The Earth it did crack open on the day that I was born And a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm I lay cradle bound a-howlin' at the wind, not knowin' years to come I'd be shoutin' over din I sucked information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry, my mouth is always full I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop
As a young man I plug into the tube but the stench of all that pretence, I cannot muddle through I lie on my back and scan the radio; all that comes out my speakers is a steady syrup flow I suck information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop
I stood by watching and I seen 'em come and go, I seen 'em make that million then vanish in the snow They come upon you like a pack of rabid hounds as they slobber in your ears and purge you with their sounds Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull, my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop I am the Antipop; the man you will not stop
This completes the recording of the "Crypt of the Basilica of the Sacred Heart" Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
