Fer De Lance

Let her rip, and take a dip in varied a color of blood Special swindling snake they be, dancin in the mud Watch yer backside though for when they go lancin While yer back is turned and fancied for a strike All the gold in the world you'll give for a pike Demon eyes glaring beneath the leafs If he sees ya now, trust me it'll be brief He got the features of a shadow, just alike So I warn ya not ta step o'er that hill my friend He's waiting for ya, ole spear head, dead end Then he got yer toe, so now that ya know Fer De Lance come and took ya below