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