Hardly The Same Snake

Lyrics

Old skin, and broken teeth - I'm hardly the same snake My death mobile, has bust its wheel, laughing in its place Warm, yellow memory foam, rising in my sleep Bits of you were poking through, when I saw me I'm tying my knot, I'm cutting my hole Hold on to your ma' Her leaves are turning brown She's keeping bees at 73 She's dancing in her gown That's the drift and swing That's the drift, and swing We're drifting through our golden years Humming kerosene I'm tying my knot, I'm cutting my hole I'm hesitant to plant seeds I'm no good egg, you're no barrel of laughs All that we could have are bad apples