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   Lyrics -Albums - Core

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Core (1992):

 


1. Dead & Bloated (S. Weiland) [top]

I am smelling like the rose that somebody
gave me on my birthday deathbed
I am smelling like the rose that somebody
gave me 'cause I'm dead and bloated

Yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinking

I am smelling like the rose that somebody
gave me on my birthday deathbed
I am trampled under sole of another
man's shoes guess I walked too softly

Oh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinking

I run through the world
thinkin' about tomorrow
I am smelling like the rose that somebody
gave me on my birthday deathbed


2. Sex Type Thing (S. Weiland) [top]

I am I am I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I wanna get close to you
You wouldn't want me
have to hurt you too
hurt you too?

I ain't I ain't I ain't
A buyin' into your apathy
I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy
You wanna know
about atrocity?
atrocity?

I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know you know, you know

I am a man, a man
I'll give ya something that ya won't forget
I said you shouldn't have worn that dress
worn that dress

I know you want what's on my mind...

Here I come, I come, I come, I come.


3. Wicked Garden (S. Weiland) [top]

Can you see like a child?
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find ya
Cause I'm alive So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you

Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from your naked fountain
i can drown your sorrows
I'm gonna burn Burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you

Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you still alive?

Burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn your wicked garden to the ground

Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find ya
Cause I'm alive So Alive now
I know the darkness blinds you

Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you still alive?

Burn


4. No Memory [top]

[Instrumental]


5. Sin (S. Weiland) [top]

Holywater
clouds my thinking,
sinking low now,
keep on drinking

Down you go
suffer long
Down you g
sin make me strong

You control me,
soul you stole, mine
wishful thinking,
six feet under

Down you go,
suffer long
Down you go,
sin make me strong

So feel what were my eyes
Sink into the holes in my eyes
My sins have made me blind
sink into the holes in my eyes

Dead by dreaming,
sleep you steal, mine
Pools of cold sweat
hatred burns me

Down you go,
suffer long,
Down you go,
sin make me strong

Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you...


6. Naked Sunday (S. Weiland) [top]

You're the fuel to the fire
You're the weapons of war
You're the irony of justice
And the father of law

I've been waiting for a while to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks
for all the suffering you command

And when all is over
and we return to dust
Who will be my judge
and which one do I trust?

Angst...

You're the champion of sorrow
You're the love and the pain
You're the fighter of evil
Yet you're one and the same

I've been waiting for a while to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks
for all the suffering you command

And when all is over
and we return to dust
Who will be my judge
and which one do I trust?

Angst..


7. Creep (S. Weiland / R. DeLeo) [top]

Forward yesterday
Makes me wanna stay
What they said was real
Makes me wanna steal
Living under house
Guess I'm living I'm a mouse
All's I gots is time
Got no meaning just a rhyme

Take time with a wounded hand
'cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'cause it likes to heal,
I like to steal

I'm half the man I used to be
(This feeling as the dawn it fades to gray)

Feeling uninspired
think I'll start a fire
Everybody run
Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kinda neat
then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing
Guess I'll leave it up to me.

Take time with a wounded hand
'cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
Guess i like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'cause it likes to heal,
I like to steal

I'm half the man I used to be
(This feeling as the dawn it fades to gray)


8. Piece Of Pie (S. Weiland) [top]

I broke the breadline
Nobody Knows
I walked the frontline
Still got far to go

I mixed the water
I drank the water
I broke the breadline
Don't wanna know

It's staring me down
Wearing a crown
of apathy
I'm standing around
Dressed like a clown
Don't know my name Y
You know where to find me

I killed the manchild
I'll fast alone
I had the midwife
Naked and alone

I mixed the water
I drank the water
I killed the brainchild
I'll fast alone

It's staring me down...

Don't wanna let me be a man
Don't wanna lead me to your home

It's staring me down....

I killed the manchild
I had the midwife
I drank the water
I stand alone

I broke the breadline
I walked the frontline
Don't know my name
You know where to find me

Don't wanna let me be a man
Don't wanna lead me to your home


9. Plush (S. Weiland / E. Kretz) [top]

And I feel
that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see
that these are lies to come
So would you even care?

And I feel it, And I feel it

Where ya going for tomorrow
Where ya going with the mask I found
And I feel, And I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her -
will she smell alone?

And I feel
so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see
that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?

And I feel it, And she feels it

Where ya going for tomorrow
Where ya going with the mask I found
And I feel, And I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her -
will she smell alone?

When the dogs do find her
Got time, time,
to wait for tomorrow
She'll find it
She'll find it
To find it


10. Wet My Bed (S. Weiland) [top]

Hey everybody
Where did Mary go
Where did Mary go?
And where's my only cigarette?
Please think for me, I can't bear to
I'll just lie here for a while

Wet myself, wet my bed
I readied it all for her, you know
Clean sheets, incense
and lots of fluffy pillows - now soiled
Hey, where's my cigarette?

Did you check the bathroom, the bathtub,
she sleeps there sometimes,
water cleanses you know,
washes dirt away, makes new

maybe she swam away

- ok, alright, now what?


11. Crackerman (S. Weiland) [top]

Kickin' as I'm trying to sleep
Got the mud beneath my shoes
Rubber band, rubber band
Gun in hand, gun in hand I wanna use

Roamin' ,roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care - yeah but I don't care

Roamin' ,roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much

Trippin' as I'm thinkin'
about a boy, his name was sue
He's a man, he's a man crackerman,
crackerman, he's a woman too

Roamin' ,roamin' roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care - yeah but I don't care

Roamin' ,roamin' roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much

And I'm thinkin' While I'm thinking
And I'm thinkin' While I'm thinking

Roamin' ,roamin' roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care - yeah but I don't care

Roamin' ,roamin' roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much

And I'm thinkin' While I'm thinking
And I'm thinkin' While I'm thinking


12. Where The River Goes (S. Weiland) [top]

Yeah, I could hide in the calm
of the eye of a storm
and never blow away

Well I'm a young man
with a knife to my back
Some things never seem to change

Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to hide
Sing the song or keep it inside
Bought to farm
but the farmer done died
Sing that song
sing that song inside

I wish I could live in the dream
that I fly on tarred and feathered wings
Well, I'm losing a game of reality dice
where the dealer never ever pays

Nowhere to run to...

I wanna be as big as a mountain,
I wanna fly as high as the sun,
I wanna know what the rent's like in heaven
I wanna know where the river goes

Yeah, I could hide in the calm
of the eye of a storm
and never blow away

Well I'm a young man
with a knife to my back
Some things never seem to change

Nowhere to run to...

I wanna be as big as a mountain...

If I was stronger
I could be a mountain range
If night was longer
Could I escape the day?


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