Snakes Got a Leg III

Sunset Rubdown

Snake's got a leg
It's one only she can see
Then she'll get so many legs
That she'll run in ways we'll never ever see

I got a jacket
A coat full of contraband
And I got, I got so many high heels to sell
And I got, I got so many hands to hand 'em over with

And they'll eat like kings, oh

So oh, oh, oh
His god aimed with bows and arrows
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I said oh, oh, oh
His god aimed with bows and arrows, oh

I don't wanna go into the hills today
Into the mountains to feed the crows
Up in the hills, up in the hills
It's cold and brutal

They peck at my bones with their beaks
I'm lying down
They peck at my eyes with their beaks
I'm lying down
And they peck at my ears
With their never-ever-ending cawing
And their cawing
And their cawing
And their ca-ca-cawing

And they'll eat like kings, oh

So snakes in the grass
Put that snake in the oven
'Cause I'm in the oven and sing
How can you live up so high in the mountains?

It's cool in the shade of the woodshed, baby say
Can I stay a while?
She said no, how dare you live up so high in the mountains

I got chased by a hundred snakes this morning
Got away from a hundred snakes in the night
Sing, how can you live up so
Oh, oh, oh, oh

I got chased by a hundred snakes in the morning
Got away from a hundred snakes in the night
Sing, how can you live up so