Once she was the mistress of the show
But her lights are out and shine wore off
Reeking ulcers fester on her chin
Rotten [bad word] and eyeballs caving in

This lady-snake - she was a tart, she was a pie, she was your sugar [bad word] 
Her gorgeous [bad word]  her shapely legs, her round [bad word] – they drove a man to death
She made ‘em drool, she made ’em moan, she swayed her hips – and made their systems go
Their dirty thoughts were fixed on her and she knew it – and gave’em what they want

Now – stuck in her room – pus in her [bad word] – be-clotted [bad word] – this can’t be real –
Down on the floor – snake turns to worms – peeling her skin – Ole’ Joe is here...

Scared and lost – scalpel in her hands
Cracks on the glass – tries to mend her face
Stains all around – In a pool of blood
Pile of flesh – that once was a tart

Once she was the mistress of the show
But her lights are out and shine wore off
Reeking ulcers fester on her skin
Rotten [bad word] and eyeballs caving in

She made ‘em drool, she made ’em moan, she swayed her hips – and made their systems go
Their dirty thoughts were fixed on her and she knew it – she got what she deserved