Title: Third Alternative
Album: Dopes To Infinity
Artist: Monster Magnet
Composer(s): David Wyndorf
Lyric:
My hands up to the maker
My head's down in the bomb
I swim in bloated vision
And I kiss you on the phone
My heart beats so atomic
And I spill the sweat of drones
A mouth screams to a hundred
And my lips split all alone
Sometimes I think this pig will just explode
Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on
Well, I'll stuff myself in a pit of darkness
And I'll slam 'til I can't see home
Would you like to hope for Eden
That I keep a steady hand?
Do you want to milk the syrup
Of a thousand year old man?
Shall we fuck each other's babies
Let momentum do its best?
Keep our shrieking little urges
In our burned out little heads
Well, I sense a slight recoil
Was it something that I said
Sometimes I think this pig will just explode
Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on
Well, I'll stuff myself in a pit of darkness
And I'll slam 'til I can't see home
Dropping off the edge of nowhere
Everything I've ever known
I've ever known
I've ever known
I've ever known
I've ever known
I've ever known
This is what you asked for
Now this is what you'll get
Sometimes I think this pig will just explode
Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on
Well, I'll stuff myself in a pit of darkness
And I'll slam 'til I can't see home
Dropping off the edge of nowhere
Everything I've ever known
I've ever known
I've ever known
I've ever known
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