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Jerry Cantrell Album


Degradation Trip Volumes 1 & 2 (2002)
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I feel the fear take hold
Reside in darkness, thrive where most won't go
Adrift, I curse this gift
And hope you'll never know

Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Snapping two by fours
Punching holes in dry wall

Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Chalking up my dead friends
And loved ones long gone

I feel the fear take hold
Reside in darkness, thrive where most won't go
Adrift, I curse my gift
And hope you never know

Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Snapping two by fours
Punching holes in dry wall

Feel like a psychotic break comin' on
Thinking 'bout my dead friends
Whose voices ring on

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Don't deny I did you cold
I broke your trust and lied
Controlling, selfish, gossip abound
Cocaine mouth over mind

And I say...
I wash my hands, pull the slivers
No master plan, I deliver

Enigma wrapped in riddle
Your life I belittle
Dignity I'd steal
Now I know how it feels

Stubborn bastard, hard head knocking
We had our good years too
Though apart, you're still in my heart
I'd give anything for you

And I say...
I wash my hands, pull the splinters
No master plan, I deliver

Enigma wrapped in riddle
Your life I belittle
Dignity I'd steal
Now I know how it feels

Often heard, seldom seen
Bargain Basement Howard Hughes
Hermit phase, a woodshed rage
These days headlines are few

And I say...
I wash my hands, pull the splinters
No master plan, I deliver

Enigma wrapped in riddle
Your life I belittle
Dignity I'd steal
Now I know how it feels

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I'm a whore, can't ignore this my lot
Live in guest house of palace i bought
Guess my pimp treats me swell... I confess
I'm a whore, might as well be the best

Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul
Owned, raking, corporation roll
Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul
Owned, raping, taking five to one

Used to be beautiful
Never a moment dull
Surely the day will come
Put down when you can't run... anymore

I'm a whore, can't complain, this I choose
Trading pleasure for coin, kept court fool
Pay my pimp, treats me right, lets me be
I'm a whore, nothing more, somewhat free

Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul
Owned, raking, corporation roll
Owned, breaking, sell the kids my soul
Owned, raping, taking five to one

Used to be beautiful
Never a moment dull
Surely the day will come
Put down when you can't run... anymore

Used to be beautiful
Never a moment dull
Surely the day will come
Put down when you can't run... anymore

Owned

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Homely, thick in mind, never listen
Worn, tired, siren drawn, tunnel vision
Don't forget this chance only live once
Sprung, hypnotized by light, had to get some

Get it all
She said I forgive you
Don't regret our time
You've got to move on love

Angel eyes
Four years and still I dream
Agonize
Such beauty not since seen

Bow down, piper leading, you were one
Hungry, took the prize, then you got dumb
Don't live out your life like a sad song
Sprung, hypnotized by light, had to get some

Get it all
She said I forgive you
You must too or die
You've got to let me go

Angel eyes
Four years and still I dream
Agonize
Such beauty not since seen

Angel eyes
Your face is all I see
Agonize
Forever haunting me

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There's no out, downside up for good
No light, reflection understood
Had to try, perversion satisfied
Insane...so I indulge the beast awhile

When hurting yourself feels right
And there's nothing familiar in sight
Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life...

Or seal your doom
Cold transparent blue
Locked inside a room
In solitude

There's no flesh, my own ghost awaits
Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state
Lust, sloth, not my only sins
It's just how, when it's time, on a degradation trip...yeah

When hurting yourself feels right
Long gone the will to fight
Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life...

Or seal your doom
Cold transparent blue
Locked inside a room
In solitude
Insanity takes you
So black it's untrue

So black it's untrue

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Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save

Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save
You wouldn't leave it alone
Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save
You couldn't leave it alone

Glass cuts up your hide
Black mark on your soul
Burning up your life
Feed the glass dick jones

Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't tame
You need to be the dog
Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save
The you that's already gone

Glass cuts up your hide
Black mark on your soul
Burning up your life
Feed the glass dick jones

Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't save
You wouldn't leave it alone
Mother's spinning in her grave 'cause she can't tame
You need to be the dog

Glass cuts up your hide
Black mark on your soul
Burning up your life
Feed the glass dick jones

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Going down a last act scene
Curtain call begin bowing
Self-appointed abuse king
Hellbound, that's my belief

Black eat white, cassette thrill
Whatever come, eat your fill
Choke on bones, flowing stream long stilled
The truth is to some degree we all steal

Hey now
Come 'round
Hellbound
Going way down

Justified, a self-made man
All I do is do what I can
Edges sharpened, blasted sand
Bizarre, devoted fan

Black eat white, cassette thrill
Whatever come, eat your fill
Choke on bones, flowing theme blown will
The truth is to some degree we all steal

Hey now
Come 'round
Hellbound
Going to stay down

Washington, a fish belly rust
Sad chapter read last page first

Black eat white, cassette thrill
Whatever come, eat your fill
Choke on bones, flowing dream now killed
The truth is to some degree we all steal

Yeah...

Hey now
Come 'round
Hellbound
Going way down

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Caine
Caine

What was your name? Damn glad to meet ya
Never been to your place, but I know it
Twitching embrace, show me the spider
Try to disappear, back crack in the sofa

Caine
Caine
Caine

Slow poison working inside
Descending in shadow, cocoon me then bite
Caine spider give to me pain
Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain

Caine
Caine

What day is today? Don't I know you?
19 and bold, bitten in Houston
Out to the car, picked up a spider
Anesthetize your face, loser beside ya

Slow poison working inside
Descending in shadow, cocoon me then bite
Caine spider give to me pain
Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain

Spun monkeys on the railroad track
Take me to the caine field
I walk along pick my spiderbite

My old man wonders where I'm at
I'm still a child, guess I keep trying to pay him back

Arrogance stains, threading your silk tomb
Steady she drain, spider digest you

Slow poison working inside
Descending in shadow, cocoon me then bite
Caine spider give to me pain
Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain

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Gave it all away, blood or song
And there's nothing left, used to be someone
Never really die, live in magazines and on the radio
Hasbeen demi-god

Pro false idol
Pro false idol
Pro false idol come pray

Burned a ton of dough, no self-pride
Used to run now crawl, half-tweaked and fried
And you're not the same, like rusted chrome, relive glory days
Ignore your empty life

Pro false idol
Pro false idol
Pro false idol come pray

Big tipper let the meter run
Yellow taxi try to beat the sun
New York City see the worshippers
Hotel autograph solicitors

Infrequent sex, lie down with whores
Sleep the day away, freak boy roll on

Pro false idol
Pro false idol
Pro false idol come pray

Big tipper let the meter run
Yellow taxi try to beat the sun
New York City see the worshippers
Hotel autograph solicitors

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I can't feel my life
Makes me want to cry
How bad i feel inside
Like I wanna die

Can't explain, won't apologize
Re-entry blown, while I was gone tilt of axis changed

Destination unknown
Wreckage in tow
Depression grows
I have no home

Consequences on accepted role
Discontented seeds, loveless garden thrown bitter crop to reap
Understanding hard-pressed won
Through me you feel the void from where the sad sounds come

Free return alone in time to see the sun go black

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Everything you heard I did and maybe then some ok
Does it make you happy and now is it out of the way?
Everything you heard I done and probably then some ok
Does it really matter of course I took it all the way

What more can I say

Locked on--what's the deal?
Faded rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Every word you read is true, baby I won't deny
Don't you push me over, I ain't even finished my ride
Every word you read is true and maybe that is a lie
Strap session closing and I'm a-going out of my mind

What more can I say

Locked on--what's the deal?
Falling rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Locked on--what's the deal?
Faded rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Every song I wrote I meant what I said at the time
Yeah I spent some time looking death right in the eye
Every song I wrote I captured a fragment of time
Dying a little bit makes you appreciate life

Nothing more to say

Locked on--what's the deal?
Faded rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Locked on--what's the deal?
Falling rock star, push and needle
You don't know, well that's alright
You do your thing, I'll live my life

Locked on
Locked on

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All dreams have died, along the way
I coughed up the price, I bought a cage
I've had a hell of a time since I went away
Don't know when I died, or where to lay down

Gone, gone away
Yeah gone, gone away

God knows I've tried, I'm dyed in pain
Strong yet simple drive, the freedom to say
I've had a hell of a time since I went away
Homing on traces of light, that distance fades

Yeah I'm gone, gone away
Yeah I'm gone, gone away

So they say with time, we slowly heal
I caught a flash of your smile, through the fog of a dream
I'll have a hell of a time, I clearly see
I can't be by your side, I'll see you when I sleep

Now you're gone...gone away
Yeah you're gone...gone away

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Day break, wind is blowing strong
No escape, caught on a reef in the storm
Castaway, licking his cracked lips sore
Patient, waits, hoping the rats reach the shore...yeah...yeah

Yesterday, seems a lifetime now
Remembering, those he left and how
Out in space, laughing at all below
Island stage, plays to his thoughts and ego...yeah...yeah

Dusk fall, fading sun, no fire light
Memories amplify his plight
Gathering, searching for shelter above
Feel the sting, choking on hoarded love...yeah...yeah

Thin, cold, tired...castaway

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Should I live so long
To see 'em dropping bombs
Hope I have you near
Check out what comes after here...what comes after here

Generation turned a chemical tribe
Don't really care if we live or die
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out and it's no surprise

Let the black odds roll
Why we can't tell
Ball inside
Roll me over is this hell...is this hell?

Generation turned a chemical tribe
Don't really care if we live or die
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out I can't tell you why

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Possibly more truth than fable

Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out let me say goodbye

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Possibly more truth than fable

No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel

Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Could it be more truth than fable?

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It takes a mountain of faith
Rivers flowing pain
It takes a hammer on a nail
A whole lotta love... yeah...

It takes a lifetime of working
A touch of understanding
It takes a wind in the sails
Little Children singing... yeah..

It takes a sun buning knowledge
An ocean full of feeling
It takes a certain kind of hunger
A whole lotta love... yeah...

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Long fat green, love what you do, so young must be nice
Roll first class, limousine drool, packed house every night

Hey rock star, got a cold beer? Sure you don't mind do you?
Ain't life sweet. party non-stop, 24/7 - cool

So proud would be your mother
Anything you want, pick you lover
From here looks so fine
My god how your star shines...

Dying inside

Live your dream, walk in those shoes, trade with you any time
Worldwide name, freedom much fame, spinning gold song and
rhyme

So proud would be your mother
Anything you want, pick you lover
From here looks so fine
My god how your star shines...

Dying inside

My god how your star shines...

Dying inside

Play, get paid, couple sports cars, sure you done paid your dues
Big house own, no boss fun, lucky fuck I wish I was you

So proud would be your mother
Anything you want, pick you lover
From here looks so fine
My god how your star shines...

Dying inside

My god how your star shines...

Dying inside

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Rolling over keys that dig my side
Try to get my ass out of bed and drive, and drive

Feel I'm slipping day by day
Past the time I was on my way
Happiness and black both known, much learned
Long and hard the way a path of twisted turns

Disciple sift through lies, few grains of truth behold
Explorer specter rise, the dream that brought you low

Sentenced served, you're free to be
Siddhartha, like him he lived both sides
A brand new day, I'm looking for a change to come around.
Siddhartha on my mind

Beggar pick up your crown

Seeking all the things untried
Disarray, this thing called life
Happiness and black both known, much learned
Long and hard the way a path of twisted turns

Disciple sift through lies, few grains of truth behold
Explorer specter rise, the dream that brought you low

Sentenced served, you're free to be
Siddhartha, like him he lived both sides

Another day, I'm looking for a change to come around
Siddhartha on my mind

Beggar pick up your crown

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Hurts Don't It?

[No lyrics]

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Copacetic, calm my frenetic, she's the shit y'all
Highly rated, well-educated, she's an angel
She's ambitious, beautiful, delicious, got a restaurant
I can take it, truth stripped me naked, yeah I fucked up...yeah

She was my girl
Used to be my world
I miss my girl
What a fine girl

She put together, says she's doing better since she let go
Repeating dreamer, now and then I see her and we have lunch
Ever playful, hook the jumper cable, give me fresh spark
Sister ringing, old reminder stinging, bridges burned hoss...yeah

She was my girl
Used to be my world
I miss my girl
What a fine girl (Repeat 1x)

She called me up, I guess she pretty stuck, she needed my help
It made me happy, hence the lyric sappy, I still love her...yeah

She was my girl
Used to be my world
I miss my girl
What a fine girl (Repeat 1x)

Such a fine girl
I miss my girl
Used to be my world
She was my girl

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Well I'm a pig charmer, lie in filth getting off
I make my bed in a wallow, lackey, fill my trough
Digging through the garbage bubble fried a pork rind
I pick and save all my scabs to serve up dinner time

And I say welcome to my sty
Throw my shoe, turn light out
Come on in, get high
Don't mind piss-filled bottles
Hack and cough, I write
Peppered walls I spit out
And my future looks bright... swelter geek inside

Way past halitosis, Mr. Yuk Mouth I slay
It turns out he's a big pussy, Satan hoof had its way
Two months no shower, cigarette methane fog
And if you ever need it I give mean horse hog

And I say welcome to my sty
Throw my shoe, turn light out
Come on in, get high
Don't mind piss-filled bottles
Hack and cough, I write
Peppered walls I spit out
And my future looks bright... pretty sure I'm gonna fry
This time I hope I'm wrong, not right

Man I don't really wanna die
Pretty sure I'm gonna fry
And I don't really wanna die
Pretty sure I'm gonna fry
And my future looks bright

Well I'm a pig charmer, lie in filth getting off
I make my bed in a wallow, lackey, fill my trough
Digging through the garbage bubble fried a pork rind
I pick and save all my scabs to serve up dinner time

And I say welcome to my sty
Throw my shoe, turn light out
Come on in, get high
Don't mind piss-filled bottles
Hack and cough, I write
Peppered walls I spit out
And my future looks bright... pretty sure I'm gonna fry

Man I don't really wanna die
Pretty sure I'm gonna fry
Man I don't really wanna die

Oh fuck I think I'm gonna fry
I really think I'm gonna fry
Really sure I'm gonna fry
Now I know I'm gonna fry...

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Alabama trailer park they call home
Boy standing at attention in the corner his own
Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall
By the way father, could you please beat me some more?

Anger rising up inside him yet again
Tell me you got a plan
Deaf and blind I'm living with the lepers and
You want to hold my hand

Cold Alaska, hiding, bundled up tight
Stretch aluminum foil 'cross the window at night
Mother crying, calling out up the stairs
By the way father, do you even care that I'm scared?

Chorus

Repeat chorus with "Devil rising up inside him yet again"

Generation three, solitary, alone
By the way father, created hell on my own

Chorus

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Didn't know what to say, nothing new to tell ya
Downtime I create, enter self-destructor
Sever all, no more ties, walk away from each other
I know you're my brother and I don't even know ya

Both beard and my face growing longer
The stench of decay growing stronger
Reality and dream intermingle
Contently swallow shit on a shingle

Reality and dream intermingle

Don't know what to say, nothing new to tell ya
Downtime i create, enter self-destructor
Sever all, no more ties, walk away from each other
I know you're my brother and I don't even know ya

Both beard and my face growing longer
The stench of decay growing stronger
Reality and dream intermingle
Contently swallow shit on a shingle

Reality and dream intermingle

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Give it a name, get it out of your home
Out in your backwoods a doghouse you own
Give it a name like a howling blue hound
Chasing your fears man he's hunting you down

Give it a name, get it out of your eye
Come from the dockland got your low hangin' high
Give it a name, though you call yourself saved
She's deep on your bone and it won't go away

Slowly all the roles we act out become our identity
And in the end we are what we pretend to be

Give it a name, get it out of your home
Out in your backwoods a doghouse you own
Give it a name like a howling blue hound
Chasing your fears man he's hunting you down

Give it a name, get it out of your eye
Come from the dockland got your low hangin' high
Give it a name, though you call yourself saved
She's deep on your bone and it won't go away

Slowly all the roles we act out become our identity
And in the end we are what we pretend to be

Separating self from dream, harsh reality
And though it hurts, embrace the truth and from fear be set free

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Happy new day - does it matter?
Thinning go low, hight get fatter
Well I'm flattered

Joke... pissboy - ain't he a sight?
Don't remember who won the fight
Well I got it right

How could you know for me what's right?
Can't live for me, oh and you can't die, right?
Thanks for trying

Torn today, sweaty pillow
Hawaii jet plane, sit by window
Where did time go?

How could you know for me what's right?
Can't live for me, oh and you can't die, right?
How could you know for me what's right?
I depreciate, you search and I hide...
But thanks for trying

I won't forget it, it'll kill us if we let it
And I don't want to regret it, still burning since we set it

How could you know for me what's right?
Can't live for me, oh and you can't die, right?
How could you know for me what's right?
I depreciate, you search and I hide...
But thanks for trying

. . .


You were voted most likely to have your name go up in lights
Only took a few years to see that through
Now you're most likely to end up dead alone in a hotel room
31/32

Roust the boy, smack the wife
Might have one… case tonight
Alcoholic breath, thick drool
Repetitive, belligerent, cruel

Can't get away, no hiding place
The boy hesitates, when grown he'll make the same mistakes

Grocery checkout line
Residing in the wellfare file
Child support, don't receive
Mama crying, no relief

They got no home, three kids and on her own
Revenge his name, pay back all the pain

Gutshot defender, hole inside


Shell-shocked commander, are you alright?
Gutshot defender, bloodstain bright, hold tight
Shell-shocked commander

Age adult, mother gone
Friends with dad don't really talk
Wanted to, now you're a star
Make a living milking scars

The boy hesitates, lost his way
The boy hesitates, first and last mistakes

Gutshot defender, fill the hole
There is no commander anymore
Gutshot defender will survive, yes I
You are no pretender… no pretender

You were voted most likely to have your name go up in lights
Only took a few years to see that through
Now you're most likely to end up dead alone in a hotel room
31/32

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