Woke up with a dagger in my chest
The gods tried to lay me to rest
They can try all they want
They can try their best — my skin is too thick

Oh sister
You slit the throat of the lamb — spilling those warm words all over me
Well, I cut the head off the Serpent
While I was still alive and wreathing inside of it

You got to make friends with the grave
Before you go around the bend
You got to drag your coffin with
We'll bury you at the end

You say I got a blasphemous tongue
Well honey, there ain't no song that ain't been sung
And when you speak you spew out snakes — you've got that horrible forked tongue

Well I've driven my heel into the heads of serpents much bigger and heavier than you
Yeah, you could stone me if I'm wrong
'Cause I wouldn't mind getting stoned if I could kill the people that I loathe

You got to make friends with the grave
Before you go around the bend
You got to drag your coffin with
We'll bury you at the end