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Mushroomhead - Superbuick lyrics



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01. Bwomp

We gotta get together
Gotta get with the game plan
To defeat the dealer that dealt this hand
I don't understand why the kids are killing kids
When the only one that benefits is the big whigs
They're using death as a diversion on Capitol Hill
With their hand in the cookie jar far from the bloodspill
They want more power so they're tryin' to pass bills
To further exploit and contribute to the landfill

Bleed for me, I'll bleed for you
Bleed for me, I'll bleed for you

We're piling it too high
Talk not saying anything
What we leave behind
What we can't afford to keep
There's no sympathetic posturing
There's no more true humanity
The old ways aren't working anymore
Let's separate the users from the whores

Creepy crawl
Creepy crawl
Creepy crawl
Creepy crawl

Twist the 4-5 cap to get wrapped tight
Slap the wax on the wheels to feel alright
Find the flow freak the funk like you're in heat
Wrap the leaf strike the blunt now you're in deep
We've gotta get together
Gotta get with the game plan
To defeat the dealer that dealt this hand
I don't understand why the kids are killing kids
When the only one that benefits is the big whigs
Mankind unkind
Always a fine line
We've all got to die
But this time it's my time
Hindsight blind fight
I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world
While we sleep at night
Twist the 4-5 cap and understand
That if it was up to me I'd free Charles Manson
Hindsight blind fight
I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world
While we sleep at night

Throw it all away

If it was up to me
If it was up to me
If it was up to me I'd free Charles Manson

We're piling it too high
Talk not saying anything
What we leave behind
What we can't afford to keep
There's no sympathetic posturing
There's no more true humanity
The old ways aren't working anymore
Let's separate the users from the whores
From the whores
From the, from the, from the whores
Let's separate the users from the whores
Whoa, from the whores
From the whores

Creepy crawl

What do we have to hope for
Why do we even try
Laughed at religion long ago
I doubt I'll be an angel when I die (die)
When I die
When I die

Mankind unkind
Always a fine line
We've all got to die
But this time it's my time
Hindsight blind fight
I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world
While we sleep at night
Twist the 4-5 cap and understand
That if it was up to me I'd free Charles Manson
Hindsight blind fight
I hate it when I'm right
He destroys the world at night

From the, from the, from the whores
He destroys the world
Seperate the users from the whores
Destroys the
Whoa, from the whores

02. Never Let It Go

Never let it go
Never let it go
Never let it go
Never let it go
Never let it go
Never let it go
Never let it go

Caressing the downfall
Outstretched arms on your knees crawl
Filthy & feeling low
Dancing in the undertow

Caressing the downfall
Outstretched arms on your knees crawl

The cut that always bleeds but never shows.

Everyone crawls to someone
Some run to the puppeteer & volunteer
To become one.

But who pulls the strings
That you are attached to?
Who Pours the gas
That you are the match to?

Strive for perfection and
strike with precision
Soon it blows up in your face
and the smoke blurs your vision

But now you're fading fast
Maybe your time has passed
Bound & gagged as you're
Dragged to the typecast.

Caressing the downfall
Outstretched arms on your knees crawl
Filthy & feeeling low
Dancing in the undertow

The cut that always bleeds but never shows.

Everyone crawls to someone
Some run to the puppeteer & volunteer
To become one.

But who pulls the strings
That you are attached to?
Who Pours the gas
That you are the match to?

Strive for perfection and
strike with precision
Soon it blows up in your face
and the smoke blurs your vision

But now you're fading fast
Maybe your time has passed
Bound & gagged as you're
Dragged to the typecast.

Jumping back and forth
and forth and back once more
Oblivious to what it is I'm looking for

Jumping back and forth
and forth and back once more
Oblivious to what it is I'm looking for

Jumping back and forth
and forth and back once more
Oblivious to what it is I'm looking for

Jumping back and forth
and forth and back once more
Oblivious to what it is I'm looking for

Never let it go
Never let it go

Caressing the downfall
Outstretched arms on your knees crawl
Filthy & feeeling low
Dancing in the undertow

Never let it go

Goodbye but I cannot forget it
No I'll never ever let it go.

Never, never, never, never...

No I'll never let it ... go

No I'll never let it ... go

No I'll never let it ... go

No I'll never let it ...

GO!

04. The Wrist

Acting tragically in an inept manner
Trying to act like something really mattered
When I open my eyes it's all gone

Overthrown by your children
God willing shut you down
It's like the closer I get
I start to regret what I've done

A sick piece of shit
With the balls to admit when he's wrong
React defiantly, I am someone, someone
Might even fool myself before I'm done

When I open my eyes it's all gone
Overthrown by your children
God willing shut you down
Making believe there's someplace I belong

Greedo died by the hand of Solo
Amass a fortress of steel
Unsure if I can instill my will
Is caving in black till there's no bringing it back again

Led astray by their mock sincerity
False charity, condemned, chewing insult
Inheriting unwarranted birthright
Crown a scapegoat, new King of Shit

Ignorance is followed by ignorance
Repetition diminishing senses
Defenseless, crippled libido
Greedo died by the hand of Solo

When I open my eyes it's all gone
Making believe there's someplace I belong
When I open my eyes it's all gone
Might even fool myself before I'm done

05. Chancre Song

Self Absorbed
Chancre Sore
Love you like a matador
life is just a metaphor
Nothings fair
Love is War
Nothing more

Self Absorbed
Chancre Sore
Love you like a matador
life is just a metaphor
Nothings fair
Love is War
Nothing more

Self Absorbed
Chancre Sore
Love you like a matador
life is just a metaphor
Nothings fair
Love is War
Nothing more

Self Absorbed
Chancre Sore
Love you like a matador
life is just a metaphor
Nothings fair
Love is War
Nothing more

Self Absorbed
Chancre Sore
Love you like a matador
life is just a metaphor
Nothings fair
Love is War
Nothing more

Self Absorbed
Chancre Core
Nothings Fair
Love You Like A Matador

09. Fear Held Dear

Listen, Listen to me
Listen, Listen to me Listen

You left your mark
A hand print in wet cement
To make sure these regrets
I won't forget
You tried to divide
dissect me of my pride
But i refuse to fold into your arms

Media's ventriloquist
Anglo Saxon
Evangelist
I find it so ridiculos
The fears that we hold dear

Listen, Listen please won't you listen
Anybody won'y you listen to the things that we hold dear?