The Snakes The snakes that can crawl And the cheetahs that can fall And the ghosts can wait for the hill after But if you are so proud As to say that's not allowed We will get sick and choke ourselves with laughter And the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true Will have their sisters hanging from the rafters And every dirty shade Will rise running from its grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after And the bitter desert wind Will come ripping through your skin And every bad night's call will turn to madness And all of your false tears Will come running down your ears What was kind of wrong will turn to sadness And the sun and the moon Will come banging at your door The stars will turn to rust and dark from the skies And everybody soon Will be asking you for more And everybody will be telling lies And the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true Will have their sisters hanging from the rafters And every dirty shade Will rise running from its grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after And all the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true Will have their sisters hanging from the rafters And every dirty shade Will rise running from its grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after Tomorrow will be just like the day after Tomorrow will be just like the day after Tomorrow will be just like the day after