And We Should Die Of That Roar - Hooks, Pt. II

Hooks, Pt II

... I got my eyes made of glass...
... gotta mouth full of glue...
... got my black lungs filled with gas...
... and a despicable point of view...
... forgot my brain up in the fryin’ pan...
... I hide in dungeon made of books...
... I have strength of an old man...
... and a heart swingin’ on the hooks...

... I gotta feed my greedy eyes...
... with a pitch fork for a spoon...
... I gotta dig me a hole so I can lay down and rest
‘fore the sunshine kills the moon...
... I got some nails in my pocket for my coffin...
... got some coffin under my nails...
... I am the engine man on a Hellride Express...
... crossin’ a desert without the rails...
… ridin’ the air between the trains…

... I gotta feet made of cold concrete...
... a lump of barbed wire for a spleen...
... I got them H-bombs instead of heartbeat...
... I am the ugliest man I’ve seen...
... I write them notes from the underground...
... instead of blood I run on hot lead...
... I sing my lungs out without a sound...
... I have nightwalks under my bead...

... I gotta spiders in my coffee...
... You see I haven’t had shit for days...
... In a bar one night I got into a fight
so I had to spend the night in jail...
... I gotta phone in my trembling hand...
... but there ain’t nobody on the other end...
... I called to say I love you and I’m sorry
but you, you were already dead...

Written by:
HARIS AGIC

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