Crawling Floor

Well, you smile like a mother and you're flying on The other, but you look like a vulture to me And your face is a mess, but I must confess that sometimes I like to watch you bleed Cause you're giving me your evil eye Like gasoline poured on a fire Giving me your evil eye You hide your condition better than a politician But you can't see the snakes in the mirror And you're down at the minute And I must admit that sometimes, I like you crawling on the floor Cause you're giving me your evil eye Like gasoline poured on a fire Giving me your evil eye