Ladder To The Moon - Wellwater Conspiracy, Josh Homme

Ain’t got no money

Ain’t got no friends

I’ve got snakes crawling

From end to end

I don’t look to the sun

It will surely bring you down

She’ll burn the stranger to the ground (?)

Don’t try to run

You’ll never get away too soon

I’ll pick you up from the ladder to the moon

You can leave your pills

No medicine chest

And you can eat the snakes from the palm of your hand

It’s dryed the lake (?)

Of wanton silver spoon

Don’t tip your toes

In this poison lagoon