Monster Magnet - Third Alternative Lyrics
My hands up to the maker, my heads down in the bombI swim in bloated vision, and I kiss you on the phoneMy heart beats so atomic, and I spill the sweat of dronesA mouth screams to a hundred, and my lips split all aloneSometimes I think this pig will just explodeSometimes I hope this torture just goes onWell Ill stuff myself in a pi of darknessAnd Ill slam till I cant see homeWould you like to hope for eden, that I keep a steady handDo you want to milk the syrup of a thousand year old manShall we ***** each others babies, let momentum do its bestKeep our shrieking little urges in our burned out little headsWell I sense a slight recoil was it something that I saidSometimes I think this pig will just explodeSometimes I hope this torture just goes onWell Ill stuff myself in a pi of darknessAnd Ill slam till I cant see homeDropping off the edge of nowhereEverything Ive ever knownThis is what you asked forNow this is what youll getSometimes I think this pig will just explodeSometimes I hope this torture just goes onWell Ill stuff myself in a pi of darknessAnd Ill slam till I cant see homeDropping off the edge of nowhereEverything Ive ever knownIve ever knownIve ever knownIve ever known
