Crawling Floor

Well, you smile like a mother and you’re flying on
the other, but you look like a vulture to me
And your face is a mess, but I must confess that sometimes,
I like to watch you bleed
Cause you’re giving me your evil eye
Like gasoline poured on a fire
Giving me your evil eye
You hide your condition better than a politician,
but you can’t see the snakes in the mirror
And you’re down at the minute,
and I must admit that sometimes, I like you crawling on the floor
Cause you’re giving me your evil eye
Like gasoline poured on a fire
Giving me your evil eye