Tell us once again how you misunderstood,
That you’re caught in a losing game.
When your hands start to creeping
Don’t you cry and moan
When you feel that serpent’s fang.
Motor running, but you keep on pumping the gas
(better not shout, better not cry, better watch out)
When she hiss hiss rattle.
You got it coming, boy you’re just a snake in the grass.
And if you can’t understand that unmistakable sound.
You touch a tail that ain’t yours,
We’ll put your ass in the ground.
Don’t you hate it? Doesn’t matter they can make it
Without the will of a man.
So no balling, after cat-calling, baby, they’ll bite the
Touch of your hand.
You come stomping, but you got another surprise.
You think you’re hot shit, but you’re just attracting