He made it in a lab, palace of glass A pitch shifter, dissociator A magic act of flasks and cables The heavy heads tilt back and take it
Then, oh no a bad surprise, some hijacked high By fate or choice, circuit bent body lost its shine A fiber wire snakes up my spine And i ride the wreck until it scratches, harsh and fine
Aren't we all, aren't we all? Aren't we all that chained up? Aren't we all that chained up? Aren't we all that chained up dog?
Til my good lonely days come back i'll take the bath Let Emmett's voice roll out like velvet on the track Painkiller sound fills up my mouth And I spin that record til it scratches, harsh and loudTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
