With the kickstands, this is a song called Cave Dweller, we're here on Scopra Main Beach.
It's very pretty.
Easy snake in the grass, waiting for your chance to strike, waiting for your prey to pass.
And they, they say the pen is mightier than the sword.
But you, you darling, you always seem to have the last word.
And you, honey, you are the axe on my crumbled map, I've stumbled on your trap.
I'm no match for your tongue, next time I'll turn and run.
I'm no match for your tongue, next time I'll turn and run.
Next time I'll turn and run.
Your noose is snug around my neck.
You drop your heavy words while I'm dragged down, down, down.
Resting on the bottom, it's too late to call a truce, my fate has sealed your way too loose.
Loose words sink ships, honey, your words are poison-out tips.
And you, honey, you are the axe on my crumbled map, I've stumbled on your trap.
I'm no match for your tongue, next time I'll turn and run.
I'm no match for your tongue, next time I'll turn and run.
And a cave of blood, lazy snake in the grass.
Waiting for your chance to strike, waiting for your prey to pass.
They, they say the pen is mightier than the sword.
But you, darling, you always seem to have the last word.
And you, honey, you are the axe on my crumbled map, I've stumbled on your trap.
I'm no match for your tongue, next time I'll turn and run.
I'm no match for your tongue, next time I'll turn and run.
Next time I'll turn and run.
