Whitesnake (Late of the Pier)

Hey, we caught another white snake tonight Say something and I feel alright (Psyche) What an abomination Innocence is such a crime Hard working sound and vision To bring you the beats in time Hoping for stormy weather Waiting for the proper time When seven flies swarm together To stitch eight, and save nine. And I realise full well That my life ain't living hell But I wrote the book too well