Spine of God
Album - 6 dicembre 1991 - Debaser id 42919

Place the stones in a circle of twelve
Give my night to brother of the bell
Rise from the light
That swallows me whole
Dig yourself
Dig yourself
Sun comes up
One great day
Foil of the cobra
Dries the sweat off my face
Righteous meek
Righteous brown
Yeah
Dig yourself, baby
Dig yourself, baby
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Down that medicine now
My my my baby
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Bloods' got soul
Invade the town
Your loves got lazy
Took the world from behind
Life is sweet
As sweet as hell
Dig yourself, baby
Dig yourself, baby
Alright
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Down that medicine now
My my my baby
Down that medicine now
Yeah baby
Down that medicine now
oh, baby
Make no mistake
Your violation will be televised
Muds got soul
Muds got soul
Muds got soul

Bought another copy of fragile
Seeds were bustin' up the spine
I think I cracked my skull doin' airplanes
Not too many but it's just fine
Pussy scratching sniff in a playboy
Christ i'm a good looking man
Fifteen miles to cop on a stingrays
Boys will gonna ride tonight
Goofball's in the 70's nipples
Gotta get our heads just right
Sit me on the lap of the god's babe
Cover me with skin and hair
Bought another copy of zoso
Seeds were bustin' up the spine
I think i wet my pants doin' whiphits
Not too many but it's just fine
Sit me on the lap of the god's babe
Cover me with skin and hair
Ride a number one on the home train
Screw you if you think i can't ......... smoke

The shape of a zodiac lung
Is beckoning like a bad christ
It hovers above your head
It's pulling the world over my life
If you don't hear a word I'm saying
You can't cover it with your hair
You can't hide it in your army coat
You've got the miltown demon stare
You forgot all the letters that you wrote
You can't hear a word I'm saying
No you can't hear a thing at all
When I die, it'll be because of you
There I'll lie and it'll all point to you
It's fuck ups like you that always seem to take it all
It's fuck ups like you that never seem to go away
The shape of the zodiac lung
Is like the shape of the back of my hand
And I'll knock you across this room
And I'll bury my head in the sand
You won't feel my love type baby
No you won't feel a thing at all
When I die it'll be because of you
There i'll lie and it'll all point to you
It's fuck ups like you that always seem to get it all
It's fuck ups like you that never seem to die
I don't know why

Earspot in a cornfield
We got a girl in an army coat
Pull up the Gran Turino
And play some music for the holy ghost
Go go go
Yeah baby smoke them bones
Praise me the Bullgod
She got fleas stuck all over her skin
Take a dive in the nose bleed
And let the snake dance begin
She licked a sheet of water
Now she's breathing through her teeth
Hissing like a snake with tits and
Squirming up to me
Go go go
Yeah baby smoke them bones
Go go go
I'm so fucking stoned
If Satan lived in Heaven he'd be me
And acid dirty doves and stupid sheep
That bone did triple I can make you see
Rub that naked belly up to me
Go go go
Yeah baby smoke them bones
Go go go
I'm so fucking stoned
If Satan lived in Heaven he'd be me
And acid dirty doves and stupid sheep
That bone did triple, I can make you see
Rub that naked belly up to me
Up to me yeah
Up to me
Up to me, yeah
Up to me

Ain't seen a night,
things work out right, go by
Things on my mind,
and I just don't have the time,
and it don't seem right
Ain't seen a day,
that I don't hear people say,
they know they're gonna die
This may seem a little bit crazy,
but I don't think we should be so lazy
If you think you've heard this before,
well, stick around I'm gonna tell you more
One just like the other,
sin's a good man's brother, but is that right
You tell me that I don't, then I say I won't, but then I might
You said this is the way it's supposed to be,
but it just don't seem right to me, and that's outta' sight
Some folks need an education
don't give up, or we'll loose the nation
You say we need a revolution
It seems to be the only solution