Paroles Sweet Tooth de Volcano

Textes et Paroles de Sweet Tooth

Once in a while, it's like I'm back at the corner store
9 years old, and a mouthful of glassy sugar
which cut my tongue, showed the blood to all my friends
it tasted so good, chewed holes thru my mouth, holes thru my mouth

Nowadays, nowadays, nowadays, I know better than to eat their filth
I'm a whole new man, on a wholesome organic local vegan diet
Last year I met a 40 year old man named Ramon in a bar
And I did cocaine with him in the bathroom of that bar
I cut my nose, got a bloody nose, I'm tellin' all my friends
Tellin' all my friends

Edge of the train platform, starin' at the rail, casually inches from death
Scared of the knife, scared of the open window, scared of my own potential
Oblivious to the asbestos, oblivious to plastics 3, 5 and 7, casually inches from death

My body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my people
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body

My body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my people
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body

My body, my temple, my love stable and pure, my house sterile with bleach and my people
Spread our vision through the world, spread spread spread like cells through my body

Check out the phone, check out the phone I have
It's a Congolese corpse
The white noise from my network washes out all the sounds of a civil war (civil war)
But I'm tryin' hard baby
I cut back on my kills
But sometimes let the horsebones slip back into my sugarpills
I could draw lines in the sand but the tide washes high in the full moon
Where you hide your corpses - in your car? In your lunch? At your job? In your shoes? Cuz..

I know everybody's got a Sweet Tooth
I know everybody's got a Sweet Tooth

Once in a while, I see I'm back at the corner store
Browsin' the aisles of delicious filth

Swishin' the sugary blood round my mouth, a willingly ignorant bliss
I'm a part of a whole, that's no better than this
Silly boy don't be so serious

Don't be such a such a sucha grumpalumpalump
You'll drive yourself into the looney bin
And don't let that 'stache grow Che Guevarra bushy
I'll trim it in your sleep, make it John Waters thin

'Cause if you think that consumption's the plague
You better get vaccinated
Smoke the summer cigarettes
And eat sour patch kids

'Cause even your soy shield's got blood on it
And some of those corpses that you champion,
would reanimate like zombies on Halloween
And to the sound of a Vicent Price monster poem
Savor your sugary blood

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