Make Them Kiss

One of these days We'll end up dead Come uncoiled, unwound, on serpentine And we'll say, "I knew it all the time" And we'll say, "I knew it all the time" One of those days We'll come alive And smell the smoke, beautiful and fine And we'll say, "I knew it all the time" And we'll say, "I knew it all the time" One of these days We'll end up dead Come uncoiled, unwound, on serpentine And we'll say, "I knew it all the time" And we'll say, "I knew it all the time"