Queens of the Stone Age Lyrics
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Feel Good Hit of the Summer
Nicotine, valium, vicodan, marijuana, ecstasy, and alcohol
C-c-c-c-c-cocaine!
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The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret
I’ve got a secret, I cannot say
A modern movement to give it away
You’ve got somethin, I understand
Holding it tightly, caught on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt?
Cut you in, I just cut you out
chorus:
Whatever you do
Don’t tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don’t tell anyone
Look for reflections, in your face
Canine devotion, time can’t erase
Out on the corner, locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Still can’t believe there is a lie
Promises promise, an eye for an eye
We’ve got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel
repeat chorus 2x
I think you already know
How far I’d go not to say
You know the art is gone
And I’m taking my song to the grave
repeat chorus
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Leg of Lamb
You’re a head case with a smile
Can’t stop to make up your mind
Education is so lame (so lame)
When you bitch and you moan
You’re a loose girl, I’m a guy (hey)
You’re a truth freak with a lie
The situation is so strange
It’s a tv show (click)
In a hotel on the phone
You’re gonna leave me, I should’ve known (should’ve known)
And I was thinkin, it’s so sad
I didn’t want you to go
Don’t wanna follow the laws of man (yes, sir)
Bloody apron, leg of lamb
It’s so hard to win
When there’s so much to lose
Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ain’t a bad thing
This ain’t reality
Infiltrate the walls that are caving in
It ain’t a bad thing
Because it is natural
Second Avenue, raising Cain
I’m a sinner, ring my bell (hey)
I’ll tell you what, I get up
If I knew I fell
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Auto Pilot
Saw you down there on the marble slab
The best trip that I’ve ever had
High up in a jet plane, pass it around
My drinks on empty, need another round
chorus:
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
Is this the best that you can do?
I wanna fly, wanna ride with you
High up in a jet plane with you
Will we arrive in the middle of nowhere
Don’t act like you know, I been here so many times
I never seen you before
But now that I have, I don’t wanna see you no more
High up in a jet plane with you
High up in a jet plane with you
repeat chorus
Ah-ah, auto pilot no control
Ah-ah, ahh
Ah-ah, auto pilot no control
Ah-ah, ahh
High up in a jet plane with you
High up in a jet plane with you
repeat chorus
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Better Living Through Chemistry
The blue pill opens your eyes
Is there a better way
A new religion prescribed
To those without the faith
The hero holding a knife
And blood is not enough
Is it too late to go back?
Is it too late to go?
There’s no one here
And people everywhere, you’re on your own
Let’s see if I’m hearing this right
Is it just I should take
And never endings are glad
(right channel - a never ending supply)
To carry out the dead
Your idols burn in the fire
The mob comes crawling out (take us down and out)
I’m reclaiming their minds
Destroying everyone
There’s no one here
And people everywhere, you’re all alone
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Monsters in the Parasol
The walls are closing in again, oh well
The walls are closing in again, oh well
I seen some thing I thought I never saw
Covered in hair (hair)
Paul’s dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
Paul’s dad is warped and bubbling, oh well
And my mind is out here on another wave
Covered in hair (hair)
She won’t grow
chorus:
You’ve got a monster (distress) in your parasol (why, yes)
You’ve got a monster (divorce) in your parasol (of course)
You’ve got a monster (displeasure) in your parasol (my treasure)
You’ve got a monster (your pain) in your parasol (drives me insane)
Paul’s sister is an alien, oh well
Paul’s sister is an alien, oh well
I seen some things I thought I never saw
Covered in hair (hair)
She won’t grow
You’ve got a monster (distress) in your parasol (why, yes
You’ve got a monster (divorce) in your parasol (of course)
You’ve got a monster (displeasure) in your parasol (my treasure)
You’ve got a hole (your pain) in you I never saw (drives me insane)
In your parasol, in your parasol (insane)
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Quick and to the Pointless
spoken: I don’t even know what I’m doing here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A little girl can never freeze
High fidelity, you gotta be with me
Well I know, you know
Everybody everyone let’s go
Oh, baby, baby, you’re so sweet
Ah, ah, wooo
Het leven is hard, but dancin is fun
I’m so old, you’re so young
I know, you know
Everybody everyone let’s go
Oh, baby, baby, you’re so sweet
Goddamn, ah, ah, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Took from ya, warning
Little girl, it’s what I saw
You know, I know
Everybody everyone let’s go
Oh, baby, baby, you’re so sweet
Whoooo
Ah, baby, baby, you’re so sweet
Goddamn, ah, ah, whoa!
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In the Fade
Cracks in the ceiling, crooked pictures in the hall
Countin and breathin, I’m leaving here tomorrow
They all know I'd never do you any good
Laughin is easy, I would if I could
chorus:
Ain’t gonna run
Just live till you die, wanna drown
With nowhere to fall into the arms of someone
There’s nothing to save I know
You live till you die
chorus:
Live till you die, I know
Loosing feelin, but I couldn’t get the way ??
Countin and breathin, disappearin in the fade
They all know I'd never do you any good
Stoppin and stayin, I would if I could
chorus:
Ain’t gonna run
Just live till you die, wanna drown
With nowhere to fall into the arms of someone
There’s nothing to save I know
You live till you die
repeat chorus
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Tension Head
Everyday I wake up feeling this way
I take it downtown with all the action going down
Stike your match, strike your match, cook it up
chorus:
(My life) I’m feeling so sick
(Your life) I feel so fucking sick (My life)
(Your life) On the bathroom floor
Try to get out and get right
Hustling little girls
Cheating little boys
Yeah
Gotta get out, gotta get out and get right
Gotta get out, I gotta get out no more
No more, no more
(My life) I’m feeling so sick
(Your life) I’m feeling so sick
On the bathroom floor (My life)
I’m feeling so sick (Your life)
No more
Yeah!
(High life, low life, high life, low life, high life, low life)
(My life) I’m feeling so sick
(Your life) I feel so sick no more
all lyrics unofficial
all interpretations © thefade.org 2000-2001 |
Lightning Song
Instrumental
I Think I Lost My Headache
You know why
They called and just let it ring
No reply
The door is open I swear
Ain’t no use in pickin up
You know why
chorus:
It’s all my head I know
So they tell me so
Until my head explodes
Into my head it goes
Tastes so good
Oh, but I knew it would
Tastes so good
Burn like a match house
Medicate just to make you soft
Love is blind
Catchin the rest me
What the hell were they thinking of
You know why
repeat chorus
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