The Stills

The Stills - Snakecharming The Masses lyrics

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Confused a lot of places I've been
With lots of other places I've been
My sister knows to not let me in
Think of my house burning

Blind us with a calling to prayer
Whirling dervish
Dark black hair
Raising hell
Caned and Abled

Snakecharming the masses

Confused a lot of faces I've seen
With lots of other faces I've seen
Ashes in gasoline

Elusive fields in snow
Call

Bodies filled with rattling bones
Fall into a pitch black hole
Empty bottle
Stumbling home
Think of my house burning

Elusive fields in snow
Call me
Took a train
Through a mountain
Gaping open
I was broken down

Who's snakecharming the masses?
At the end of time

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