So what in god’s name did it mean and why? That bony old finger pointin’ down from the sky at you, all alone!!
Dog made life for you Praise this false sense of it all!
Peter thrice denied His life’s most prized Tax collector
So breathe a breath worth living Squeeze the juices
of exhaustion.
Fire our mouths at the big ass lies in the sky!!
I don’t believe them!!!
Seven peyote buttons Six drinks in on strong rum Touch the eyes of the living Hump the netherworld hallway
Tribes of men, Stared in to the sky God’s revenge is one bad story
Close your watering eyes, And drive your car into a tree, Fall out of time with me.
Buried in the hills by the lives we once wished for.
No man!
Clench bad hands, Making holes in palms Shaped like fingernails, Made by white knuckles
The way, the truth, and light is gone And the dust you reflected recedes
Drop me dead and you’ll find me there Without regret, nor tears, nor guts, Just nothing!!!!
Don’t trust! Impulse! Fist fuck! And Win!!!!
No man! No man! No man! No man! No man, save none, want none, smear god on their faces
Save me! Damn me! Drink me, in the ground, nail my story on their tables!
No dog! No dog! No Bog! No dog!
No dog! No dog! No Bog! No dog!
No dog! No dog! No Bog! No dog! No bog! Bogdamn god!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
