I’ve just been inspired to write my feelings down
After my conversation with your stupid little head
You must have conspired with some tiny little fumes
Giving you information totally mislead
You called me a snake in the grass and that wasn’t all
It ripped like shards of glass into my skull.
You probably forgot about what you did but I will not
You let your superego id out of its little head
You called me a snake in the grass
Snake in the grass, snake in the grass and that wasn’t nice.
I’m growing tired of all your unimportant views
It’s breaking my concentration cause of the things you said
You may be right on your end but you’re not right on mine
I suppose you’ll try and pretend you were not unkind