Lyrics of And the snakes start to sing

I've lost a part of me
Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
There's a few quid to be made

And my soul's a sorry state
So come on down, you empty lovers
(wolves come out of the woodwork)
And the snakes start to sing

Do you feel the chair—
Clawing at the back of your neck?
I start to spin...
Did you really think you could fix me?
Let's sell your bones for another off

Well, sharpen your teeth...
Sell yourself, then— it's just business...

Wolves come out of the woodwork
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Rats come out of the holes they call home
I fall apart— and the snakes start to sing

Don't say i'm better off dead—
Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me
Won't you make some room in your bed?

Oh well, you could lock me up in your heart—
And throw away the key...
Oh, won't you take me out of my head?

I'm just a woulda been, coulda been, shoulda been
Never was— and never, ever will be...

They'll sharpen their teeth—
Tell yourself that it's just business...

Woulda been, coulda been, shoulda been
Never was— and never, ever will be...

(wolves come out of the woodwork)
(and the snakes start to sing)

Wolves come out of the woodwork
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Rats come out of the holes they call home
I fall apart— and the snakes start to sing

If you can't soar with the eagles
And you don't fly with the flock...
Are you still getting high?

Did you catch your own reflection
In the knife my mother held—
Or the hell in my father's eyes?

If you can't soar with the eagles
And you don't fly with the flock...
Are you still getting by?

Was i your knight in shining armor...
The apple of your eye...
Or just a step to climb?

If you can't soar with the eagles
And don't fly with the flock...
Are you still getting high?

Did you catch your own reflection
In the knife our mother held—
Or the hell in my father's eyes?

If you can't soar with the eagles
And you don't fly with the flock...
Are you still getting by?

Was i your knight in shining armor...
Or the apple of your eye...
Or just a step— a fucking step— to climb?