Philip H. Anselmo And The Illegals - Bedroom Destroyer | Текст песни

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• Philip H. Anselmo And The Illegals
• Bedroom Destroyer

Cold beer scalds my back molars
Cold beer fattens me up for depression and I use depression
I will use this depression just like a weapon
And it’s aimed at me, and anyone who dares to come too close
I’ve washed some feet
I thought I’d made it up
I’ve kissed some feet but still they stomp on me Tantrum!
Bedroom destroyed
Bedroom destroyer
Framed faces bring spelled leaden guilt trips
I could smash those faces with my worthless tales of yesteryear
Count yourselves as shit-heel fortunate
You don’t have to live with this; my asinine paranoid-trenches
I’ve grabbed at hands
I thought they’d lift me up
I’ve grabbed some hands but still they beat me down Tantrum!
Bedroom destroyed
Bedroom destroyer
I’m pulverized by
Fat, sloppy fears and
I’ve wrecked this room deck, once again
But it doesn’t matter
You won’t find me
I’m hidden in a black room somewhere
I’m the boarder of thousands
Of undisputed demons
And I’m laying them on you thick-like
Because I’m a talker
And I’m a doer
And I’ll devour this place, sober and drunk Sober or drunk
Hail to the king of the pillow and pill
My screams scare the birds out of every single tree for miles
With a voice once heard but best forgotten
Trapped inside a closet inside 30-rooms and half a mile
I grabbed a knife
But there is no fight
I’ve grabbed a knife, but there’s no fight for me
Tantrum!
Bedroom destroyed
Bedroom destroyer