There was a time when I felt fine with consistency But now I'm fine with you and those legs in the dress that I see A pack of cougars, a man of holiness take the front row I pick a spot in the middle, my hand on my pistol, my eyes on the floor Everybody raise their gla**, were getting f*cked up tonight, that's right d**h of a harvest winters nights are hardest, that's when I see her voice again She hides in the cellar, a goddamn coward I say See light, you coward See light, see day OH sh*t I feel myself falling again, when I begin to frost OH sh*t I pick a spot in the middle, my f*cking hand on my pistol, eyes on the door Turn out the lights, see which one fits right I am the chosen one, you're trembling at the sight of the snake You are the servant s**ing on the tongue of the serpent OH sh*t