Song Lyric Stream of Consciousness

You can't always do it right, you can always do what's left

I put my hand to your heart
And let the bullet burn your blood
You seem to me death incarnate
Raper of life, killer of love

Jaaa!

Tiur i hue
Snart skal det skje
Kveles opp, får ingen faste på bordet
Lyden av død vekke minner i blodet
Med djevelens glass er mi snart inni dansen

Scrap it, grind it, peel it, hide it, 
The trend is over, 
And gone forever, 
Shelf it, box it, save it, frame it, 
You won't need that anymore, not anymore, 
It's on sale at the fucking dollar store! 

And I've watched your brillance fade, cheeks dulled and cracked with age.
Old gears still an-i-mate, make you dance with a stilted grace.
Piece by piece has been replaced, porcelain now twigs and string.
Watch the light shine through the lace, worn thin with years of dancing.

Never smile at a crocodile

No, you can't get friendly with a crocodile

Don't be taken in by his welcome grin

He's imagining how well you'd fit within his skin

Never smile at a crocodile

Never tip your hat and stop to talk awhile

Never run, walk away, say good-night, not good-day

Clear the aisle but never smile at Mister Crocodile

You may very well be well bred

Lots of etiquette in your head

But there's always some special case, time or place

To forget etiquette

For instance

Never smile at a crocodile

No, you can't get friendly with a crocodile

Don't be taken in by his welcome grin

He's imagining how well you'd fit within his skin

Never smile at a crocodile

Never dip your hat and stop to talk awhile

Never run, walk away, say good-night, not good-day

Clear the aisle but never smile at Mister Crocodile

Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
It's before my time but I've been told
He never came back from Copperhead Road



Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound


Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I feel the dream in me expire
And there's no one left to blame it on
I hear you label me a liar
'Cause I can't seem to get this through
You say it's over, I can sigh again, yeah
But why try to stay sober when I'm dying here?
And I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine
One day, too late, I'm in Hell

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teacher, leave them kids alone

Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone!

Maar die hart van 'n Boer
Lê dieper en wyer
Hulle gaan dit nog sien
Op 'n perd kom hy aan
Die Leeu van die Wes Transvaal

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method - agony


We will fucking kill you

Shall be the whole of the law

We will say we love you

As we scythe you down like grass

See how we will save you, how we'll give you what we have

Diseased spiritual oblivion in an amoral morass

Trouble's a mangy stray dog,
Play with it once, then it follows you home,
It's all "have not's,
Have none's,
Hey can I have some's?"
Until I've had enough,
Yet I've had none.