One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God. At battle with a mass astringent. The bond That blends the weak to the wise. It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left slaughtered. Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I. Bird brained World saver. A fake god rests dead inside you. It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now. But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left
System destroyed. Exposed and unemployed. The fruit Of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to Ignore reality's claw. Knife to your wrist, syringe in your Arm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made, And under your name on your grave, is salvation. A big Fucking joke.
Slaughter the pig, the self-righteous king for your own Restoration. For your God is in your chest, and faith kills What is precious, for death is unanswered.
Writer/s: DARRELL LANCE ABBOTT, PHILIP ANSELMO, PHILIP HANSEN ANSELMO, REX BROWN, REX ROBERT BROWN, VINCENT PAUL ABBOTT
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
"It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" was inspired by a dream where Michael Stipe conjured up images of people with the initials L.B.: Lester Bangs, Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Leonard Bernstein.
"Sloop John B" is a traditional West Indian folk song, and it was a huge hit for The Beach Boys in 1966. They tweaked the lyric, "This is the worst trip since I've been born" to "...I've ever been on" as a wink to acid culture.