And The Snakes Start To Sing

Am I've lost the plot again C G Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth Am C G There's a few quid to be made... Am And my soul's a sorry state C G So come on down, you're empty lovers. Am C G Worms come out of the woodwork G And the snakes start to sing. Am Do you feel the chill, C G Clawing at the back of your neck? Am I start to spill. C G Did you really think that you could fix me? Am C G They'll sell your bones for another roll. Am Well sharpen your teeth. C G Tell yourself that it's just business. Am C G Worms come out of the woodwork. Am C G Leeches crawl from out of the dirt Am C G Rats come out of the holes they call home, Am C I fall apart. G And the snakes start to sing. Am Don't say I'm better off dead, C G 'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me. Am C G Won't you make some room in your bed? Am Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart, C G And throw away the key. Am C G Won't you take me out of my head? G Am I'm just a would've been, could've been, C G Should've been, never was and never ever will be. Am Well, sharpen your teeth. C G Tell yourself that it's just business. Am Would've been, could've been, C G Should've been, never was, and never ever will be. Am C G Worms come out of the woodwork, G And the snakes start to sing. Am C G Worms come out of the woodwork. Am C G Leeches crawl from out of the dirt Am C G Rats come out of the holes they call home, Am C I fall apart. G And the snakes start to sing. Am If you can't soar with the eagles, C G Then don't fly with the flock. Am C G Are you still getting high? Am Did you catch your own reflection, C G In the knife my mother held? Am C G Or the hell in my father's eyes? Am If you can't soar with the eagles, C G Then don't fly with the flock. Am C G Are you still getting by? Am Was I your knight in shining armour? C G The apple of your eye? Am C G Or just a step to climb? Am If you can't soar with the eagles, C G Then don't fly with the flock. Am C G Are you still getting high? Am Did you catch your own reflection, C G In the knife my mother held? Am C G Or the hell in my father's eyes? Am If you can't soar with the eagles, C G Then don't fly with the flock. Am C G Are you still getting by? Am Was I your knight in shining armour? C G The apple of your eye? Am C G Or just a step, a fucking step to climb?