Scorpion

If you happen to see him you'll think

he's an enamoured knight

in shining armour,

Horse chestnut and shiny bright,

a conquer carapace,

emerging from the dark,

emerging from the dark...

Into the broad daylight

Quick pace,

Like a spark

Into the broad daylight

Quick pace,

Like a spark

Could you really begin to think

He is a crawling stalker

All his eyes are on you,

Eight glowy creepy legs

Itching to reach

And force a breach

And go for you...

And go for you...

Into the broad daylight

Quick pace,

Like a spark

Into the broad daylight

Quick pace,

Like a spark

Beware when you corner him

There's a sting in his tail

And if nobody's watching

His claws might well rip you bare...

Enjoys fresh flesh, nice and juicy

Fruit still green, youth and beauty

He'd say there's no accounting for taste

But... I say he's a false prophet

I say he's a false prophet

Into the broad daylight

Quick pace,

Like a spark