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1. | Reload |
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8. | The Fall |
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Well I started out younger at things that people start younger at
And a thousand days and nights of getting overexposed
Then someone asks, "How do you sleep at night?"
With the borrowed dreams from a broken past
You keep runnin' away don't matter how fast or long
You always wind up there
Another thousand pileups in the ugly name of morality
Fucking ugly, some creepy guy keeps asking
"How the fuck do you sleep at night?"
With a frozen dream and a borrowed hope that died
Filth pig, filth pig
I sleep with both eyes open
Filth pig, filth pig
I keep chasing this tail but the tail gets bigger go figure
A thousand more stories keep the fires and flames alive
So how the fuck do I dream at night?
With the memories of a borrowed death, the guilty past
Filth pig, filth pig
He sleeps with both eyes open
Filth pig, filth pig
He sleeps all right because he's a
Filth pig
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Hot lava
Big monkey flow
Chokin' on a color
Floating down like a rain (oh yeah)
Hot lava
Cool down
Big travel, every town
Roll it over with a ball and chain
Hot lava
On the always
Make ready to burn
What the hell is in your
Lost and your found
Got lotta those time
Some owner lost
He wants nothin' but the kick underground
(Be healed, be healed!)
Hot lava, lava
(Be healed, be healed!)
Big kicker mule
Dipped in hot cotton
Make water like candy
And a fever like mine
Big boiler
Make rotten grey matter
Not spoiled like the child
Who pops them two at a time
Be healed!
Hot lava, lava
Be healed, be healed!
Hot lava
Hot lava
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Yeah
You're down there shooting blanks from broken guns
You fire all day long and still not hit a fucking one
Don't wanna know what some sick (sniper(?)) fuck considers fun
Prob'ly throw a party, served melted ice cream over crumbs
Just crumbs
Just crumbs
You prob'ly lick more ass than anyone
I guess you like the taste of shit on your tongue
No matter what you order, the same thing will come
A plate of refried shit, just covered in crumbs
Just crumbs
Just crumbs
"I never had a life. I don't even know what life is."
"Have you? Have you? Have you?"
"I have what you'd call a life."
"Everday of my life."
"I have what you'd call a life."
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Tell me what I want, what I need for all my [sweating(?)]
Show me what I get, what I earned and why
Keep me all yours, brain dead and useless
Take my cues when the crippled many
Must sit with you, corrupt, without pity
The slogan [ream on(?)] greed, lust and power
Feeble, mis-sighted, without honor
The failing marriage slowly grinding into nothing
A bleeding union only left with trying offspring
Suffer, this simple nagging wound
This childish riddle, this dumb cartoon
Keep me all yours, brain dead and useless
Keep me all yours, brain dead and useless
These fucking [dense(?)], form English hands
Reaching for my throat, to coddle, and throttle, remove all hope
Try your best to choke the very meaning from my life
A callous whore, a cheating wife
Keep me all yours, brain dead and useless
(Useless, fucking useless)
Keep me all yours, brain dead and useless
(Useless, fucking useless)
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Another day, another knife in the back
It's happened so many times, I stopped tryin' to keep track
You're stuck stickin' it in, you're stuck stickin' it in
Take it up to the hilt to cover up your own fuckin' guilt
And when the shit goes down, you're out of places to hide
No time to ask, could the motherfucker really survive?
Get a load of this fuck, he's the dead guy
It's just a natural ? you never fuckin' possessed
You lost control of my life, you want control of the rest
You're always stickin' it in, you're always stickin' it in
You stuck it so many times you .... .... ....
But when the shit comes down, you're out of places to hide
Time to ask if you're alive or just pretend that you died
Just remember this fuck, I'm the dead guy
I'm the dead guy
Dead guy
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Cuttin' pictures from a magazine
A paper smile but not from you to me
Another statue in a horoscope
A breakfast alone
Another compromising ?
Another game show
The game show
The game show
I pass the time away before I sleep
I have your picture sitting next to me
I taped your picture in a book
Don't bother reading, I just take a look
Don't have to turn the page before I know
So full of answers I don't need to know
I like to take control
Our life was just a joke
I like the game show
The game show
The game show
Don't have to turn the page before I know
You ask me questions I already know
The time has finally come to let you know
I like to take control
Our life was just a joke
I like the game show
The game show
The game show
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Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay lady stay
Stay while the night is still ahead
Stay lady stay
Heaven's just fills our head
Whatever colors have you in your mind
I show them all to you and you see them shine
Stay lady stay
Stay with your man a while
Till the break of day
Then you're gonna see him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing he's ever seen
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing over you
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay lady stay
We're gonna build the whole night ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you all night
Lay lady lay
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Been bangin' my head against the window
Just trying to see the world outside
Some people say it doesn't matter
Some people take you for a ride
I am covered in blood and broken glass
It seems the window likes to fight
Some people say the world's on fire
Some people say the world's on ice
Some people say the world's on ice
Sweet all alone in alienation
Brick windows
I am sticking my face right through the glass
Just trying to see if the world's alive
Some people will say the window's broken
Some people will say it's all right
Some people will say it's all right
Keep bangin' my head against the wall (wall..)
Just trying to keep the past alive
Some people who make the windows shatter
Some people who make it air tight
Some people who make it air tight
Sweet all alone in alienation
Sweet all alone in alienation
Brick windows
Brick windows
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