God, my eyes were wide...an open casket smile You were never liked at all, and I'm fucking glad you're gone You would rip off, a pervert jackoff, big talk-no show Broken back bone
[chorus] You never looked better, dead and gone I never felt better, you're dead and gone and... I wish I would have done, what nature finished first I'd done it with my hand, then left and shot myself
[chorus] You never looked better, dead and gone I never felt better, you're dead and gone and no more bother I never lose sleep, I don't regret a thing Believe me when I say, I'm fucking glad it's over
The praising of a higher hate Don't doubt a fucking word
The darkest month, the darkest month is here When you can't move so freely Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out
I can't watch, I can't bear it I just want to hang myself Chill out, detox, rehab, clean out
I committed a felony, I never had much trouble before First time offender
But I got put through the ringer And my bank account shrunk a lot They set an example, however There's not a chance, no way through me
You've never forgiven, exploited in dirt, it bothers you, it tortures you One more plight, left in life, shoot me dead, in the head Catch me if you can...
Never touch me, never come near me You're a punk, a bunch of words, not one percent You're found out...if you were me, you'd be in luck But you're not, so you suck
Show me a dollar, I'll show you no heart Show me a heart, and I'll show you my eyes
Wrong inside
Given the inch, crippled a mile, the pull of the dragon, the pull of the drug I can't see what the big fucking deal is?! No repentance, no respect, blown up eyes, blown up skies! I cann't see what the big fucking deal is?! And I cannot wait till the love is a fuck...
Back to the world, the tourniquet knot is slipping apart Bones left to pick, they radiate and splinter away
Compositores: Philip Hansen Anselmo (Phil Anselmo), Joe Fazzio, James Joseph Bower Iii (Jimmy Bower) ECAD: Obra #4485826