Irrational Anthems
Album - 1996 - Debaser id 19268

You'll meet his kind in the strangest of places,
great what you find if you turn enough stones.
Legerdmain eyes wear the sweetest of faces -
you're quick to invite into your hearts and homes.

But the serpent and worms are his real kith and kin,
reptilian hiding inside human skin.

Snake Charming.

Horns start to show with the thrill of the slaughter,
true to his nature to others he's false.
Mothers should lock up their blossoming daughters -
he'll rape anything that has limbs and a pulse.

A bastard - a blaggard of the highest order,
his mind should be washed with soap and holy water.

Charming, the snake.
Charming, the snake.
Charming, the snake.
Charming, the snake.
It is never too late to be charming -
the Snake Charming.

The moment I strike - just when you think I'll kiss,
no good in a fight - I just wriggle and hiss.
A friend of bistiction with eyes that decieve,
I am the serpent - won't you be my Eve?

He's constantly searching (his eyes won't stay still) for,
something thats worth thirty pieces of silver.

Charming, the snake.
Charming, the snake.
Charming, the snake.
Charming, the snake.
It is never too late to be charming -
the Snake Charming.

He's welcome as Death at your wedding reception,
defying rejection - uninvited guest.
One foot in your door then both legs 'neath your table,
sly as a viper - your bossom his nest.

Creep like a sneak thief - snake through the grass,
to kiss Cleopatra - a pain in the asp.

Charming, the snake.
Charming, the snake.
Charming, the snake.
Charming, the snake.
It is never too late to be charming -
the Snake Charming.

Forgive me if I'm out of order -
this new "music" has no soul.
It may be good for making money,
(sadly that is not my goal).

Integrity and honesty are words that you don't understand,
but you're the best - it says so in the penny dreadful in your hand.

I saw you in the magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.

If we'd played this riff more punk,
than may be we'd have had a million seller.
But this piper's tune is not for sale,
(I'm glad to say I'm not that kind of fella).

D.J.s, V.J.s, pimps and trollops,
never mind music - this is bollocks.

I saw you in the magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.

Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out.
Turn on, tune up, cash in, sell out.

Stand your ground behind the times -
and refuse to follow fassion.
Write your poetry with anger,
(and then sing it with a passion).

Painted faces in a circus - images that spring to mind,
when I read my penny dreadful filled with pictures of your kind.

I saw you in the magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.

Commercial suicide's appealing after
ten years on this losing streak.
'Cause I'd rather be called sour and bitter
then be deemed the flavour of the week.

I saw you in the magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.

Extra, extra, read all about it!

I saw you in the magazine,
they're calling you messiah.
They must be living in a dream -
they couldn't be more wrong.