Reality is knocking down your door
And it pounds into your head how bad you f***** things up.
You scorpion woman, you have the devil's mouth
And you have scales for skin,
And a snake's venom isn't as potent.
As the deceitful sounds made from the hole in your painted on face,
You're a tree bent by the wind.
And it pounds into your head how bad you f***** things up.
You scorpion woman, you have the devil's mouth
And you have scales for skin,
And a snake's venom isn't as potent.
As the deceitful sounds made from the hole in your painted on face,
You're a tree bent by the wind.