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1. |
| 2:29 | ||||
I believe them bones are me
Some say we're born into the grave I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile a them bones Dust rise right on over my time Empty fossil of the new scene I feel so alone, gonna wind up a Big ole pile a them bones Toll due bad dream come true I lie dead gone under red sky I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile a them I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile a them I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile a them bones |
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2. |
| 3:09 | ||||
I broke you in the canyon
I drowned you in the lake You a snake that I would trample Only thing I'd not embrace Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away I pushed and then you stumbled I kicked you in the face You stare at me so hollow Got to keep that killin' pace Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away I burned the place around you I hit you with a rake You piss upon my candle So proving you're a fake Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away |
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3. |
| 6:01 | ||||
Is she ready to know my frustration?
What she slippin' inside, slow castration I'm a riddle so strong, you can't break me Did she come here to try, try to take me Did she call my name? I think it's gonna rain When I die Was it something I said, held against me? Ain't no life on the run, slowly climbing Caught in ice so she stares, stares at nothing I can help her but won't, now she hates me She won't let me hide She don't want me to cry Will she keep on the ground, trying to ground me Slowly forgive my lie, lying to save me Could she love me again, or will she hate me Prob'ly not, I know why, can't explain me |
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4. |
| 5:38 | ||||
What the hell am I?
Thousand eyes, a fly Lucky then I'd be In one day deceased Sickman, sickman, sickman I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer When my thoughts become my biggest fear Ah, what's the difference, I'll die In this sick world of mine What the hell am I? Leper from inside Inside wall of peace Dirty and diseased Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman I can see the end is getting near I won't rest until my head is clear Ah, what's the difference, I'll die In this sick world of mine Can you see the end? Choke on me my friend Must to drown these thoughts Purity over rot "Yeah, though I walk through the valley of rape and despair With head high and eyes alert I tread on a plane of many We who are of good nature and intention, But cannot touch on the dark Recesses of memory And pain learned, so come walk With me, feel the pain, And release it..." What the hell am I? Worn eroded pride Saddened 10 miles wide I'm gonna let it slide Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer When my thoughts become my biggest fear Ah, what's the difference, I'll die In this sick world of mine Ahh, |
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5. |
| 5:29 | ||||
What the hell am I?
Thousand eyes, a fly Lucky then I'd be In one day deceased Sickman, sickman, sickman I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer When my thoughts become my biggest fear Ah, what's the difference, I'll die In this sick world of mine What the hell am I? Leper from inside Inside wall of peace Dirty and diseased Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman I can see the end is getting near I won't rest until my head is clear Ah, what's the difference, I'll die In this sick world of mine Can you see the end? Choke on me my friend Must to drown these thoughts Purity over rot "Yeah, though I walk through the valley of rape and despair With head high and eyes alert I tread on a plane of many We who are of good nature and intention, But cannot touch on the dark Recesses of memory And pain learned, so come walk With me, feel the pain, And release it..." What the hell am I? Worn eroded pride Saddened 10 miles wide I'm gonna let it slide Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer When my thoughts become my biggest fear Ah, what's the difference, I'll die In this sick world of mine Ahh, |
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6. |
| 6:14 | ||||
Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat Seems every path leads me to nowhere Wife and kids household pet Army green was no safe bet The bullets scream to me from somewhere Here they come to snuff the rooster Yeah here come the rooster, yeah You know he ain't gonna die No, no, no, ya know he ain't gonna die Walkin' tall machine gun man They spit on me in my home land Gloria sent me pictures of my boy Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death My buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath Oh god please won't you help me make it through Here they come to snuff the rooster Yeah here come the rooster, yeah You know he ain't gonna die No, no, no ya know he ain't gonna die |
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7. |
| 5:10 | ||||
"Junk, fuck"
A good night, the best in a long time A new friend turned me on to an old favorite Nothing better than a dealer who's high Be high, convince them to buy What's my drug of choice? Well, what have you got? I don't go broke And I do it a lot Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm Running their boring drills But we are an elite race of our own The stoners, junkies, and freaks Are you happy? I am, man. Content and fully aware Money, status, nothing to me 'Cause your life is empty and bare What's my drug of choice? Well, what have you got? I don't go broke And I do it a lot I do it a lot, yeah You can't understand a user's mind But try, with your books and degrees If you let yourself go and opened your mind I'll bet you'd be doing like me And it ain't so bad What's my drug of choice? Well, what have you got? I don't go broke And I do it a lot Say, I do it a lot! I do it a lot! I do it a lot! Say, I do it a lot |
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8. |
| 5:16 | ||||
I have never felt such frustration
Or lack of self control I want you to kill me And dig me under, I wanna live no more One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me For me I want to taste dirty, stinging pistol In my mouth, on my tongue I want you to scrape me from the walls And go crazy like you've made me One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me For me You, you are so special You have the talent to make me feel like dirt And you, you use your talent to dig me under And cover me with dirt One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me |
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9. |
| 3:51 | ||||
Care not for the men who wonder
Straw that broke your back, you're under Cast all them aside who care Empty eyes and dead end stare Don't you know that none are blind To the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide? What in God's name have you done? Stick your arm for some real fun For the horse you've grown much fonder Than for me, that I don't ponder As the hair of one who bit you Smiling bite your own self, too And I think that you're not blind To the ones you left behind I'll be here What in God's name have you done? Stick your arm for some real fun So be yearning all your life Twisting, turning like a knife Now you know the reasons why Can't get high, or you will die Or you'll die What in God's name have you done? Stick your arm for some real fun So your sickness weighs a ton And God's name is smack for some |
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10. |
| 0:44 | ||||
11. |
| 5:16 | ||||
What's gone wrong, I can't see straight
Been too long, so full of hate What the fuck will it take Drown myself in my wake Another shaggy D.A. Now a dog, shake my leg Plastic man, paper face Candy heart, what a waste Gotta change, set a date Eat my cake, lick my plate Stare at me with empty eyes and Point your words at me Mirror on the wall will show you What you're scared to see I can see, yeah - (wish I couldn't see at all) I can feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all) Hate to see - (wish I couldn't see at all) Hate to feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all) So climb walls, Thin my blood now And I crawl, back to bed now What the hell, gotta rest Aching pain in my chest Lucky me, now I'm set Little bug for a pet New Orleans, gotta get Pin cushion medicine Used to be curious Now the shit's sustenance All this time I swore I'd never Be like my old man What the hey it's time to face Exactly what I am I can see, yeah - (wish I couldn't see at all) I can feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all) Hate to see - (wish I couldn't see at all) Hate to feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all) What the hell, gotta rest Aching pain in my chest Lucky me, now I'm set Little bug for a pet New Orleans, gotta get Pin cushion medicine Used to be curious Now the shit's sustenance All this time I swore I'd never Be like my old man What the hey it's time to face Exactly who I am I can see, yeah - (wish I couldn't see at all) I can feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all) Hate to see - (wish I couldn't see at all) Hate to feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all) |
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12. |
| 4:48 | ||||
Sitting on an angry chair
Angry walls that steal the air Stomach hurts and I don't care What do I see across the way, hey See myself molded in clay, oh Stares at me, yeah I'm afraid, hey Changing the shape of his face, aw yeah Candles red I have a pair Shadows dancing everywhere Burning on the angry chair Little boy made a mistake, hey Pink cloud has now turned to gray, oh All that I want is to play, hey Get on your knees, time to pray, boy I don't mind, yeah I don't mind, I-I-I Lost my mind, yeah But I don't mind, I-I-I Can't find it anywhere I don't mind Corporate prison, we stay, hey I'm a dull boy, work all day, oh So I'm strung out anyway, hey Loneliness is not a phase Field of pain is where I graze Serenity is far away Saw my reflection and cried, hey So little hope that I died, oh Feed me your lies, open wide, hey Weight of my heart, not the size, oh I don't mind, yeah I don't mind, I-I-I Lost my mind, yeah But I don't mind, I-I-I Can't find it anywhere I don't mind, I-I-I Pink cloud has now turned to gray All that I want is to play Get on your knees time to pray, boy |
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13. |
| 3:27 | ||||
Know me broken by my master
Teach thee on child of love hereafter Into the flood again Same old trip it was back then So I made a big mistake Try to see it once my way Drifting body it's sole desertion Flying not yet quite the notion Am I wrong? Have I run too far to get home Have I gone? And left you here alone If I would, could you? |