Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks — текст песни (Pantera)

As a child I was given the gift to entertain you.
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you.
I drink all day. I smoke all day. I`ve done it all but tap
The vein.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you
My soul for a goat, yet I`ll outlive the old.
You know it`s bad, some may say sad, a hangover is
Inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the
Emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of
Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of
What the Christians mean to immortalize my situation.
My soul for a goat. Yet I`ll outlive the old.
Embrace some religion. To get close to some
Undivine ejaculation point.
Simply to thy ghost I cling.
Simply to thy ghost I reject.
Simply to thy ghost I give spit.
Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I`ll
Submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships
With those Christians. You know they`ll sell you my soul
For a goat. Yet I`ll outlive the old.