they've been still in their tracks  for many's the year  through watching and waiting  they've made their careers  and they've got frozen hands  like broken down clocks  they wait by the door  for opportunity's knock  -chorus-  they say there's a snake that can shed it's skin  when the good old days are wearing thin, but  the good old days have all withered and died  some go on livin' on the sentimental side  tall tales and short stories  i know i'll hear them again  all about the time, do you remember when?  we were all local legends  or heores at least  has the truth been stretched  about killing the beast?  they say there's a snake that can shed it's skin  when the good old days are wearing thin, but  the good old days have all withered and died  some go on livin'on the sentimental side  the circle is broken  now there's more than just one  and there's room to move  where before there was none  for we stood in our circles  and looked to the inside  our backs to the world  unaware of the outside  they say there's a snake that can shed it's skin  when the good old days are wearing thin, but  the good old days have all withered and died  some go on livin'on the sentimental side