[Verse 1]
There is a snake under my chin
Sometimes he is my friend
You see, there's this shortcut that I used to use on the way home after my night shifts in Japanese Village
You know, the one that takes you right under the Zombie Bridge
Where the grass is thinning, brown hair follicles atop a flaking scalp of soil, sediment
Junk and excrement
Where the piss light from the stickered street lamps are tentativе to venture
And evеry tar-black shadow whispers, badgering your imagination to conjure its worst
[Verse 2]
A place where few would go alone
I went alone with ease
As I knew, there was a snake under my chin
And he would protect me
[Verse 3]
I fear I'm not a sympathetic person
I fear I may not garner sympathy
Though the years under my belt of mixing Jameson and pills
Have seemed to wipe my recent sins from memory
[Verse 4]
I fear I'm not a sympathetic person
But I just can't recall the reason why
Though every Sunday night, I wake up dizzy and dehydrated to ten missed texts that read, Did you survive?"
[Chorus]
And love
I remember love
Before the spring felt drops of ink and shit
From mourning doves
And love
Was it not enough
To clear a mind as well as wine and needles filled with junk?
[Verse 5]
I fear I'm not a sympathetic person
Such feelings have me naked and afraid
As without some unhappiness to let the people latch to I'm a proper Mussolini of my day
I fear that fear itself will one day kill me
Either that or whiskey in my veins
So whether I'm around to be a somebody I'm proud of
Or if now's my time, to me it's all the same
[Chorus]
And love
I remember love
Before this road was sure exposed as one too long to run
And love
Was it not enough
To clear a mind as well as wine and needles filled with junk?
[Outro]
So you see, there is a snake under my chin
Sometimes he is my sentence
I try to enjoy a moment's rest
My grandmother's hand-knit quilt up to my neck
A chipped ceramic mug reading "Pinal County State Champs" sits beside me on a mahogany nightstand
Exhaling clear smoke into the cool air
As I try to enjoy a moment's rest
The snake under my chin gets restless
And when the snake under my chin gets restless
He asks me where you are
"Doesn't matter," I chide
And he writhes something awful
Rigiding and wriggling
Wriggling and rigiding
Wriggling and rigiding
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