Music by Bride
Lyrics by Dale Thompson
(1 Peter 5:8 Ezekiel 18:24 Luke 23:31)
Wired on the slam of crank
Dont you hang up the phone!
Internal conflict riddles my brain
Think Ill blow my head off (Job 17:14)
Wired with a meth cook
9 mm inoculation
Lift me higher take my breath
Wholl deliver me from this body of death?
Using me up to the bitter end (Proverbs 10:7)
Death is naked before God-Destruction lies uncovered.
Brings all things to the light
Over and over and over (Job
26:6)
Paranoid and lab aware
Butane Tunnel Red phosphorous glow
Fist full of bees watch the children change
Dont anybody speak English in the grave (Psalms 31:17 Psalms 115:17 Psalms 6:5
Isaiah 38:18 Job 24:20)
(Matthew 24:22 Psalms 1:4)
When you come to collect my body
Watch for the trip wires cyanide loaded
Cristina baby Im sittin on a bomb
Im the Crypto boy in the mutant mob
Im a God with spoon and
syringe This is where the pain ascends
Im a God with spoon and syringe The world of darkness where
death begins
Im a God with spoon and syringe Chalk one up and lets
pretend
Im a God with spoon and syringe Oh sweet Jesus be my
friend
How do you like me now?
Bet you wish you stayed near the cross (Romans 5:8)
As long as I have life in me
Got to get off that movie star stuff
ALL SONGS BY BRIDE COPYRIGHT 2001 ABSOLUTE RECORDS
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