Текст песни Tripping Daisy - Triangle
Tripping Daisy - Triangle слова песни
Mean while kickin` them back on the couchDrug-addicted weak-mind peopleSearching for the god through the TV screenWith the preacher jacking off in their faceIt`s love for himIt`s pain for themIt makes me .. sickAll their pain poured into oneArms reached out to catch the funPlaying life`s savior with no fearFor he knows his stats will growYear, after year, after tear, after tear, after yearMean while packin` up the lungsBut mark my words I`m gonna rageI`m gonna make him loose the only oneMake him burn for what he didSick, a-yaSick, a-yaOoooohSickEvery time he comes homeTo his pet snake named after himThey take turns licking the floorThey take turns licking each other`sOooh, he likes itEvery night he kisses his wifeOn the foreheadShe lives down the streetShe`s got thirty-two rooms in her houseGot thirty of them to paint her faceMean while packin` up the lungsBut mark my words I`m gonna rageI`m gonna make him loose the only oneMake him burn for what he didSick, a-yaSick, a-yaTwo wrongs don`t make a right for himPlaying preacher to the weak bewildered, yeahOne day he`ll get his just rewardOoooohWell, welcome to the swirling poolOf red and white blood cells of it allDisease began by a man full of dreamFor when will your journey endAmongst the slimy green solution?You see, it makesme sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, ya-yaMean while packin` up the lungsBut mark my words I`m gonna rageI`m gonna make him loose the only oneMake him burn for what he didSick, a-yaSick, a-yaOne day he`ll get his just rewardPlaying preacher to the weak bewildered, yeahOne day he`ll crash upon hellWhen will they ever learnto wake up?