Sweet The Sting

Sweet The Sting

With a strut into the room
With his hat cocked sure defiantly
He said: "I, I have heard that you can play
the way I like it to be played."
I said: "I can play anyway that you want,
but first I want, I want to know..."

Baby, is it sweet, sweet, sweet the sting?
Is it real, this infusion?
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so, then somebody shake, shake, shake me sane
'Cause I am inching ever closer
To the tip of this scorpion's tail

He said: "I laid my weapons down
with my pistol fully loaded.
A hunted man to my root,
will it end or begin in your cinnabar juice?"

Is it sweet, sweet, sweet your sting?
Is it real, your infusion?
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so, then somebody shake, shake, shake me sane
'Cause I am inching ever closer
To the tip of this scorpion's tail

Love, let me breathe
Breathe you in
Melt the confusion
Until there is
There is union

Baby, is it sweet, sweet, sweet your sting?
Is it real, your infusion?
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so, then somebody shake, shake, shake me sane
'Ca-cause I am inching ever closer
To the tip of this scorpion's tail

Baby, is it sweet?
Baby, is it sweet, boy?
Baby, is it sweet?