The English maid was cleaning
The halos I'd been stealing
The poor girl was uncertain
She hid behind the curtain
There's something in the snakepit!
I waited up all evening
For a bird with wings of steel
While scraping innuendo
From the sniper in your window
There's something in the snakepit!
The man behind the camera
Is climbing up the mountain
He may be your necessity
He captures possibility
There's something in the snakepit!
He captures possibility