You slithering snake, tongue forked
And spitting,
My air guitar needs no tuning
Or tissues,
Our songs are screams at night;
Hollow yet bright
Like magic moons
Or Gouda.
You slithering snake, tongue forked
And spitting,
My air guitar needs no tuning
Or tissues,
Our songs are screams at night;
Hollow yet bright
Like magic moons
Or Gouda.