Walkin' With Michael Douglas
Send a priest to save my soul, forget it
Send a doctor, take my pulse, forget it
Feelin' it to hard is the
poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Now I'm waking to pains and shaking
My guts are rotting out, I'm slurring my speeches
For fun and forget you now
Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth
I apologize for these transgressions
Wish I could say that I learned my
lesson but the bottle, she's calling
To this sickness that lives with me
All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven
Silenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven
Feelin' it to hard is the
poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Regarding my wishes, washed me clean
Ring me out over and over again
Just promise to save my place in your disgrace
A riot can start with fuck all abounds
A measure of apathy so proud
A promising son or a drunken sound
Is the distance between you and I, so far?
So long to vitriol, the
fuck you's the chain and ball
Forget it, forget it
Forget it, forget it
Feelin' it to hard is the
poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Feelin' it to hard is the
poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
A riot can start with fuck all abounds
A measure of apathy so proud
A promising son or a drunken sound
Is the distance between you and I, so far?
compositores: A Wilhelm Scream
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