Rattlesnake Songtext
von Just Nick

Clear the bugs from their eyes.
Consume all my children,
and if I can′t have their love,
at least leave me admiration.

The sun hits me hard
like your confident face.
There's a story, here, brewin′
that you might not like,
and it ends with a lack
of your god's good grace.


Now I may have bit too hard,
or a bit haphazardly,
but all I truly want is to rest easy.

So skin me alive
and throw away my insides.
I'm a head in a jar.
I am camphor and turpentine.

And have you heard about this ′cure-all remedy,′
that's one part rattlesnake
and one part charlatan dream?
Now I may have bit too hard,
or a bit haphazardly,
but all I truly want is to rest easy