King James Version lyrics

Ooo ooox4
I have a stinger, I am a honey bee
i am a razor, please cut your wrist with me
you're super cunning, u flaunt your pedigree
clear as one, o wa a o

I'm already spinning in my grave (ooo) x2

I am a subject of your documentary,
You have a question?
I am a third degree
I am authentic, I'm authenticity
i'm no such thing, o wa a o

I'm already spinning in my grave (ooo) x2

This road leads to rome, that road leads to ruin.
I抦 all up in the madding crowd, the general抯 been screwin?us around.
The land抯 no longer arable (The farmhands all feel terrible)
A river red with rebel blood to sweep us off our feet, do you remember?

Humility on parade humility on parade

Slow to marry, swift to die
We leave disasters where they lie
I know these lines look crooked on paper

But I swear I got it straight in my head
And if you抮e looking for somebody to blame, I recommend the dead
(I recommend the dead æ…¶ause they never answer back).

Skinny dipping in the lake
I got the itch, I drank the wake

i had a lovely brunch with Jesus Christ.
He said, "two words about inanity: fundamental christianity."
the food was very nice.
but then He had to go and die for my sins
and stick my ass with the check.

"show me a hero and i’ll write you a tragedy,"
(go near an open window and that’ll be the end of me).

i bowed before the avatar.

Drive across the country, tell your story walking.
No one抯 keeping you captive in the town that let you down (so sorry).

Blame it on the television, blame it on the company;
Don抰 blame it on the fundamental fact that no one owes you something.

I抳e come about my share, i only want what抯 fair.
Anyone who knows me knows that i抦 not greedy.

There抯 a bright white light
To shine shine on all the dim bulbs in the crowd tonight
And there抯 a thin yellow line to separate the fast lane

And there抯 a man I know,
he抣l take apart your engine if you ask him right
Let抯 empty all the minibars and leave this town in flames.

When you base
Your whole identity
On reaction against somebody
It抯 the same as being in

I tend to forget when I drink.
I抦 doing it again I think
A hand to hold, an ego to flatter,
æ…ause you were the wineskin, I was the bladder.

Time passes, events fall away
(I don抰 think they抣l hurry).

There is a price tag on everything;
A dying language beat down like a featherweight, staggering.
(Once you've had bad credit, you'll never forget you had it).

Dim innuendos are spoken aloud
Where supermodels are superendowed.
Fashion is the art of brainwashing the proud.

The shocking inclination
The vulgar ostentation
The group inoculation
The sketchy motivation

And you can't see yourself in the mirror anymore
And your alone and green and cold as the sea
And if you go down I will follow you underground

And you can't close your eyes anymore
And you can't dream

Just because you fucked up doesn't mean it's ok
To stand around pulling down the roof with your hands
Hoping nobody notices
But if you go far I will fill your mouth with the sour taste

St. Leonard touched a philistine
a sacred tongue, a perfect rhyme
But even he was "not much nourished by modern love."

So i told her that everything she does is divine
and she replied with a blank expression (an object lesson in making me feel benign)
Then whispered, "independence and indifference are the wings which allow the heart to fly."

One awkward conversation can ruin my whole day
In the company of strangers with some vulgar shit to say.
Cocktail hour social like an obsolete machine
Spitting anecdotes and boring jokes from someone else's spleen.

And I always seem to miss the point completely (and here I am again).

Culture barren trainwreck and it's hard to look away
But I'm yawning like a kid in a carpet store.

not another existential cowboy,

and no more "california champagne.

not another saddle tramp

sick, sore, lonely and out of place,
cryin’ in his coffee ice cream (come on).

edith cannot fix another engine,

nor paint another face on a rubbercan clown.

she takes another temp job,

but in her secret heart she rides!

sad sweetheart of the rodeo

not an urban legend now