Snakebite

Run-down saloon
I'm the only one left
Those batwing doors could never hold you back
White leather boots
Razor-like spurs
I'm counting your steps until you breathe down my neck

Bad to the bone
I won't make it home alive
Alive

You're like a snakebite, but you're sweet like applejack
Wish I could run, but it's too late for that
Driving me mad 'cause you were bad medicine
I wish I could run, but I'm a sucker for your sin

Ripped denim shorts
They wrapped you in tight
Sit down next to me, I know the damage is done
Your looks are lethal
Thick hair, frayed rope
A mouth made of buckskin and a serpentine tongue

You're like a snakebite, but you're sweet like applejack
Wish I could run, but it's too late for that
Driving me mad 'cause you were bad medicine
I wish I could run, but I'm a sucker for your sin

I want you to rattle my cage
Run your venom through my veins
And then everything will start to fade
There is no escaping you
No escape from you
I wish I could run
But it's too late for that