Abused, confused Fought the blues, no shoes Still I walk No place, no face Broken grin, hollow within Still I walk Abandoned my friend Lost hold pot
A fork is a cold shiny tool To pierce, tear and ingest Whoever has the fork in hand Controls the meal of its choice We're told the first few punctures
, disintegration You have seen the horns and tail Can you be hallucinational You have seen the horns and tail Can you be hallucinational Equation, stagnation
A shotgun up against my eye They're kicking my door in Why this time I thought they had theirs and I had mine Lights going on and off Sirens blazing
If the fire can't be put out Let it burn, let it burn If you haven't learned your lesson yet You'll never learn, never learn When it's hard to hold them
If I can't get high Then I can't get by So I won't be buying it No I won't be buying it If I can't get high Then I can't get by So I won't be buying
Running them off the highway Running them off the rail Running their babies into cold black water Just me and my stash and my scale Filling the tank
almost always Switch back Once again it's just me The smoking empty shotgun shell So close to a dream you can't touch My very own version of hell Playing tables and
me It doesn't hear compromise It tells you all its lies It says on minute to stay It pushes you away Light the torch and breathe Cook some more for me Re-up and
Coldly run fingers through again Swollen faces, beaten dogs All turn away and say amen When it's in your hands and you can't feel When it's in your
Pusher, pushing a dream Go ahead and pick the scarecrow clean One long season mean, or just letting off steam? Only scratched it twice, made it bleed
off As he stops to wheeze and cough I seize the fruit And steal his day away Everything reminds me Of something from my past Everything I know is in the past And
Oversettelse: Drivgods Og Jetsam. High Noon.
Oversettelse: Drivgods Og Jetsam. Høy.
