Long and Lonely Step - These Arms Are Snakes

In death perhaps we could feel alright

In death perhaps we could burn all night

Alright, alright, alright

You’re alright.

You’re alright.

You’re alright

I’m alright.

I’m alright.

I’m alright

We’re alright.

We’re alright.

We’re alright

In death perhaps we could feel alright

In death perhaps we could burn all night

In death perhaps we could come back alive

But perhaps life could just be alright, alright

You’re alright.

You’re alright.

You’re alright

I’m alright.

I’m alright.

I’m alright

We’re alright.

We’re alright.

We’re alright

It’s alright.

It’s alright.

It’s alright

Touching back it gave no clue

To the stops made on the way

Staking claims on the ride I take

Where it goes straight down

Down

Down

Down

Where it goes straight down

Down

Down

Down

Where it goes straight down

Down

Down

Down