It Is What It Is

She's back in black, again

Sorrow fills this town

Servants of the serpent

Better gather round

Shadows fall into the sand

Cast against the ground

Rescue all the wretched souls

Nobody else was found

 

Such a deadly kiss

With a flick of her wrist

And her vengeance is this swift

Better raise your fist – Hey!!!

Cos it is what it is

 

Another Southern gentleman

Playing by the rules

To lose is not an option here

Pity all the fools

Secrets whispered lightly

Now is her lament

That's the way this story goes

And may it never end..

 

Sometimes you have to mine deep

To get the gold

But you don't want to look a fool

Brothers fall away

All too soon

Between the needle and the groove..