Climb down off your ropebox
it's alright
to be afraid
Repression
Inversion
Some debts they are never paid
Mind down to the minute
the flashbacks
Memorex
Memories
I am your child
Climb up
to the anger
If it helps you to thrive
Excuses
you're reclusive
whatever it takes to stay alive
I am your child
My sanity is hanging
Like a loose tooth
But I refuse to hide it
and I refuse to stop it
any day now I could lose it
any day now I could break it
What would you like me to tell you?
It's all right?
When it's not.
This soul will
never shatter
This soul will
never break
So come with the obstacle
Tell me I'm an idiot
I'd say that you are right
I'd say that you are wrong
At least it's how I feel
Got to be some truth in that
Got to be some peace in that
Once I tried
to open up
Would you believe?
Would I believe?
Burn these eyes
red swollen
Want to leave
Want to live
Feel my hands
When they
Shake
Hear my words
Are they fake?
Run
I lost everything
I should have known
Then I lost everything
I should have known
I would lose ev...
Run
And you took everything
I should have known
You would take everything
I should have tried
but I lost everything
I should have known
I still lost everything
I should have known
I should have
Once I tried
to open up
Would you believe?
Would I believe?
The rain drops like shadow spots
with no objects invisible touches
Bench plastic is cold
sticky with sweat
The bar is cold even through gloves
skyway gray over the white flow dark
You better get your kids inside
a storm is beginning
I think it's true
They're using you
yes i know that it's true
They are using you
Sky way gray over white flow dark
You gotta get the kids inside because a storm is beginning
We are insects from garrulous beginnings
Small teeth spray venomous journeys like
sketch ell callow bourgeois bake sale
for the lunatic remorse is a little man shorn of
pride
Yes i think its true
They are using you
Yes i know that its true
They are using you
Desktop Cadillac pusher fiend
Openly immediate obscene
Terror flags unfurled
Showing his organs to the world
organs to the world
organs to the world
Can you hear them pounding the nails?
Can't you hear them pounding nails?
It sounds like highway work
It sounds like highway work
Can't you hear them pounding nails?
Yes i think its true
They are using you
Yes i know that its true
They are using you
how does it feel to be a puppet?
how does it feel to be a puppet?
i know how it feels to be a puppet
i know how it feels to be a puppet
i know how it feels to be a puppet
i know how it feels to be a puppet
Riffing
Breathe on
Your pain
Through the reed
Full blown insanity
Abstract activity
Open Jugularic
Frantic
Torrential
Coltrane
The original
Bad Brain
Long
Blasting solos
The winds and despair
Rollercoaster
Very little upkeep
You fall to pawn your instrument
feed your addiction
Torrential
Coltrane
Let his mind reign
It's the pain
That set's him free
It's the pain
That set's him free
Alone
on a tour bus
Deep South bullshit
Can't even cross the street
you know he's got more life
Then anyone could take
and no racist can stop his mission
I wish I had known him.
YOU
see me as the scum of the earth for six bucks an hour
Your stare is telling me what I'm worth
and don't tell me that knowledge is power
So uptight
you got your dick to the right
bet you don't even eat white bread
and you know that I'd be surprised if I found out
that you ever gave
head
So many bosses so little time
Killing an asshole shouldn't be a crime
shouldn't be a crime
but then I'd
already be dead.
Staring at the chalkboard
You know that it's a lazy game
but in this world
you gotta ante up
or you're gonna have to live alone in shame
Forty more hours
a testimony
to my day at the salt mine
Get comfortable kissing ass
or be comfortable doing time
So many bosses so little time
Killing an asshole shouldn't be a crime
Shouldn't be a crime
shouldn't be a crime
but then I'd
already be dead.
I am here
to steal back what you borrowed
Put your lack of defense away
because the literal meaning
is still a lie
I can believe that you lie
Why
I can see you as a teacher
You
are the reason for the nuclear bomb
and I
can't believe
that you see yourself as a teacher
while you are the reason for
the nuclear bomb
At the same time
I am slipping
at the same time
I am slipping
I cannot let myself slide
I cannot let myself slide
I cannot let myself slide
I cannot
I cannot let myself slide
I cannot let myself slide
I am here
to steal back what you fucking borrowed
so
put your lack of defense away
because the literal meaning
is still a lie
Why?
So many bosses so little time
Killing an asshole shouldn't be a crime
shouldn't be a crime
shouldn't be a crime
but then I'd
already be dead.
already be dead.
Wednesday morning
the trash goes out
Tin cans and empty bags
preservatives
logos
Big scoops of animal flesh
I sleep through the whole thing and
I dream of a day
When I can
Get my whole thing together
That day may never come
That day may never come
That day may never come
I don't believe in this world anymore
Every morning
uniform comes on
Dirty and stained with food
gets underneath the nails
if you scratch your leg
Here come the doctors with their
pretentious heads in their asses
I think that they
should live one day
inside of my fucking head
They will never do that.
They will never do that.
I don't believe in this world anymore
it makes me feel like a whore
whore
I dream
of a day
when I can get it together
that day may never come
'cuz I don't believe in this world anymore
Don't tell me it's not so bad
or it's "low blood sugar"
and "not enough sleep"
low blood sugar
enough
I've had enough
had enough
I don't believe in this world anymore
I feel like
I feel like
a whore
a whore
...like a whore
This time
Don't think about it
Don't just go off
with your brain on addiction's fork
Negative connotation
since the last set
I know when we return it will be waiting
you will be waiting
The smoke is waiting
like a disembodied soul
The smoke is circling
Cancer fingers grow
Breathe tar during load in
smoke screen like fog
You know it hurts to be a lung
The cilia are screaming
Aristocrat tobacco laughing
because we die to keep them
rich
The smoke is waiting
like a disembodied soul
The smoke is circling
Cancer fingers grow
Thanks
for the second stream
I hope you die.
Is that what you're trying to say
what you're trying to say
Am I a statistic
in the New England journal of medicine?
Perfect and extinct
like some
newspaper dinosaur
The blood in my eyes
fills my mouth
you're bleeding
from your mouth
it always seems like I can't see
it always seems like I can't see
Why can't I?
Why can't I?
Why?
The smoke is waiting
like a disembodied soul
The smoke is circling
Cancer fingers grow
about
Produced by Jon Wyman
credits
released October 27, 1999
Engineered by Jon Wyman at Big Sound Studios, Mastered by Lance Vardis at Big Sound.
Texas band draft an all-killer, no-filler love letter to ’70s hard rock and metal, with surging vocals and riffs that command respect. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024