Third Alternative — текст песни (Monster Magnet)

My hands up to the maker, my head`s down in the bomb
I swim in bloated vision, and I kiss you on the phone
My heart beats so atomic, and I spill the sweat of drones
A mouth screams to a hundred, and my lips split all alone

Sometimes I think this pig will just explode
Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on
Well I`ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
And I`ll slam `till I can`t see home

Would you like to hope for Eden, that I keep a steady hand
Do you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old man
Shall we fuck each other`s babies, let momentum do its best
Keep our shrieking little urges in our burned out little heads
Well I sense a slight recoil was it something that I said

Sometimes I think this pig will just explode
Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on
Well I`ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
And I`ll slam `till I can`t see home
Dropping off the edge of nowhere
Everything I`ve ever known

This is what you asked for
Now this is what you`ll get

Sometimes I think this pig will just explode
Sometimes I hope this torture just goes on
Well I`ll stuff myself in a pi of darkness
And I`ll slam `till I can`t see home
Dropping off the edge of nowhere
Everything I`ve ever known
I`ve ever known
I`ve ever known
I`ve ever known