Damaged Songtext
von M.O.D.
Damaged Songtext
Get yourself a razorblade
Get yourself a needle
Drag your clothes with chain and pain
Bask in your misery
No need to hide your attitude
No one′s here to listen
Scrambled thoughts and scrambled eggs
Your nostrils take the glisten
Get yourself a razorblade
Get yourself a needle
Drag your clothes with chain and pain
Bask in your misery
No need to hide your attitude
No one's here to listen
Scrambled thoughts and scrambled eggs
Your nostrils take the glisten
Floating in your cosmic sewer
Of love, peace, and horse manure
You decide to end your ride
With Captain Chaos, our pesticide
Fill your head with empty thoughts
Of mistletoe and sugar plum demons
Stoke the furnace the flame grows brighter
At last the end your face grows whiter
Get yourself a razorblade
Get yourself a needle
Drag your clothes with chain and pain
Bask in your misery
No need to hide your solitude
When no one ever listens
Lading up your arsenal
Of hatred and misgivings
Floating in your cosmic sewer
Of love, peace, and horse manure
You decide to end your ride
With Captain Chaos, our pesticide
Fill your head with empty thoughts
Of mistletoe and sugar plum demons
Stoke the furnace the flame grows brighter
At last the end your face grows whiter
Your bloody image
Get yourself a needle
Drag your clothes with chain and pain
Bask in your misery
No need to hide your attitude
No one′s here to listen
Scrambled thoughts and scrambled eggs
Your nostrils take the glisten
Get yourself a razorblade
Get yourself a needle
Drag your clothes with chain and pain
Bask in your misery
No need to hide your attitude
No one's here to listen
Scrambled thoughts and scrambled eggs
Your nostrils take the glisten
Floating in your cosmic sewer
Of love, peace, and horse manure
You decide to end your ride
With Captain Chaos, our pesticide
Fill your head with empty thoughts
Of mistletoe and sugar plum demons
Stoke the furnace the flame grows brighter
At last the end your face grows whiter
Get yourself a razorblade
Get yourself a needle
Drag your clothes with chain and pain
Bask in your misery
No need to hide your solitude
When no one ever listens
Lading up your arsenal
Of hatred and misgivings
Floating in your cosmic sewer
Of love, peace, and horse manure
You decide to end your ride
With Captain Chaos, our pesticide
Fill your head with empty thoughts
Of mistletoe and sugar plum demons
Stoke the furnace the flame grows brighter
At last the end your face grows whiter
Your bloody image
Writer(s): Clint Edward Lowery, Morgan J. Rose, John M., Jr. Connolly, La Jon Jermaine Witherspoon, Vincent E. Hornsby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

