Snakes

Please do not believe that I am wasted Please do not believe that it is true I am just a victim of these places I am quite conflicted by this too Saint Patrick would be proud to hear our story Of how we drove the snakes into the sea And other golden tales of all our glory I'm sure he'd be as pleased as he could be I'm coming clear, I'm coming right We just do not understand the night I'm coming clear, I'm coming right We just do not understand the night Then we take a turn into the darkness Reality will fade into a point We all have got to make some sense of all this mess We've got a brand new Saint we must anoint Temptation leads away some of our spirit Insanity creeps in upon our guest A bitter soul derides the one that's nearest Our journey home has now become a test I'm coming clear, I'm coming right We just do not understand the night I'm coming clear, I'm coming right We just do not understand the night Ooohhh All the driven snakes begin to Climb their bodies up out of the sea Finally the night falls to the morning The cold has bitten down into our souls The venom of the snakes gave us no warning They all had been a-hiding in the shoals So listen to these words I set before you These words are set in sand upon the shore The venom of the snakes it will destroy you If you do not drive them off your door I'm coming clear, I'm coming right We just do not understand the night I'm coming clear, I'm coming right We just do not understand the night I'm coming clear, I'm coming right We just do not understand the night I'm coming clear, I'm coming right We just do not understand the night