Текст песни Monster Magnet - Third Alternative
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My hands up to the maker, my head`s down in the bombI swim in bloated vision, and I kiss you on the phoneMy heart beats so atomic, and I spill the sweat of dronesA mouth screams to a hundred, and my lips split all aloneSometimes I think this pig will just explodeSometimes I hope this torture just goes onWell I`ll stuff myself in a pi of darknessAnd I`ll slam `till I can`t see homeWould you like to hope for Eden, that I keep a steady handDo you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old manShall we fuck each other`s babies, let momentum do its bestKeep our shrieking little urges in our burned out little headsWell I sense a slight recoil was it something that I saidSometimes I think this pig will just explodeSometimes I hope this torture just goes onWell I`ll stuff myself in a pi of darknessAnd I`ll slam `till I can`t see homeDropping off the edge of nowhereEverything I`ve ever knownThis is what you asked forNow this is what you`ll getSometimes I think this pig will just explodeSometimes I hope this torture just goes onWell I`ll stuff myself in a pi of darknessAnd I`ll slam `till I can`t see homeDropping off the edge of nowhereEverything I`ve ever knownI`ve ever knownI`ve ever knownI`ve ever known