Artist: The Sisters of Mercy
Song: anaconda
Year: 1992
Baby, buy an anaconda, baby, buy a thing to wear
She go walking, she go crawling, she go sliding through the air
She go talking warm and fashion, she go talking debonair
But see her face turn to a mask and passions turn to, she don't care
She will, she will, she will, she will let it take her breath away
She will, she will, she will, she will let it take her life away
Let it wrap itself around her till it kill her in it's way
She will, she will, she will, she will blow away
Baby, hit the rush hour traffic, get a ride to anywhere
Baby, buy the number three, she pay the man, she pay the fare
Baby, hit the wild blue yonder on the mainline on the side
Steal to feed the anaconda, will not see the suicide
She will, she will, she will, she will let it take her breath away
She will, she will, she will, she will let it take her life away
Let it wrap itself around her till it kill her in it's way
She will, she will, she will, she will blow away
Baby finger on the trigger, baby, shoot formaldehyde
Turn into a marble figure, turn the matter dead inside
Turn into a China doll, go maybe to the final ride
Baby, go where I don't follow, baby, to the other side
She will, she will, she will, she will let it take her breath away
She will, she will, she will, she will let it take her life away
Let it wrap itself around her till it kill her in it's way
She will, she will, she will, she will, oh, blow away
