Recoil - Backslider lyrics
[Recoil - Backslider lyrics]
Backslider
Oh, backslider, backslider, headin' for hell
Caught in a landslide, pure 'caine trail
Paleface, no trace, hidin' from the man
Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand
Backslider, backslider, lost in pain
Can't slay the dragon when he's
Runnin' through your veins
Noddin' out, no doubt, hidin' from the man
Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand
Backslider, seek home, man oh, backslider
Oh, backslider, backslider headin' for hell
Oh, you're a backslider
Let's go back, backslider, hey
Yeah, you're a backslider come down
Come down now, come on, down
Hey, you're going nowhere
Whatever's out there, hey
Backslider, backslider, sinkin' on down
Like a rooster in a rainstorm, you gon' drown
Juice head, 'bout dead, hiding from the man
Taste the tracks come taste the tracks
Oh, yeah backslider
Come taste the tracks Begone, back
Come taste the tracks come taste the tracks
I had a nervous breakdown at the end
And and through 6 psychiatrists
Before the sixth one finally decided that
She could probably make it
I could make me some money if
I had a pet monkey they could call me OG Jay
Other than Randy Joe
Oh, backslider, backslider, headin' for hell
Caught in a landslide, pure 'caine trail
Paleface, no trace, hidin' from the man
Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand
Backslider, backslider, lost in pain
Can't slay the dragon when he's
Runnin' through your veins
Noddin' out, no doubt, hidin' from the man
Starin' at the mirror with a gun in your hand
Backslider, seek home, man oh, backslider
Oh, backslider, backslider headin' for hell
Oh, you're a backslider
Let's go back, backslider, hey
Yeah, you're a backslider come down
Come down now, come on, down
Hey, you're going nowhere
Whatever's out there, hey
Backslider, backslider, sinkin' on down
Like a rooster in a rainstorm, you gon' drown
Juice head, 'bout dead, hiding from the man
Taste the tracks come taste the tracks
Oh, yeah backslider
Come taste the tracks Begone, back
Come taste the tracks come taste the tracks
I had a nervous breakdown at the end
And and through 6 psychiatrists
Before the sixth one finally decided that
She could probably make it
I could make me some money if
I had a pet monkey they could call me OG Jay
Other than Randy Joe