he knows your name, boyni'll write it downnunder bridges into townnand watch it rusting, your father's crownnand your mother sleeps in the groundnni go out walking, my own feetnand i might sing, 'oh bury me'nand from the bedroom there exudes the awful soundnand your mother sleeps in the groundnnoh, the snakes on the laddernmy eyes were something that i sawn(x2)nnthere's a motion in the skynand the singer you called outsidento the woods reflecting back a million soundsnof our lives, inside the four leaves tumbling downnnoh, snakes on the laddernoh, my eyes were something that i sawn(x2)n