Ultramega OK lyrics

He's afraid he'll suffer his fathers fate
Two sets of silver records and plates
Two bloody hands and bleeding hearts
Don't feel it's not to late to start

Only the photographs on your wall
Are chained and down your hall
Reminding you of all the days
When you collected hell to pay
Well hell to pay
I said it's not too late
Not it's not too late
incessant mace

(silence)

Lyrics by Chris Cornell
Music by Kim Thayil

All of seventeen
Eyes a purple green
Treated like a Queen, she was
On borrowed self esteem

She would do a dance
A painful masquerade
Spinning you into her web
Along her vain parade

In her uniform
Studded brass and steel
Kissing lipstick, napkin stains
And smearing sincerity

Along her vain parade
Along her veins

It's creeping
In so slow
Trapping it, nobody's home

(more mumbling)

It's creeping in
So slow
Trapping it, nobody's home

[Played backwards, the Santa/Satan parody:
Santa, I love you baby
My Christmas king
Santa, you're my king
I love you, Santa baby
Got what I need
etc.]

Music: Yamamoto
Lyrics: Cornell

Kill them all
Steal their gold
Feed my boy's killer
Feed the young, prepare it save you
Feed the boy, hates to kill
Feed the young
Feed the young

Cool

Music: Yamamoto
Lyrics: Cornell

The day will finally come in _____
Cause we have conquered a kingdom
And a place of rage
Covered with assholes

Well here we live
To see their fear and their trembling words
Of a _____
A pretty(?), pretty(?) blank name on the list
An "x" for every accomplished deed.

Ol' big bad ass circle of power's comin' to getcha!

(lots of screaming, mumbling)

(spoken)

Smokestack lightning
Shine a light home
Smokestack lightning
Shining like gold
Treats me like a clown
Wheels go driving slow
Trucks me out of town
Wheels go driving slow
Tell me baby
So when you coming home
Tell me baby
When you coming home
Wheels go driving slow
Wheels go driving slow
Wheels go driving slow

Music: C. Burnett
Lyrics: C. Burnett

Head injury, head injury, head injury
You got a kiss for me, it hits me hard
My hands on my head, your words are like arrows
My hands on my head, there's permanent damage

Head injury, head injury, head injury

You got a kiss for me, it's sweet and frail
You got a fist for me, sure to impale
My hand on my head, your words are like arrows
My hand on my head, my mind in shambles

All your fears are lies
All your fears are lies
All your fears are lies
All your fears are lies
_______________________?[unknown line]

Clipless, falling, limping, crawling, biting, fighting
Back from dying
Endless ending
And comprehending
Nothing
of the scent she抯 sending

Loosely buying the TV lie
And the maggot man will never cry
Corralled like a cat

Far beyond the road
Between your house and home
There is a churning storm
Of hailing burning bones

Tiny baby cries
Little, tiny pawn
In the profit gain
Tiny baby grows

Mother, who抯 your man
Is he doing what he can
To make a proper home, home
By overturning other stones, stones
Father, mighty man
Loves his little boys, boys
Shows them how to kill

My mood was in full swing
My mood was in full swing
I wanted to be free
Free to watch the hail
I did not want to hear
The perfect thing to say
Dying to squeeze out
The ugly truth for everyone to hear
I did not wanna fight
I did not wanna kill
I wanted to be real
I wanted to believe
That I was not the only one alive

He did nothing perfectly
He did nothing quite well
He did nothing perfectly, much better than anyone I've ever seen
He did nothing all the time
He did nothing constantly
He did nothing everyday, more often than anyone I've ever seen

He failed, and he failed miserably
He failed, and he failed quite bad
He failed, and he failed miserably
What's better he never even had to try

I don't care if it takes some time
I'm gonna make it right
I'm gonna make it right

Turn the head 360 degrees
Bite the hand that feeds
I don't care if it tasted like Poisson
Rip the legs from the thighs
Feed the prison, open the eyes
I don't care if it tastes like poison
I'm gonna feed the prison, feed the prison

Color in the lakes of red
Pile of bones for my bed