Stone Sour - Silent Type lyrics
[Stone Sour - Silent Type lyrics]
"Half alive and stark raving free with
Only a handful of gravel
To suck on for the entire
Duration of this commercial-free interruption
We ran and ran until there
Was nothing left in our
Legs but sand and bourbon
Whiskey, fuel the ancients, god of nothing
Drizzle down the legs of this
Woman we call America with
The glistening scent of her
Still on our bodies
Telling us to rally every heathen
Jester, poet, rogue, transient
Draft dodger, misanthrope, killjoy, heat
Seeker, mofo, abscessed
Lawless son of a bitch
We get dragged out of whatever
Hobble they had declared their
Domain and stand on her
Teeth - America's teeth
And make the loudest goddamn noise
We can before last
Call, because that's considered the
Hottest band, the tyranny
The absolute tyranny of being righteous"
"I told that son of a bitch twice
I asked for the jack and Coke, not rum and
Coke, not Coke on ice
Jack and fucking Coke!
And he looks at me all high
And proper and says 'God man
What's the difference?'
I look him square in his
Ricochet grin and say
'the hell with you because if you
Don't know what flavor's your flavor
Then we're
Not really having this conversation'
And with that
I upended my giant spooling surface
Table and ashtray and flew into a legend to
Have this asshole fucking
Bartender describing me as quote unquote 'a
Mad psycho who's really drunk and threw that
Table at me for no fucking reason
Babbling about flavors'
Immortalizing a bar myth for wanting a
Jack and Coke and proving
A point by punctuating with flying
Furniture, to each his own
I guess go figure"
"Is it just me
Or is it all ending up with it's pants up
Around it's ankles throbbing for a break?
A better way, a reach around, anything?
We turn and face the bullshit like waves
Of concrete that sacrilegious
Moment before the
Mindset kicks in and you can't take it
Anymore and your mouth is the
Trigger and your brain is loaded and the
Monster wants to take apart every
Dirty fucker on the planet, because they
Don't deserve to feel this free
They don't get it and never will
So come on you bastards
I've got the mountains at
My back and a face full of lines, lies
And tributes
Do you want me? I'm right fucking here
I'll wait forever if I have too
And I can see a thousand miles
At once, so hiding is moot save
Your breath, because I'm waiting
Going nowhere but up
Now back to your life - already in progress"
Only a handful of gravel
To suck on for the entire
Duration of this commercial-free interruption
We ran and ran until there
Was nothing left in our
Legs but sand and bourbon
Whiskey, fuel the ancients, god of nothing
Drizzle down the legs of this
Woman we call America with
The glistening scent of her
Still on our bodies
Telling us to rally every heathen
Jester, poet, rogue, transient
Draft dodger, misanthrope, killjoy, heat
Seeker, mofo, abscessed
Lawless son of a bitch
We get dragged out of whatever
Hobble they had declared their
Domain and stand on her
Teeth - America's teeth
And make the loudest goddamn noise
We can before last
Call, because that's considered the
Hottest band, the tyranny
The absolute tyranny of being righteous"
"I told that son of a bitch twice
I asked for the jack and Coke, not rum and
Coke, not Coke on ice
Jack and fucking Coke!
And he looks at me all high
And proper and says 'God man
What's the difference?'
I look him square in his
Ricochet grin and say
'the hell with you because if you
Don't know what flavor's your flavor
Then we're
Not really having this conversation'
And with that
I upended my giant spooling surface
Table and ashtray and flew into a legend to
Have this asshole fucking
Bartender describing me as quote unquote 'a
Mad psycho who's really drunk and threw that
Table at me for no fucking reason
Babbling about flavors'
Immortalizing a bar myth for wanting a
Jack and Coke and proving
A point by punctuating with flying
Furniture, to each his own
I guess go figure"
"Is it just me
Or is it all ending up with it's pants up
Around it's ankles throbbing for a break?
A better way, a reach around, anything?
We turn and face the bullshit like waves
Of concrete that sacrilegious
Moment before the
Mindset kicks in and you can't take it
Anymore and your mouth is the
Trigger and your brain is loaded and the
Monster wants to take apart every
Dirty fucker on the planet, because they
Don't deserve to feel this free
They don't get it and never will
So come on you bastards
I've got the mountains at
My back and a face full of lines, lies
And tributes
Do you want me? I'm right fucking here
I'll wait forever if I have too
And I can see a thousand miles
At once, so hiding is moot save
Your breath, because I'm waiting
Going nowhere but up
Now back to your life - already in progress"