Smoke and Mirrors

They call him the snake 
and he sings in the shadows 
Keeping time behind him 
is the wolf in sheep’s clothes 
His voice is like honey 
Poured over midnight 
Calling through the darkness 
And promising a good time 

And all of the right words he’s got 
For all of the wrong moves you make 
Whether you want to or not 
You find yourself listenin’ 
To 

Songs ‘bout money, diamonds dripping from the ceiling 
Songs that promise there is love without commitment 
Songs that offer an escape from honest livin 
And songs the glorify all kinds of soul deep sickness 

I’m just a voice on the corner 
Nobody knows my name 
And ain’t a damn soul that’s listening 
There all turned round to hear the snake 

Because 

All of the right moves, he’s got 
Sleight of hand, mirrors and smoke 
Whether you meant to or not 
You find yourself singing along to 

Songs ‘bout money, diamonds dripping from the ceiling 
Songs that promise there is love without commitment 
Songs that offer an escape from honest livin 
And songs the glorify all kinds of soul deep sickness 

And you laugh, ‘cuz he laughs at those who dance and do not listen 
But you’re too busy dancing to give a damn ‘bout your misgivin’s  

And you’re hooked 

You don’t have to stop 
when the sun comes up 
you can follow him down the road 
He’ll lead you laughing and singing and dancing 
Distracted while the wolf makes off with your soul 
Then that snake, (oh the bastard)’s gonna sing you to sleep 
With his sweet sick lullabies of lies on repeat 
Then he’ll leave you to your nightmares 
Heartbroken and alone 

It’ll be a long time before you find your way back home 

And they’ll sing 
Ha ha 
Who’s laughing now? 
HA HA 

Who’s laughing now? 
Ha ha 

Who’s laughing?

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