P. J. Harvey, "Snake"

You snake, you crawled between my legs, said:
"Want it all? It's yours, you bet.
I'll make you queen of everything.
No need for god, no need for him.
Just take my hand, you'll be my bride.
Just take that fruit, put it inside."

You snake, you dog, you fake, you liar,
I burned my hands, I'm in the fire.
You salty dog, you filthy liar:
My heart, it aches, I'm in the fire.
You snake, I ate a true belief(?),
That rotten fruit inside of me.
Oh, Adam, please,
You must believe:
That snake put it in front of me,
The snake put it in front of me, in front of me.

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