Faux Fiction - Lukewarm Snakes

If you ain't hot or cold
You must be lukewarm
If you ain't man or beast
You must be a snake
You must be a snake

Crawling towards it on your hands and knees
Over fields of glass and things unclean
Crawling towards it but you'll never reach the top
Yet you slither onward you ain't never gonna stop

If you ain't left or right
You must be caught between
If you ain't good or bad
Then you must be a tease
You must be a tease

Crawling towards it on your hands and knees
Over fields of glass and things unclean
Crawling towards it but you'll never reach the top
Yet you slither onward you ain't never gonna stop

Crawling towards it on your hands and knees
Over fields of glass and things unclean (One, two, three, four)
Crawling towards it but you'll never reach the top
Yet you slither onward you ain't never gonna stop

You ain't never gonna stop

Written by:
Gabriella Papale, Jason Kartz, Paul Tyree, Peter Hair

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