@ALBUM Dirt Alice In Chains @SONG Them Bones I believe them bones are me Some say we're bo

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@ALBUM: Dirt Alice In Chains @SONG: Them Bones ----------------- I believe them bones are me Some say we're born into the grave I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile a them bones Dust rise right on over my time Empty fossil of the new scene I feel so alone, gonna wind up a Big ole pile a them bones Toll due bad dream come true I lie dead gone under red sky I feel so alone, gonna end up a Big ole pile a them bones @SONG: Dam That River --------------------- I broke you in the canyon I drowned you in the lake You a snake that I would trample Only thing I'd not embrace Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away I pushed and then you stumbled I kicked you in the face You stare at me so hollow Got to keep that killin' pace Oh, you couldn't dam that river And maybe I don't give a damn anyway So you couldn't dam that river And it washed me so far away I burned the place around you I hit you with a rake You piss upon my candle So proving you're a fake @SONG: Rain When I Die ---------------------- Is she ready to know my frustration? What she slippin' inside, slow castration I'm a riddle so strong, you can't break me Did she come here to try, try to take me Did she call my name? I think it's gonna rain When I die Was it something I said, held against me? Ain't no life on the run, slowly climbing Caught in ice so she stares, stares at nothing I can help her but won't, now she hates me She won't let me hide She don't want me to cry Will she keep on the ground, trying to ground me Slowly forgive my lie, lying to save me Could she love me again, or will she hate me Prob'ly not, I know why, can't explain me @SONG: Sickman -------------- What the hell am I? Thousand eyes, a fly Lucky then I'd be In one day deceased Sickman, sickman, sickman I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer When my thoughts become my biggest fear Ah, what's the difference, I'll die In this sick world of mine What the hell am I Leper from inside Inside wall of peace Dirty and diseased Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman I can see the end is getting near I won't rest until my head is clear Can you see the end? Choke on me my friend Must to drown these thoughts Purity over rot Yeah, though I walk through the valley of rape and despair With head high and eyes alert I tread on a plane of many We who are of good nature and intention, But cannot touch on the dark Recesses of memory And pain learned, so come walk With me, feel the pain, And release it What the hell am I worn eroded pride Saddened 10 mile wide I'm gonna let it slide Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer When my thoughts become my biggest fear Ahh, etc., etc. @SONG: Rooster -------------- Ain't found a way to kill me yet Eyes burn with stinging sweat Seems every path leads me to nowhere Wife and kids household pet Army green was no safe bet The bullets scream to me from somewhere Here they come to snuff the rooster Yeah here come the rooster You know he ain't gonna die Walkin' tall machine gun man They spit on me in my home land Gloria sent me pictures of my boy Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death My buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath Oh god please won't you help me make it through @SONG: Junkhead --------------- A good night, the best in a long time A new friend turned me on to an old favorite Nothing better than a dealer who's high Be high, convince them to buy What's my drug of choice? Well, what have you got? I don't go broke And I do it a lot Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm Running their boring drills But we are an elite race of our own The stoners, junkies, and freaks Are you happy? I am, man. Content and fully aware Money, status, nothing to me 'Cause your life is empty and bare You can't understand a user's mind But try, with your books and degrees If you let yourself go and opened your mind I'll bet you'd be doing like me And it ain't so bad Say, I do it a lot! Say, I do it a lot! Say, I do it a lot! Say, I do it a lot! @SONG: Dirt ----------- I have never felt such frustration Or lack of self control I want you to kill me And dig me under, I wanna live no more One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me For me I want to taste dirty, stinging pistol In my mouth, on my tongue I want you to scrape me from the walls And go crazy like you've made me You, you are so special You have the talent to Make me feel like dirt And you, you use your Talent to dig me under And cover me with dirt @SONG: God Smack ---------------- Care not for the men who wonder Straw that broke your back, you're under Cast all them aside who care Empty eyes and dead end stare Don't you know that none are blind To the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide? What in God's name have you done? Stick your arm for some real fun For the horse you've grown much fonder Than for me, that I don't ponder As the hair of one who bit you Smiling bite your own self, too And I think that you're not blind To the ones you left behind I'll be here So be yearning all your life Twisting, turning like a knife Now you know the reasons why Can't get high, or you will die Or you'll die So your sickness weighs a ton And God's name is smack for some @SONG: Hate To Feel ------------------- What's gone wrong, I can't see straight Been too long, so full of hate What the fuck will it take Drown myself in my wake Another shaggy D.A. Now a dog, shake my leg Plastic man, paper face Candy heart, what a waste Gotta change, set a date Stare at me with empty eyes and Point your words at me Mirror on the wall will show you What you're scared to see I can see, yeah - (wish I couldn't see at all) I can feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all) Hate to see - (wish I couldn't see at all) Hate to feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all) So climb the walls, Thin my blood now And I crawl, back to bed now What the hell, gotta rest Aching pain in my chest Lucky me, now I'm set Little bug for a pet New Orleans, gotta get Pin cushion medicine Used to be curious Now the shit's sustenance All this time I swore I'd never Be like my old man What the hay it's time to face Exactly what I am @SONG: Angry Chair ------------------ Sitting on an angry chair Angry walls that steal the air Stomach hurts and I don't care What do I see across the way See myself molded in clay Stares at me, yeah I'm afraid Changing the shape of his face Candles red I have a pair Shadows dancing everywhere burning on the angry chair Little boy made a mistake Pink cloud has now turned to gray All that I want is to play Get on your knees, time to pray, boy I don't mind, yeah I don't mind, I-I-I I don't mind, yeah, I don't mind, I-I-I Lost my mind, yeah But I don't mind, I-I-I Can't find it anywhere I don't mind Corporate prison, we stay I'm a dull boy, work all da y So I'm strung out anyway Loneliness is not a phase Field of pain is where I graze Serenity is far away Saw my reflection and cried So little hope that I died Feed me your lies, open wide Weight of my heart, not the size Pink cloud has now turned to gray All that I want is to play Get on your knees time to pray @SONG: Down In A Hole --------------------- Bury me softly in this womb I give this part of me for you Sand rains down and here I sit Holding rare flowers In a tomb...in bloom Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved See my heart I decorate it like a grave You don't understand who they Thought I was supposed to be Look at me now a man Who won't let himself be Down in a hole, losin' my soul Down in a hole, losin' control I'd like to fly, But my wings have been so denied Down in a hole and they've put all The stones in their place I've eaten the sun so my tongue Has been burned of the taste I have been guilty Of kicking myself in the teeth I will speak no more of my feelings beneath Oh I want to be inside of you Down in a hole, losin' my soul Down in a hole, feelin' so small Down in a hole, losin' my soul Down in a hole, out of control I'd like to fly but my Wings have been so denied @SONG: Would? ------------- Know me broken by my master Teach thee on child of love hereafter Into the flood again Same old trip it was back then So I made a big mistake Try to see it once my way Drifting body it's sole desertion Flying not yet quite the notion Am I wrong? Have I run too far to get home Have I gone? And left you here alone If I would, could you?

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