Believer Now/Rosebowl '98 Songtext
von Camp Trash

Everyone has their panic line
Pushing back the moon to fight over the rise
Don′t call me on the telephone
You know I'm not here, I′m going out alone
You're nice, but nothing like your brother
This cult's got a believer now
Sleep on the floor, spent your money getting in the door

It′s gone, another lesson at the wheel
Working hard doing what you feel like
Never needed more than I could fill up
Tunnel vision, spit, ′til you throw up
Never needed more than I could fill up
Tunnel vision, spit, 'til you throw up

Bellied up in Pasadena
Start to get just what you mean when
There′s no turning back
No such thing stays intact


Starving, let's go grab a bite
Then reality hit me out of sight
Backed me over, spilled my guts
No good thing relies on luck

Big cover up in Denver
You won′t catch me up above the water
When is it starting, oh, so it's over
You can′t say I never tried (to warn ya)

I'm starting to think I've overvalued
Everything you said to me
Once a flower, never again a seed
Watch me wither into the place we leave
I′m seeing you again (I′m seeing you again) in hell where we begin (in hell where we begin)
Back in Pasadena, where all things go
They'll sink you like a stone, I′ll go


Hey, Kegan
Yeah
After we get this one, can we have a cigarette?
Yeah
Alright, great
Did you say before or after?
Oh, after
Oh
He's gotta earn it
Alright
There′s cigarettes on the line