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Bag of Snakes

(Semaka/Lewis)

A song about resisting temptation on the road.

As a Libra I can scale anything
I can balance pleasure and pain
I can hide my weakness
from everyone
Make the Koolaide
look like champagne

 

We throw on the show
for the muses you know
But I’ve got a goddess at home
So I keep my viper
in check my friend
When it’s over, we sleep alone

 

And if I fail
will this love prevail?
If I should fall
will I lose it all?
A pretty face is all it takes
to open up the bag of snakes


A skinny waist is all it takes
to open up the bag of snakes

As a painter I can hang anything
I can take you into my head
I can draw you closer than anyone
Make a wasteland taste like sunset

 

We throw on the show
for the muses you know
But my masterpiece is at home
I should learn to daub her
the same fake sky
So she won’t take another dark roam

 

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In the end it’s true
I’ve seen everything
With a jaded eye for arrows
Cupid uses me as a guinea pig
In a maze of cleavage and toes
We throw on the show
for the muses you know
But I’ve got my own Shangri-la
With a wink they’re up
‘til the sun arrives
While I dream a tarantella

 

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