Cover di My Brother the Cow

My Brother the Cow
Album - 14 marzo 1995 - Debaser id 43266

di Mudhoney

When I look in the mirror
In front of me
In any old mirror
That's in front of me
Trouble, trouble
Is all I see
The shadow I cast
Is dark and long
Beware of my shadow
It's dark and long
When I turn your corner
You best be gone
Since the day of my birth
I've known I wasn't right
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm not right
Got something awful
Living inside
Oh look out
Well, I'm at the end of my rope
And the end of my days
At the end of my rope
At the end of my days
Gonna storm the Pearly Gates
And make them pay
Il tuo voto:
Oh I got these looks
That just won't quit
I got at least
A half of some kind of wit
I got a guitar
Check it out
I'm a star
Hey kids how'd I look on
The cover of Spin

Well well
We're all gone
Well well
Right on right on right on

Listen to my songs
I guarantee you'll relate
Look at me
Recognize your face
My daddy's rich
And my mama's good lookin' yeah
Hush little baby
So am I

Well well
We're all gone
Well well
Right on right on right on

Well I'm the spokesmodel
Of your generation baby
I'll leave my shirt
For revalation
Thanks to the kids
For making me who I am
Twenty percent of the gross
Goes straight to the man

Well well
We're all gone
Well well
Right on right on right on
Il tuo voto:
You're so tormented
Demented
Indebted
To all the assholes just like you
Who've come and gone before you
Predictable
Just plain dull
Why don't you
Blow your brains out, too?
You're so into yer shtik

You're so hounded
Ungrounded
Surrounded
By scum sucking leeches
Who will shovel your shit
Sweep your dessert
Both before and after it
Feed your ego
They never tell you no
All of you
Make me sick
You're so into yer shtik

And they're all into your shtik

Well, Mitchell's got a new girl
She's nineteen
Hollywood model
Star of the screen
She's up here
To support the scene
It's all part
Of his rock and roll fantasy

Stan was at the bar
With bandaged hands
They tried to dry him out
And he got mad
Cut his fist
Punching hospital glass
Made his myth
Now he's trapped

Susie's just a girl
Who's doing her job
That came to New York
And wanted a car
Working with the management
To the stars
Kissing ass
Is a part of her job
It's part of her job
Yeah, it's part of her job
Oh she loves her job
What the hell?
She does it so well

I'm not perfect
I've lived a life of mistakes
I'm not perfect
There's one thing I can't take
You are into yer shtik
You're so into yer shtik
And they're so into yer shtik
Fuck you, you make me sick
Il tuo voto:
Oh I can't remember
The day I was born
But I can clearly see
The day I die
A lot of wrong went on
Between the two
You came along
And somehow made it right

Oh I got you I got a lot to lose
Yeah, I got you
Got a lot, a lot to lose

Oh I came naked
Into this world
Oh unprepared
For the horrible truth
Got wrapped up
In a web of lies
On the day I die
They'll wrap me in my finest suit

Well, I got my suit
And I got you
Oh I got a lot to lose
Got a lot, a lot to lose
I'd give up anything for you

Wish I could
Do what you did for me
Wish I could
Make it all worth while
Do you need me
Like I need you
Will you be with me
On the day I die

Oh I got you
That's a lot to lose
Got a lot, a lot to lose
Got a lot, a lot, a lot to lose
I'll give up everything for you
Il tuo voto:
Runnin' nightly
Through the streets of Jacksonville
Seekin' out swampy refuge
In some Florida glade
Oh ain't no refuge
In the Everglades, my friend
No buffalo
Left in the Everglades

Ball-peen hammer
Goin' for my head
Florida buffalo
Long since dead

Squeeze my orange
Till the juice runs down my leg
Caught in the movie house
Orange juice on my leg
Landed in jail
Lost my turn
Let me tell you now
A day without orange juice
Is like a night in jail

Ball-peen hammer
Goin' for my head
Runnin' with orange juice
Drippin' down my leg

Ball-peen hammer
Goin' for my head
Florida orange juice
Drippin' down my leg

Ball-peen hammer
Goin' for my head
Florida buffalo
Long since dead
Il tuo voto:
You got me on the chopping block
Threatening to cut me up
If that's the way you get your kicks
Come on, make it clean and quick

I don't care what you do
I just want to get next to you
Execution style

Baby, baby, I'm hanging loose
Dangling on the end of your nose
Squeeze it so my neck will snap
You know I'm digging where you're at

I just want to get next to you
I don't care what you do
I don't care what you do
I just want to get next to you
Execution style

Baby, baby, I don't care
Baby, baby, I don't care
Baby, baby, I don't care
Strapped electric chair

I just want to get next to you
I don't care what you do
I don't care what you do
I just want to get next to you

I just want to get next to you
I don't care what you do
I don't care what you do
I just got to get next to you
Execution style
Il tuo voto:
Watch me
Now

They line them up
They make them stand tall
They line them up
Just to watch 'em fall

Oh I don't think I can take no more
And I don't think I want no more
Gonna walk right through that open door
And lock it tight behind me

No, I don't like it here
No, I don't like at all
No, I don't like it here
Watch me while I dissolve

I'm gone
But I know where to find you
If I want to
I'm gone
Il tuo voto:
Well, it's 1995, my friend and we're closin' in on the end
Another year for you and me
Time to recognize what you see

What you lookin' at
What you lookin' at
What are you lookin' at
What are you lookin' at

It's 1995 all right
They say I'm lucky to be alive
Yeah, me and everybody else
Along with you and everybody else, huh

What you lookin' at What you lookin' at
What the fuck are you lookin' at
What are you lookin' at
It's gettin' ugly
Il tuo voto:
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