Wolfa - Snakes in the Grass (Ukelele Version) Lyrics

Well there's snakes, in the grass
But no one's really looking past the bottle or the glass
And there's something, talkin there
Only the dead are listening, nobody living seems to care
Well there's something, deep inside
A welling up of water, enough springs of poison for my mind
Broken body, broken soul
A killer cure of kindness
Caring, cracking at the door
We may get haughty
As we grow old
But nothing hurts the body
More than ripping out the soul
Well there's things we want to do in life
But we need to understand
Nothing brings you progress
Like the plowing of your hand
Bring me reason, bring me hope
Bring me justice, bring me peace
Shower love upon me
Let my new life have its lease
Oh rejected honest sufferer
Where did I go wrong?
Look at the broken pieces of my heart
Does my new liFe have a song
Well the waves have come to capture me
With a full heart, will I stand
Will I be falling from a great height
Will I be sinking in the sand
Broken body, broken soul
A killer cure of kindness
Caring, cracking at the door
We may get haughty
As we grow old
But nothing hurts the body
More than ripping out the soul
Broken body, broken soul
A killer cure of kindness
Caring, cracking at the door
We may get haughty
As we grow old
But nothing hurts the body
More than ripping out the soul