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)