Walkin’ With Michael Douglas Songtext
von A Wilhelm Scream

Send a priest to save my soul, forget it
Send a doctor, check my pulse, forget it

Feeling it too hard
Is the poison to the heart
Of a cynic redemption

Now I′m waking to pains and shaking
My guts are rotting out, I'm slurring my speeches
Have fun and forget you now
Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth
I apologize for these transgressions
Wish I could say that I learned my lesson
From the bottle she′s calling
To this sickness that lives with me

All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven
Silence belly up, full round, forgiven

Feeling it too hard
Is the poison to the heart
Of a cynic redemption


Regarding my wishes, wash me clean
Wring me out over and over again
Just promise to save my place
In your disgrace

A riot can start
With a call about
A measure of apathy
So proud
A promising song
Or a drunken sound
The distance between you and I
So far

So long to vitriol
But fuck you, slick, shady bull
Forget it, forget it, forget it, forget it

Feeling it too hard
Is the poison to the heart
Of a cynic redemption
Feeling it too hard
Is the poison to the heart
Of a cynic redemption


A riot can start
With a call about
A measure of apathy
So proud
A promising song
Or a drunken sound
The distance between you and I
So far