Jesus pure truth, recollect my mind. Hurt that I push down. Shows my anger why. I can't go underground. . Everything I bury. Gets exhumed I gotta dig deeper.
Cold blue swastika tattooed on my skin. The ice in my veins, the staples in my chin. I've got it carved in my forehead "Slave To My Sin". Too violent for the brotherhood to ever take me in.
I ain't got a name, I don't gotta face. No fingerprints or DNA. I ain't got no eyes, I don't got a tongue. But I know what's going on, I'm deaf and dumb.
There it stands way up high. A million bodies piled to the sky. Arms and legs, feet and hands. Impossible to understand. . Countless heads, ears and eyes.
I'm not a Buddha boy. I'm not a Muslim man. I'm not a Christian or a Jew. . I'm not a Mormon freak. I'm not a Catholic geek. And I'm nothing at all like you.
Don't need a crystal ball for me to see clearly. No astrology or Tarot cards. Watching CNN and holding my breath. To face the daily news scares me to death.
Collecting pieces of my family in an old pillow case. This one has a skull but it don't have a face. These look like the arms of father so strong. And the ring on this finger means my Grandma is gone.
I'm in control, I got a bulletproof soul. And I'm full of self-esteem. I invented myself with no one's help. I'm a prototype supreme. I sit on my private throne.
I know all your desires. Your heart is so full of pain. Is there something I can provide. When you feel like life's passed you by. . I'm on your side.
I don't drink tea or white chablis. I sit around and watch tv. Don't send flowers or take showers. But I'll be there to pull your weeds. . Oh yeah. . I don't read books, I don't french cook.
You were so beautiful. Like a child young and full of life. Seems a hundred years ago. You saw everything. So much more tragedy than good. You even watched the world grow cold.
Sixty million tons of meat. Spoiling in the stinking heat. Train loads full of moldy bread. Millions will still go unfed. . Acres full of dying wheat.
Well, here you are lying bleeding on a grimy street. See the broken glass sparkling darkly as it cuts your feet. Smell the rotting stench, the rancid odor of old cantonese.
I want to tell you a story, happened long ago. About a redneck boy down from Tupelo. I got the slick black hair, I played a rock guitar. I liked to shake my hips, man, then i went too far.
We must complete the trip, try not to lose your grip. No sight of solid ground and never look straight down. . Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper. . Your claustrophobic brain sucking you down the drain.
I see you working at your station. Radiation burns my eyes. Love's forbidden so is passion. This whole place is sterilized. . I just want to see tomorrow.
Take one in the leg [Think about your baby]. Take one in the side [Think about your girl]. Take one in the head [Think about your mother]. Take one in the heart [It's the end of the world].