Artista: Biffy Clyro
  Canción: There's No Such Thing As A Jaggy Snake

Look up. 
C-c-c-c-c-c-captain christ says, 
You think to much about the wrong thing. 
You sing about the wrong things. 
Take extra special care. 

Simply put you're a fuck up 
Take extra special care. 
You think too much about the wrong things. 
You sing about the wrong things. 

Take extra special care. 
Take extra special. 
Take extra special. 

Take on the world at their own game. 
You might succeed and win again. 

Ribs break, souls stay bare. 
Your forked stare cuts through. 
You twist, you turn, 
Wrapping around me, wrapping around me. 
Now, so tight. 
Squeezing the life from me. 

Ribs break, souls stay bare. 
Your forked stare cuts through. 
You twist, you turn, 
Wrapping around me, wrapping around me. 
Now, so tight. 
Squeezing the life from me. 
You twist, you turn, 
Wrapping around me, wrapping around me. 
Now, so tight. 
Squeezing the life from me. 

You're facing a pointless task, 
But its the same thing and its the same thing, 
I will face the task.