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