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(S. Weiland)
Can you figure out what I want
Pull the trigger with a pop gun
Mindless fools that aggravate it
Pick at you in desperation
Oh it's a love pop suicide
Oh I'm in love pop suicide
Oh I really don't know
Pop life living it is so real
Midwest farmers' kids are milkfed
Breed and incubate what you see
Ten years later here on t.v.
Oh it's a love pop suicide
Oh I'm in love pop suicide
Oh I really don't know
Father can't you love your woman
Father can't you teach your children
Long range love implosion short wicked
Short wave mind explosion
Oh I'm in love suicide
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(S. Weiland)
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't live
I can't cry
I can't die
I can't walk
I can't talk
I can booze
I can booze and steal your shoes So I can move
Tumble in the rough
I'm looking for a new meditation
Still looking for a new way to fly
Don't want any plastic validation
Not looking for a new way to die
I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't live
I can't cry
I can't die
I can't walk
I can't talk
I can booze
I can booze and steal your shoes So I can move
Tumble in the rough
I'm lookin' for a new stimulation
Quite bored of those inflatable ties
I'm looking for a new rock sensation
Dead fish don't swim around in jealous tides
I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what
Can't live, can't buy new shoes (Tumble in the rough)
Lived on a summer with new shoes (Tumble in the rough)
Can't live, can't die - new shoes (Tumble in the rough)
Lived on a summer with new shoes (Tumble in the rough)
I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't live
I can't cry
I can't die
I can't walk
I can't talk
I can booze
I can booze and steal your shoes So I can move
Tumble in the rough
I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
I made excuses for a million lies
But all I got was humble kidney pie
So what
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(S. Weiland)
I got a picture of a photograph
Of a wedding and a shell
It's just burning itching memory
I never kiss and tell
So turn it up and burn it
There's a hole in your head
There's a hole in your head
Where the birds can't sing along
Does anybody know how the story really goes
How the story really goes
Or do we all just hum along
Sell your soul and sign an autograph
Big bang baby, it's a crash, crash, crash
I wanna cry but I gotta laugh
Orange crush mama is a laugh, laugh, laugh
Spin me up, spin me, spin me out
Station to station send me up and out
Is this what life and love is all about
I think I think so
We used to see in color
Now it's only black and white
Yeah it's only black and white
'Cause the world is color blind
Does anybody know how the story really goes
How the story really goes
Or do we all just hum along
Sell your soul and sign an autograph
Big bang baby, it's a crash, crash, crash
I wanna cry but I gotta laugh
Orange crush mama is a laugh, laugh, laugh
Nothing's for free
Nothing's for free
T ake it away boys
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(S. Weiland)
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom door
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom wall
She hides because she don't know nothin' don't know nothin' anymore
She keeps a funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the door
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
Lady picture girl I think them boys don't like your show
Lady picture show them boys are gone should just say no
Your wedding present's not so daisy picture perfect anymore
Lady funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the door
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
Let them be
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom door
Lady picture show she hides behind the bedroom wall
She hides because she don't know nothin' don't know nothin' anymore
She keeps a funny face it's locked and bagged it's just outside the door
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
She doesn't know her name
She doesn't know her face
Let them be
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(S. Weiland)
And so I know it's begun again
Never be the same and with that I said
Never ever be this way again (Campfire girls make me feel alright)
Hold on till the end like it's the last hello
Whirlwinds and rollercoasters
Long grass making shapes hello
D isappearing disappearing floating graves
Never, ever, ever, ever be this way again
Never ever be this way again
And so I know It's begun again
Never be the same again and with that I said
Campfire girls, make me feel alright
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(S. Weiland)
Don't cut out my paper heart I ain't dyin' anyway
Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin' lemon yellow booze Ol' leadbelly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day Keep on trippin' anyway
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbead motorcade
Fake the heat and scratch the itch Skinned up knees and salty lips
I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life and when you binge I purge alike
Let go it's harder holding on One more trip and I'll be gone
So keep your head up Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone
Take a breath and make it big It's the last you'll ever get
Break you neck with diamond noose It's the last you'll ever choose
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go Let me be just let me be
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbead motorcade
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go Let me be just let me be
I am I am I said I'm not myself I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbead motorcade
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I got a girlfriend, she goes to art school
I got a art school grilfriend yeah
I got a girlfriend, she got a girlfriend
We gotta girlfriend and she gotta go
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
I told you five or four times
I gotta girlfriend she goes to parties
Underground parties Andy Warhol everywhere
She wears the leather I wear the makeup
We'll never break up been together for a month
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
I told you five or four times
I got a girlfriend, she goes to art school
I got a art school grilfriend yeah
I got a girlfriend, she got a girlfriend
We gotta girlfriend and she gotta go
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
She left her home from sweet Alabama
Rose Alabama for the city, New York City yeah
Five or four times
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(S. Weiland)
My friend Blue he runs the show with hot pink purple china glow
His family trees are molded no longer grows in summer
He holds it closer lets it go Picks a fruit but keeps it whole
Can't keep the submaring Can't keep the light from fading
Grab the hate and drown it out
Grab the beat and drum it out
It's all so confusing
Ain't the same for you and me Cartoons like reality
Dogs and cats and children The deepest wound is hidden
Ain't the same for you and me Comatose commodity
The superheroes dyin' All the children cryin'
Sell more records if I'm dead Purple flowers once again
Hope it's sooner hope it's near corporate records' fiscal year
Down the river
Have a listen lend an ear
Here's a song now if you care
We can all just hum along
Words don't matter anymore
Grab the hate and drown it out
Grab the beat and drum it out
It's all so confusing
Adhesive love Adhesive
Flyin' high across the plain
Purple flowers ease the pain
Here now have a listen
Ain't the songs you're missin'
Down the river
Down the river
Stitch the womb and wet the bed
With a whisper I'll be dead
Don't let the living die yet
Grab the hate and drown it out
Grab the beat and drum it out
It's all so confusing
Adhesive love Adhesive
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(S. Weiland)
She no wait but she know me
Intake purge It's my disease
Hold me closer let me be
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name
Trip the witch and ride the shame
Just because You're so cliched
It don't mean You won't get paid
Hold me closer let me be
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name
Trip the witch and ride the shame
She no wait but she know me
Intake purge It's my disease
Hold me closer let me be
Hold me closer let me go away
Barely know you know my name
Trip the witch and ride the shame
No way
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(S. Weiland)
Pass the time kickin' as time rips by
Neither goose nor the gander fly
Buy a minute spend an hour burnin' burnin'
Take a peek as the model earns it earns it
Walk a mile as it keeps crawlin' crawlin'
Clean the politician, wash with everpure
So the answer gets harder
A nd the truth's getting farther and farther
And the bottle keeps churnin'
Seven caged tigers fly by
Wastin' time chasing those cows that fly
Churnin' out all that butterfly sugarboost
Track the blade as it swoops downward and onward
Take a pill it'll kill martyrs, martyrs
Passin' time rippin' as time kicks by
Pass the umbilical cord down for this flyby
Take a sneak while the model earns it, earns it
Hike a mile as it keeps crawlin'
So the answer gets harder
And the truth's getting farther and farther
And the bottle keeps churnin'
Seven caged tigers fly by
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