Ice down the spark
Barely raining
It's all in her hands
Silken fields along the highway burnin'
Cry like a man.

Slither 'round and 'round she goes
Don't stop by,step on over
Her back door.
Slither up and down she goes
Walkin' on a broken tail
In Mexico
Take it slow and
Slither.

Called out by name
Siren sounding
Full moon at high tide
Hidden deep below the silver sea
Now, she understands.