Snakes In The Grass Songtext

Seething snakes in the grass, snakes in our own backyard (everyone's on the telephone)
I'll be sure to overhear them

Enter loping in latin, the altar boys all know (please tell me what's going on)

Oh, I can't, it's convoluted
A change of mind to day for certain
I know the book, I think I wrote it
The offer's dead, it's fiction

So go ahead eight times a day
So go ahead and tell me what you want

Two keys twisted and turned, stalking our own front door (please tell me what's going on)
Oh, I can't, it's nothing I've known

Leaving notes in the carpet, reading them on the floor (please tell me what's going on)

Oh, I can't, it's convoluted A change of mind to day for certain
I know the book, I think I wrote it
The offer's dead, the offer's dead it's fiction

I can't, I can't, it's convoluted
A change of mind to day for certain
I know the book, I think I wrote it
The offer's dead, it's fiction
One, oh, one