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Well I just shot a man to death
I've got a bullet out of my head
He fired back and I can't stop
A final shot and a final breath
Afraid to stop and afraid to check
The smell of fear and the color red
Had him with a 2 inch shell
Well it's a brutal smell of death
Saw my reflection in a spoon
I had it with my not approved excuse
I've got a supermanic soul
I've pulled the trigger in the record room
I've put a stop to his loony toons
I've put him down in the record room
These are for you
Dead - break this
These are for you
Dead - break this
Dead!
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Don't wanna hear your voice
Don't really know if I have a choice
Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget
You're choking on regret
You're choking on regret
You're choking on death
Don't think we've ever met
Don't think you offered up a God given name
Who did the talking then, the whip or the chain?
You've got pleasure from the sentence of pain
But then they get you with the burden of shame
The true measure is the one that remains
Don't wanna...don't wanna...
Don't wanna be your cane
Don't wanna be your cane baby
Don't wanna be your cane
Don't wanna be your cane baby
Don't wanna be your cane
(Very fast wailing sample:)
In a concrete cell
No soul would dare to tell
She craves to cup his mind
She makes him give them time
She likes to throw a whip
And see a young boy slip
She likes to see him crawl
Right up the chamber walls
When their eyes are covered
Like vultures she hovers
She gets her love and hate
When they scream no more
She gives them just one more
Won't let you kill me just yet
Don't even care if there's a price on my head
Don't wanna wind up in a bloody refrain
Don't wanna be your...
Don't wanna be your cane
Don't wanna be your cane baby
Don't wanna be your cane
I said, I don't...don't...I don't wanna be your cane
I said, I don't...don't...I don't wanna be your cane
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What's lies?
Full moon and thoughts collide
We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blod-shot eyes
We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned
Those aren't tears,
They're just bad bad blood
Just bad bad blood!
What lies?
No big surprise.
We get our clues from the ones who thought up they will conquer us
Are we too fucked to say the end is here too much?
We're in denial with bad blood
Do you remember the strain?
Do you remember the pain?
Do you remember who caused all the blame?
Bad Blood!
Do you remember me?
Do you remember us?
Do you surrender your dreams or your trust?
Bad Blood!
What lies?
He's finally come alive
Out of these mediocre plentiful things all the time
A steady stream of madness
Conscious to a flood
The clock is ticking for Bad Blood
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I seem to find myself each time I run away
Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ?
Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time
Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine
Same faces broken homes
Those memories have fled
All tears within me now are dormant or dead
My veins are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore
Alright Eureka's Pile
Now my saviour, or my whore
There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem
I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me
My life may ain't come to much
Ignore my history
Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel
Ain't the way I see (* 2)
My Eureka Pile and me.
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I need help
I need help
I don't know who I am no more
I'm gonna get some help
Help me
Step! Step, step it up baby!
Got a question for you: like, who, what, where, why?
Are we even here?
Or are we following alone like another lost Indian looking for his tribe?
Oh dial the phone.
We might as well find someone else.
???
Grrr!
(wails)
I like to apologize to all my wonderful fans
For sticking by me through such troubled times
I love all you so much
I wish I could take you all to the Betty Ford Clinic
Yeah
Step! Step it up baby!
We gotta sell instutions of recovery,
We gotta kill distrubutions of the pills I take!
???
Grr!
Step! Step it up baby!
I love all my fans
Through these times of nakedness
If I could I'd take any one of you with me
Put you right underneath my pillow
[fade out..]
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The moat in my eyes never bring me no sleep
Just to strap me inside with the demons I keep
Gotta leave me alone gotta let it be lone
Tired of living, too tight to die
Making sharks keep swimming when he don't know why
Gotta get the lean fin
Only thing that he wears
Not dead yet just moving kinda slow
Not dead yet just doesn't let go
Not dead yet just leave me alone
Not dead yet in the Nursing Home
Sleeping and rocking and an old man comes
Just to prop up my feet with a broken old hose
Stop riding those rails
Stop setting those sails
He likes boom boogie
He's got an old trombone
While he's stamping out the fires with a broken beat tone
Got a troubled soul
Burning hot and cold
(Chorus)
I've been alive ten years in the Nursing Home!
Thinking on water (????????)
He needs to keep that gravy on the wake of pot roast
Got a fire inside
He's gonna burn him alive
Talking in circles 'til the roof is blown
Got a bed three-squared in the Nursing Home
Gotta say bye-bye
He's gotta walk on by
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I love the silence I'm in
I think I dreamed this before
Some lives seem so incomplete
Some just keep coming back for more
Where did the time go?
I can't remember how it end
Don't even know who I am
A fading memory
A fading image redrawn
Can't wait for ever more
Where did the time go?
Remember things I never said
I've seen the faces before
I hope the future is dead
The dead keep asking for more
Where did the time go?
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If the child slaughtered
Then found later
Wrapped up and withered
After many years
Crawled out from under untold layers
To take a shallow breath and listen
What would it hear?
Would the child answer
Full of anger
Full of rage & bloodlust spoken but never shown
With a seeming riddle
Or a puzzle
Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known
Deep down inside, too dark to see
The sex commands a shot of something
What violent alter could there be?
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing
After breathing in the beginning?
After beating through what wasn't there
Death became the only answer, but not the cure
The final act became the meaning
No-one cared
Deep down inside, too dark to see
The sex commands a shot of something
What violent alter could there be?
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing
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