You're on hysterical stages and mad
You see the serpent on you
You have your confidences, friend ot two
There is a serpent on you
There is a wonderful painting inside
There is on you lighting colour of life
Some beauty flowers, elegance and shine
But there's a serpent on you
The serpent easily can be a nice snake
If you have trust and some faith
The serpent's riding around the rising sun
Maybe the gates' not for long
You are a lovely face in the room
You see a lad and a maid in the bloom
Perhaps it's only your mirror all the time
But you see the serpent behind