Trophy Scars - Nausea lyrics
[Trophy Scars - Nausea lyrics]
When the prodigal son picks the
Skin off his teeth
He licks the top of his lips he
Says you are what you eat
He takes a Cadillac drive
Through the Tennessee fires
A swig of whiskey and rye
The moon reflects in his eyes
I used to be the mayor of this city
And all the girls, they look so pretty
But, I used to hate myself, oh
I still hate myself
And all the members in my committee and
All the angels and prayers of pity
Won't save you from yourself no
When you hate yourself
(Shut your eyes and you'll burst into) Flames
In his breath whenever he speaks
He's got the top of the world
At the soles of his feet
He's a bargaining man
He's got a lucrative hand
He's not part of the Bible, the Torah
Or Qur'an i'm a man who fucks with fire
And I'm a man who sleeps with liars
But, I don't come from Hell no
I wasn't raised in hell
I never felt so damn inspired than
The holy day that I retired
And I summoned Hell, oh you're living in Hell
God scorched the fields and dried the lakes
I should've left but chose to stay
Man kills man, but can't kill me
High noon the light gets chased by dawn
I threw my Caddy into park
Put the top down and watch them burn
I watched the trees burst in flames
I hear the buildings give way
I feel the tremors set in
I smell the sulfur burn in
I thought the radio died
But somehow it survived
I tried so hard not to cry
They played American Pie
Don McLean knew of the darkness
And the sadness of time
I remember that song as a kid
And how I was affected
Everyone feels estranged in this world
Everyone is connected
I didn't know much of Buddy Holly
I always thought it was Oswald
I remember my mom used to sing it
To put me to sleep
Skin off his teeth
He licks the top of his lips he
Says you are what you eat
He takes a Cadillac drive
Through the Tennessee fires
A swig of whiskey and rye
The moon reflects in his eyes
I used to be the mayor of this city
And all the girls, they look so pretty
But, I used to hate myself, oh
I still hate myself
And all the members in my committee and
All the angels and prayers of pity
Won't save you from yourself no
When you hate yourself
(Shut your eyes and you'll burst into) Flames
In his breath whenever he speaks
He's got the top of the world
At the soles of his feet
He's a bargaining man
He's got a lucrative hand
He's not part of the Bible, the Torah
Or Qur'an i'm a man who fucks with fire
And I'm a man who sleeps with liars
But, I don't come from Hell no
I wasn't raised in hell
I never felt so damn inspired than
The holy day that I retired
And I summoned Hell, oh you're living in Hell
God scorched the fields and dried the lakes
I should've left but chose to stay
Man kills man, but can't kill me
High noon the light gets chased by dawn
I threw my Caddy into park
Put the top down and watch them burn
I watched the trees burst in flames
I hear the buildings give way
I feel the tremors set in
I smell the sulfur burn in
I thought the radio died
But somehow it survived
I tried so hard not to cry
They played American Pie
Don McLean knew of the darkness
And the sadness of time
I remember that song as a kid
And how I was affected
Everyone feels estranged in this world
Everyone is connected
I didn't know much of Buddy Holly
I always thought it was Oswald
I remember my mom used to sing it
To put me to sleep