Sanguine Sir Serpentine found himself
Hung on a riddle, he turned to yell
(He was shaking to the beat Misdirection)
If you know what comes around
You’ll know what goes unfound
Sanguine so hard to find
With a rugged sun-up summit lasting through the night
Sangine, you’re my alibi
Sanguine Sir Serpentine found himself
Caught in the middle of something else
He keeps a cup of confidence on the nightstand
It helps him wash down the dry dispair
‘Til he comes home and sees what the storm has done
And nobody’s left who can make it better…but you
If you know what comes around
Then you’ll know what goes unfound
The truth is that no one’s found out
About the misdirectional pilot; The Mosaic Virus
I think they fear us
Sanguine, you’re my alibi
Sanguine, you’re my alibi
Sanguine, you’re my alibi
