Thirteen like a hex in the winter night,
Fifty two hard scales on a serpent's back,
Bad vibes thrown around like a hurricane
To break down the skeptic in my head
And I thought I was the last one believing in this.
Thirty three in the thirteenth year.
Arsenic in the year of the snake.
Thirteen like a hex in the summer sky,
Twelve long sharp teeth in a serpent's mouth,
Bad luck chained to you like a prison weight
To break down the skeptic in my head
And I thought I was the last one believing in this.
Thirty three in the thirteenth year.
Arsenic in the year of the snake.
Rhetoric, perfectly clear.
Superstition making sense to me
Too many friends died this year!
Three hundred and sixty five days
And I'm normally the positive one
Three hundred and sixty five days
Arsenic in the year of the snake.
Superstition making sense to me
Too many friends died this year!