6 Foot Cobra - Fashion Jackson

There’s a screech and then a thud

6 foot cobra dressed in blood

Hear that disembodied drum through the mud

You were grasping for a thrill

Unwilling to wait until

There was nothing left to kill

Now it’s real

Told my baby that I slept well

That shit was a fucking lie

I feel like I’m gonna fucking die

Oh my god, you hear this fucking guy?

I’ve allotted all my F-bombs

So this ain’t gonna make the radio

Ain’t you ever own a stereo?

Ain’t you ever heard of ELO?

You only think about yourself (but we can talk about it later on)

I never worry about my health

There’s a screech and then a thud

6 foot cobra dressed in blood

Hear that disembodied drum through the mud

You were grasping for a thrill

Unwilling to wait until

There was nothing left to kill

Now it’s real

Just show me how

Long nights, teach me how to be afraid

Figure me out

Long nights, teach me how to be alone

There’s a screech and then a thud

6 foot cobra dressed in blood

Hear that disembodied drum through the mud

You were grasping for a thrill

Unwilling to wait until

There was nothing left to kill

Now it’s real