I am not myself I am A broken boxer stuffed with glass and sand This is now how health should feel Songs sung from the lungs of the elderly I'm dead now, check my chest and you'll see The light has been mined from me, burned for the heat I'm dead now can you hear the relief As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease I put my heart where my mouth is Now I can't thumb it down again I've gone devilled my kidneys Now he's living inside of me So if we can't bring an exorcist I'll settle for one of your stiffest drinks And we'll scream hell towards heaven's door And I will piss on your front porch I'm dead now, check my chest you'll see The light has been mined from me, burned for the heat I'm dead now can you hear the relief As life's belligerent symphonies finally cease We're all dead now, join hands and we'll sing To the glory of hell and the virtue of sin There's something wrong with me There's something wrong with me And it reads nothing like poetry So will you love me spite of these Ties and inconsistencies There is something wrong with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
