Waiting for the Snakes - Digger Barnes

The sun is burning, her mother’s drying

Always and always and always

I’m passing by

I’m passing by

The desert is calling her by her name

She’s feeling sick

She’s going insane

She’s going insane

She’s waiting for the snakes

With her golden gun

Waiting for the snakes to come

Oh, won’t they come?

The golden bullets in her golden gun

Are hardened in her very own blood

One by one

One by one

Every single part of her is ready to kill

The day has come to pay the bill

And it’s a bloody bill!

She’s waiting for the snakes

With her golden gun

She’s waiting for the snakes to come

Oh, won’t they come?