Spectacle of Sick Amusement (1998)
Take those words
Drag them through the sand
Take the water pour it down the ditch
Take a look at what pools at the end
Bring down your glass
Your favorite one you know the
One I'm talking about
Your favorite one
Dip it not once, not just twice
Dip it three times and smile
Hold your breath
And toss it in the air
Watch our world shatter
What the hell our love didn't matter
Let it reunite
With the sand
You
Why do you need me?
Why
Do you play with me?
For the spectacle?
For the better days?
Pleasure baby
But maybe
I can hold out
For something better
So take off that face
Dirt road of my creation
Guides your feet
Poison food I grow
Is the food you eat
You say so, so you know
That I believe
Every word you say
Is the life I need
Pinched nerves, nervous feelings
Cash in all of the above
And give it to the meek
Who understand a little more about love
Just take your shit to nowhere
That's somewhere that I won't be
You thought I could take a joke
But that joke took everything from me
You
Why do you need me?
Why
Do you play with me?
For the spectacle?
For the better days?
Pleasure baby
But maybe
I can hold out
For something better
So take off that face
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