I've got a head full of snakes
Coiling around my brain
When you put your hands in there
They ain't coming out again
Serpentine is my wandering path
It is serpentine, no lie
But if I were you, oh, but if I were you
I wouldn't look me in the eye
A fleeting glimpse
A glance by chance
A kiss, a hiss
A fang well honed
The last thing you get to see is me
Yeah, the last thing you get to see is me
And then you turn to stone
And then you turn to stone
I've got a head full of snakes
Coiling around my brain
You put your hands in there
They ain't coming out again
Serpentine is my wandering path
It's serpentine, no lie
But if I were you
I wouldn't look me in the eye
A fleeting glimpse
A glance by chance
A kiss, a hiss
A fang well honed
The last thing you get to see
The last thing you ever get to see is me
And then you turn to stone
Mr. Medusa
Mr. Medusa