Serpintine lyrics

Maybe it's just age or a thousand other fears
That took me back tonight to my early carnival years
I can see the period moving like the source of the old Golf Stream

Oh, what a lovely dream

Adolescent lust was begging for a start
As I sidestepped those brothers with their sacred hearts
Yep, those two weeks a year, it was all about sin
Follies chasing death, you can count me in

There's flannel man with a golden ring
And a cruel, north man, smells like kerosene
Here comes the flow of a con of a queen
I wanna wrap her in serpentine

Hands up high, eyes open wide
Throw me something, mister, that's why you ride
Cracker jacks with tares inside

Kneel beyond our wildest dreams
Foots and masks that are too '
Some things really are the way they seem

Beads and confetti were littering the air
When the queen looked at me with her Ava Gardner stare
Though tomorrow would bring ashes and penance by the tongue
Mardi Gras is where I learned to have fun

There's flannel man with a golden ring
And a cruel, north man, smells like kerosene
I'm still in love with the con of a queen
I wanna wrap her in serpentine

Still wanna wrap her in serpentine

It was the devil!

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Songs From St. Somewhere - 2013

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