Rattlesnake Songtext
von Kabaret Sybarit

Ha ha ha, I kid you not
I think I just heard my Luger saying
"Shoot me, shoot me"
"Fire me through his wrinkely face"
Well, it′s not that I don't want to
But first I wanna hear you yelling
"Kill me, kill me, kill me" ha ha ha

Well, well, well what have we here?
A shitload full of no fucking money
Oh my darling, that′s not nearly good enough
Yeah, doggy style was never my thing
I get my spin with other men and
Honey, honey, honey guess what?


I never did care for waiting
I better like compensating
And mama just taught me one thing
Sewing stitches like a madame
Living is overwhelming
Dying might just be your thing
Cause papa just taught me one thing
"Take things into your own hands"

Hey now, don't be blurry
You know I hate those eyes
I am sorry
'Cause I love you
Like a rattlesnake
Like a belly ache
Like this gun to your face
And people do crazy things for love

Click, goodbye and there he goes
Man, this whole idea is turning
Very messy
Looks just like the fetish chamber
But this madame has got an empire
And old Marcel goodbye farewell
I hope you go to hell
Click, bang!


Sew, sew, sew and sew all night
With all these goddamn wrinkles I can
Stretch him just like a skin coloured rubberband
Gotta say it makes it easy
I think I start to like him better
Rubber, rubber, my Rubberman

I never did care for waiting
I better like compensating
And mama just taught me one thing
Sewing stitches like a madame
Killing is overwhelming
And dying was always your thing
Cause papa just taught me one thing
"Take things into your own hands"

Hey now, don′t be blurry
You know I hate those eyes
I am sorry
Cause I love you
Like a rattlesnake
Like a belly ache
Like this gun to your face
And people do crazy things for love

Rubberman do my bidding
Yeah, Rubberman′s always willing and
Rubberman's head is spinning when
Rattlesnake pulls her string and
My marionetto kind of guy
He won′t ever ask me why, no
So let the games begin

I never did care for waiting
I better like compensating
And mama just taught me one thing
Sewing stitches like a madame
Living is overwhelming
And dying might just be your thing
Cause papa just taught me one thing
"Take things into your own hands"

Oh, killing is overwhelming
And dying was always your thing
Cause papa just taught me one thing, yeah
"Take things into your own hands"