Texas Snow

Baby, were you satified

Maybe, you were out of line

All the creatures shriveled up and died

And you smiled because you made them

With your wicked mind

Friday you were feeling fine, and now sunday you were surfing time

You were shaking like a bag of bones, cause your standing to your shoulders in the texas snow

You can drift on the time zones

Hunching over hanging low, below

Its the way of all your weapons

It makes you slow, it makes you slow

Yeah (x3)

Baby, were you satified

Maybe, you were out of line

All the creatures shriveled up and died

And you smiled because you made them

With your wicked mind (x5)