Mark Pickerel and His Praying Hands - Snake in the Radio | Текст песни

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I woke up early one morning
To a snake in the radio.
He had poisoned all the airwaves;
Poisoned all the shows.
I could hardly breathe as the snake made it rounds
Took control of the dial, took control of the sound
Don't tred on Texas, don't step on me
I can take down a forrest
I can poison a sea.
Come a little closer; a message to spread.
I'll control the thoughts and songs in your head.

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