Gruntruck

Well, you said it was over Your life-will as you know it You'll want to get a tan And float, yeah, out to sea A sea without a shore Where no one really knows you Because you don't believe Yeah, on your hands on knees Get off your hands and knees Get

Here in town, hear wolves I found myself inside them Too intent, too alive I thought it was the old slide I broke my songs with guns The words they came like dying The action moved around Around, around, around, around Tight thing hold inside My head

Someone's always basking alone She feels floating alone My brotherhood is taken for a ride Tears rolling down my baby's eyes Crimson lake around my feet Homeless marching naked on streets They're broken and sad to hear the cries Laughter running down

I saw the waterfall Eyes of rubies pulled, yeah I thought the disc was dull The images cut no more, yeah Little wings are broken here Snapped, yes, and folded Under the waterfall, this room exploded I took a shot to the head Is that what words are fo

Ooh, it's crazy love Ooh, it's crazy love Ooh, it's crazy love Ooh, yeah, sure to me I'll fish for food for us I'll build a house I'll live the forest for you I'll burn it down A little smoke feels good We'll eat the flames for food A little pain and

Yeah, Bobby's on the street for more Says he's tired of living so low I just want a cigarette I just want to stay in bed Yeah, Sally's on her back again Says she's tired of living this way My father's like a silhouette Shadows me when I'm in bed I ju

Well, you paint with the blood from your veins Angel with no wings, well, you come upon Stars will recover your arms A little more tomorrow Well, you said that it felt so right First time it shot, it shot like burning light Paint with the blood from

Say, what it's good for? Good for funkin' around Say, what it tastes like? Nothing but you always want more Pray that it fends off evil off of you like a whore Take the streets and ride a reef and pull the sucker down Crucifunkin' Say, that the flags

Pigs on the road, yeah, they'll only snooze While people in cars pass the day One thing that's sure you know we don't really need Punching the clock until knuckles bleed Clock on the wall is growing roots and leaves Don't let in sun, yeah, don't let