FAITH NO MORE LYRICS

Hippie Jam Song

To feel the heat of the summer time,
I'm gonna find me a summer job
To feel the heat of the summer time,
I'm gonna find me a summer job
I'm in good hands, won't you change my bag
I need some help won't you change my bag
Hallelujah, blah blah blah [?], put some clothes on wash those feet
That's about as funny as a bake sale,
That's about as deep as your pocket change
That's about as sour as [?]
That's about as thick as the hair on your back
That's about as easy as a [?]
That's about as bony as your bony as your butt cheek
That's about as [?]
Open this valve and change my bag
It's nice and warm won't you change my bag

I Won't Forget You

It only tickles now,
I used to kick and shout
Now I just cling to the [?]
Footprints gone,
you never love someone
Only what they leave behind And I won't forget you,
And I won't forget you,
And I won't forget you,
And I won't when I'm in hell I'm taking all those things,
The things that no one brings
The packing of those memories
And when I come up the Mountain of Needles
And I swim in a Lake of Blood
NO!
And I won't forget you
When I'm in hell I won't forget you

Sweet Emotion

[1989 Kerrang! Magazine Flexi-disc Track]

Your shirt is stained when you wear your heart on your sleeve.
So you wash it off and pretend that it was never there.
Your face in the mirror doesn't give a reflection.
So you paint one on, it's the art of imitation.
It tickles you to death, knowing you can play the game so well.
But you can't ignore, don't know who you are, so what.

Your sugar coated, guns are loaded
Afraid of tasting yourself.
So you keep lying, never trying
Say your somebody else
The bitterness inside your heart
It shows through in your eyes,
And you can't win in the end.

You take your big guns, loading them with your fatal charm.
The fact is, you love me, nothing can kill me now.
I've learned the power of deceit, the power of the sweet, is so true.
Now I'm a confection to taste good is all I must do.

Your sugar coated, guns are loaded
Afraid of tasting yourself.
So you keep lying, never trying,
Say your somebody else
Its too easy to get to where you
Take it, dig it, every day
And you can't win in the end.
The bitterness inside your heart,
It shows through in your eyes,
And you can't win in the end.

The Perfect Crime

[1989 Kerrang! Magazine Flexi-disc Track]

Girl listens to mom so she lights a match and pretends to sleep
While everything burns
Man drives nowhere
So he pressed the pedal, hit a few dogs
And felt good
Boy hears teacher's words
So he closed his eyes and stepped in front of a train

Woops! Sorry 'bout that
It's just an accident
Revenge
Nobody forgets
Chop it into bits
The bitterness is hard to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.
You try to make the moment last
You broke it right in half
You die and have a nice day
The bitterness is hard to hide
It smells like homicide
Just nod and say it's O.K.

I can hear your voice echo O.K.
I lied-it's really the voice
Of the guy who kicked your head in
Look in the mirror
It seems you're shrinking,
Miniature and soon enough you are gone

Station
No one saw the perfect crime
I can't wait for the next time







FAITH NO MORE LYRICS