歌词：
Great Northern Snakes

will not be there, not yet I'm running out of time I'm sorry I forgot It's not my fault Greetings from the great north woods

rawism, I'm a kiss him when I hurt him Then desert him, because the Show and A G shit is sickening Giving stress to them snakes is a ritual Nights and north

everything would be alright the white tent the raft the white tent the raft the white tent the raft fists and chests great overcoat clearing: and when it's not our great

evening, and you don't know that you're an asshole, put on the crown, tonight you're the king. There is, I promise you, no greater group of idiots, collectively

new a baby blue machine Brass tacks, duct tape For the great escape Packed in there like sardines Back and forth East, south, west, north Shred the

and Fruit Market on Harlem and get the garden snake that lives in the banana bin! Hurry, we have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer they have through the north

great western road How they laugh Raise a glass Take a bottle down Any face any place In this northern town Dragging on ??????????????? Travel on That great

(feat. Diabolic, Ras Kass) [Diabolic] These fuckin snakes man Fuckin up our lives I'll take a piss in your oil fields I want some motherfuckin payback

Demons, Give Me Your Evil Power From The Place Where Infinity Breathes With Fire, From The Place Where The Life Paths Ends Oh You, The Northern Wind!