You make your living from backstabbing You're just a snake in hand made boots You slither round like something slimy Nothing's ever what it seems Cut out the disease (*) The lies and deceipt You circle round just like a vulture You're waiting for your piece of meat Beneath your charm there's something hiding The way you spin your vicious web We did it all- we did it all for you Once you were our friend But you betrayed us in the end Confrontation was your weakness Evil lives behind that smile You slither round like something slimy You're just a snake in handmade boots (Repeat *)
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