A man walks into a bar that is not quite as it seems. |
Creeped up, a barstool ciggarrette Over that dark, brown, lonely counter I saw a maiden wearing her sunday best She murmured to me about a man, deadly He lay as a snake among our misguided feet He was disguised with the most alarming subtlety So I watched as the snake reared its big and ugly And while all the drinkers at the bar Knew not of what was about to come about I felt easy When I was the last remaining in the shack I creeped eerily, carefully, peering My thoughts flocked about and forward and back The snake had bitten, I had eaten, I had been beaten The apple lay at my feet, motionlessly treacherous Truly my dull demise was more than a little fleetin' So I watched as the snake reared its big and ugly And while all the drinkers at the bar Knew not of what was about to come about I felt easy Forgetting all over and once I had been lost I turned my head towards the one last memory Reaching into my eyes, it turned me, washed Realizing the demoralizing truth beyond I will now force the snake to eat itself And bury my fruits within its laboured reason So I watched as the snake reared its big and ugly And while all the drinkers at the bar Knew not of what was about to come about I felt Ready |