Pantera - Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks Lyrics
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. Ive done it all but tapThe vein.These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasonsAll these christians come alive and try to sell youMy soul for a goat, yet Ill outlive the old.You know its bad, some may say sad, a hangover isInspiration. like a junkie I hurt for it. a bad trip, theEmptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack ofFulfillment to me is me. the big picture.These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part ofWhat the christians mean to immortalize my situation.My soul for a goat. yet Ill outlive the old.Embrace some religion. to get close to someUndivine 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 illSubmit. for this is my weakness and it saves me from relationshipsWith those christians. you know theyll sell you my soulFor a goat. yet Ill outlive the old.
