Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me lyrics
Tracks 02. I Don't Wanna Be Me
04. Todd's Ship Gods [Above All Things] 04. Anesthesia 05. I Like Goils 06. ...A Dish Best Served Coldly 07. How Could She? 08. Life Is Killing Me 09. Nettie 09. ...A Dish Better Served Coldly 10. [We Were] Electrocute 11. Iydkmighthtky [Gimme That] 12. Angry Inch 14. Drunk In Paris 15. The Dream Is Dead 02. I Don't Wanna Be Me
I don't wanna be me anymore
Ever throwing at his house Two glass houses, twenty stones Fourteen yellow, six are blue Could it be worse... quite doubtful Two steps forward, three steps back Without warning, heart attack He fell asleep in the snow Never woke up, died alone Please don't dress in black When you're at his wake Don't go there to mourn But to celebrate 04. Anesthesia
Like a flash of light in an endless night
Life is trapped between two black entities 'Cause when you trust someone, illusion has begun No way to prepare, impending despair Did one say so cruel: "Tis better to love than lose" Ignorance is bliss - wish not knew your kiss So many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearned Remember desire only fuels the fire - liar Betwixed birth and death, every breath regret I pity the living, envy for the dead Emotionally stunned, in defense, I'm numb I'd rather not care than to be aware - be scared I don't need love Are a thousand tears worth a single smile? When you give an inch, will they take a mile? Longing for the past but dreading the future If not being used, well then you're a user and a loser World reknowned failure at both death and life Given nothingness, purgatory blight To run and hide, a cowardly procedure Options exhausted, except for anesthesia - anesthesia I don't feel anything. 04. Todd's Ship Gods [Above All Things]
Grease, sweat, coffee, faded shipyard pictures
Giant living there I used to know Author of the testosterone scriptures Where did you go? Now I remember what he told me that time Falling from my bike, scraping my knee: "If you're gonna weep, keep it from sunshine, so no one sees" I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man" See little boy hiding amongst shadows Ashamed of tears exposing ancient pain From the storms predicted by the Tarot: Pray for the rain I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man" 05. I Like Goils
Forget the jar of Vaseline
Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen And yeah, You can drool, beg me and hope There's no damn way I'm playing drop the soap OK, I know I'm strange but I ain't no queer So take your rage and disappear But I'm proud not to be PC 'Cause - I like goils Bad goils all over this world Now I don't know whose ass you've licked No shit-tongued boy will ever taste my dick He says: "How 'bout no sex - we'll just be friends" Hey no thanks Pal, I'll stick to lesbians You're right A sexist pig, I guess it's true (I hate all men including you) I don't care what you think of me 'Cause - I like goils Bad goils all over this world I'm quite flattered that you think I'm cute But I don't deal well with compacted poop So look, If my views make you annoyed You're just jealous I don't have hemorrhoids So now, To make it clear that you can't bone me My tattooed ass reads "exit only" I don't care much for sodomy 'Cause - I like goils Bad goils all over this world 06. ...A Dish Best Served Coldly
What makes you think that you have won?
When the battle has only just begun Let the punishment fit the crime Bad things come to those in all good time My mistake was to put you first Deceitful bubble was so soon to burst I asked you - believe in just us Now my faith lie in mine own justice How many times must I say I'm not sorry? And how many ways can I show I don't care? Rotting bodies of enemies Cannot smell sweet enough to me What is the price of a friend Who would carry out revenge? In this bleak world of absent laws One in which the just are whores An honor to die for the truth Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth How many times must I say I'm not sorry? And how many ways can I show I don't care? 07. How Could She?
Wilma Flintstone, Marcia Brady,
Alice Kramden, Gladys Kravitz, Laverne and Shirley, Jeannie Morticia Adams, Aunt Esther, Sweet Polly Purebread, Natasha, Mrs. MacGillicuddy How could she? Ginger, Mary Anne, Mrs. Howell, Samantha Stevens, Lieutentant Uhura, Judy Jetson Olive Oyl, Ethel Mertz, Edith Bunker, Marilyn Munster, Rhoda, Penny Robinson How could she? Why don't you love me anymore? Quite upset, angry, just plain annoyed No recourse except for celluloid In my heart, I know you are not real Though in mind, suspect you still can feel Walt Disney or Hanna-Barbera Black or white, stunning Technicolor Warner Brothers and the A.A.P. I've become addicted to TV Crissy Snow, Catwoman, Creepela, Weezie Jefferson, Betty Rubble, Little Cindy Who Penelope Pitstop, Lois Lane, Vanna White, Wonder Woman, Elly May, Maude, Witchiepoo How could she? Why don't you love me anymore? How could you? 08. Life Is Killing Me
Like a Jew in ancient Spain
And for Christ's name did pay with pain Modern day inquisition What is the link between these crafts? Doctors and thieves, they both wear masks Overpaid meat magicians Life is killing me Your doctorate and Ph.D. Would wipe my ass etched in feces Will not cure your affliction Doctors Jeckyll or Mengele And your face too, they're just a blur Can't improve my condition Life is killing me Appointment made, waited three hours Did not realize you had such power I'd rather see a mortician Your parents saved or had the bucks Your education stems from luck Future corpse: death by physician I have no choice: devoid of rights So pull the plug, it's my damned life Keep me alive to increase your bill A Red Cross hell? - the hospital! Just let me die with dignity It's not suicide, simply mercy Just who do you think you are? Medical school don't make you God Now I don't care what you've been taught Just get me off this life support Just let me die, with dignity It's not suicide, simply mercy Life is killing me 09. ...A Dish Better Served Coldly
What makes you think that you have won
When the battle has only just begun? Let the punishment fit the crime Bad things come to those in all good time My mistake was to put you first Deceitful bubble was so soon to burst I asked you - believe in just us Now my faith lie in mine own justice How many times must I say I'm not sorry? And how many ways can I show I don't care? Rotting bodies of enemies Cannot smell sweet enough to me What is the price of a friend Who would carry out revenge? In this bleak world of absent laws One in which the just are whores An honor to die for the truth Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth How many times must I say I'm not sorry? And how many ways can I show I don't care? 09. Nettie
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue Miss Red Hook of 1922 Weeping silently for the pain of others Every night a tearful rosary A victim of the curse of empathy Her reward for compassion is to suffer Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes My shortcomings I know caused her grief Still she loves me. This I can't believe! Responding not with anger but a prayer Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill True, I am the son of an Angel Maternally, not one woman compares Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes If you fall, I will catch you When you're lost, I'll be there soon Far away, but of course near When you're sad, I'm always here Thank you for saving me from myself Your compassion became its own hell Unequivocably beautiful inside and out Without a doubt Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes 10. [We Were] Electrocute
We were electrocute
In our has-been 1980's suits So electrocute Everyone we knew said it was true That's when even strangers knew our names Ten year's later sighed "what a shame" We were electrocute To make the point again is moot Ssssssso electrocute How on you I've wasted my youth Your cold eyes of Coney Island sand Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man So proud to be by your side We were a team no one denied Even though I still miss your lips You're about as real as your tits 11. Iydkmighthtky [Gimme That]
It's been doing some thinking
And felt fair that she should know All actions in which partake Are far beyond it's control Whether it was born or bred (Genetic, Environment) I wouldn't bother to ask it why Simply concentrate on when It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed Making plans but It won't tell So longs to hear her final words: "I brought this on myself" The theory of futility Now you'll learn, so be prepared Enemies are equal to Wrath times the speed of fright squared If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you... you-who My God helps those who help themselves Of thus, she shant be ashamed Crawl into line and wait your turn Remember Jesus slaves Department of Probation: "Legally It can't be blamed, held therfore unaccountable since It's clinically insane - what a shame again" If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you... you-who You must decide We're out of time No place to hide Your choice, not mine! 12. Angry Inch
My sex-change operation got botched
My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch Now all I got is a Barbie Doll-crotch I got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch I'm from the land where you still hear the cries I had to get out to sever all ties I changed my name and assumed a disguise I got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an ingry inch Six inches forward and five inches back The train is coming and I'm tied to the track I try to get up but I can't get no slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch My mother made my tits out of clay My boyfriend told me that he'd take me away They dragged me to the doctor one day I've got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch A long story short: When I woke up from the operation I was bleeding down there Bleeding from the gash between my legs My first day as a woman And already it's that time of the month But two days later The hole closed up and the wound healed And I was left with a one inch mound of flesh Where my penis used to be Where my vagina never was A one inch mound of flesh With a scar running down it Like a sideways grimace On an eyeless face It was just a little bulge It was an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back The train is coming and I'm tied to the track I try to get up but I can't get no slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back Stay undercover 'til the night turns to black I got my inch and I'm set to attack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch 14. Drunk In Paris
[Instrumental]
15. The Dream Is Dead
Champagne glass of blood and wine
On chocolate hearts I dine Candles weeping waxing tears Ten for roses each one a year - disappear Arrows fester in my heart Each memory another dart Love and death both colored red Showing my past, the dream is dead Another lonely Valentine's Day I can't believe that things turned out this way And though I hate to see you go I know it must be so Another lonely Valentine's Day Nobody will break your fall All for none, yeah, none for all Nothing's so cruel as the truth Join the Festival of Fools Nobody will break your fall All for one, yeah, none for all Nothing's so cruel as the truth Join the festival, my fools Another lonely Valentine's Day I can't believe things turned out this way And though I hate to see you go I know it must be so Another lonely Valentine's Day The dream is dead |