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I got a guy in my head |
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Tell me that |
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I'm crazy |
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Got a guy in my head |
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Saying that |
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I'm crazy |
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An angry little guy punching on my skull |
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Another little guy |
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Tells me that |
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I'm lazy A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all |
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Now the smallest guy up there |
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Thinks that |
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I'm the greatest |
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Tells me no one else could be as good as me. and |
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I listen to them all, i disregarde the consequences |
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Little propagandist selling misery |
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I build a cocoon |
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I got to get away |
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A shirt made out of wood and glue and crack and then some paint(????) |
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No one see ya down there and no one's getting in |
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I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of country gin |
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I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice |
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I hear Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody near |
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No don't let anybody near (x4) |
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And now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down |
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The city birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around |
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I have made myself a monster |
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I have damned myself again |
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I have eaten all my children, |
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I have tightened up my skin |
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I'm a walking crucifixion, |
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I'm a fucked-up memory |
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Consumed in all that's left, |
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I'm my mother's misery |
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I'm sucking on |
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Satan's tit |
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She's milking me her pussy flow |
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I drink until |
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I'm convinced there's no place left to go |
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You know there's no place left to go (x4) |
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So I drink until the pain is dry |
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I know it never is |
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Sometimes though, |
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I guess I think that |
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I'm the best |
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Until the morning after when |
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I wake up with the guilt |
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Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built |
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And throwing out all the love you know |
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I never felt |
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Yeah, you know |
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I never felt (x4) |
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Let's make our tortured |
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Romeo's Personal help can be unique |
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You bring it on yourself |
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Burn out when you might peak |
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The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul |
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If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control |
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Your past is plagiarism your symbols have dried up |
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Your corruption's as confused |
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As old lovers that you dug |
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Like some hidden toxic fume |
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Your soul dissipates |
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In the ozone of guilty acts with motive |
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All the things you hate |
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There's bodies dancing, crazed |
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Sexual heat |
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Crazy in an orgy |
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The way starving people eat |
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Regrets weight overwhelms, and tired bodies fall |
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Bankrupt from the beaten |
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Let's split one more eight-ball |
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Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding |
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Tired eyes made of rust |
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And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust |
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No no there's no one you can trust(x4) |
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Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-box |
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I wouldn't know |
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I've never been there, |
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I sold my keys to get a rock |
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We sing along to forgotten |
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AM radio stations |
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And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging |
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Like prisoners in conceit |
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We heard through the cracks |
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I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back |
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The windows all explode |
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Outside the noise pollution booms |
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Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms |
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I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen |
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Obsessed with tragic antics, down and out like |
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Eric Clapton |
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These are my wild years, |
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I'm trying to enjoy the pain |
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The euphoria of dying |
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Toxins wrestle in my brain |
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We've all been leaders of corruption |
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We've all been spiders on the wall |
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Waiting for a hand to smash us or the doom of light to fall |
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Is this guilt of just self-hatred |
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Runnin' wild, uncontained |
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Leaking from a broken soul |
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Is this creation or a stain |
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Is this creation or a stain... |
