Small Arms Dealer Venkman Burn In Hell
i remember the headaches the swelling and the staircase
the nights when sleep would never come
my outrage is abundant, fasecious, redundant
i long for a punchline that never comes
so i'll sit and wait
in this very spot
'till my dying day
give or take
i've got faith
but i wont belive
no matter what you say
think again, amen!
have you noticed the earthquakes, the bloodshed and the
heartache
a mother's prayer to spare her only son
who answers? its not him, its no one, its nothing
the hand of fate that never was
so i'll sit and wait
and when the time has come
to step in my grave
i wont hesitate
i've got faith
but i cant believe
a f..cking word you say
not again, amen!
sometimes i just get terrified
to scared to open up my eyes
i had to watch my father die
yet you'll pay a man to prophesize
well it should come as no surprise
when i kick in the door and come inside
pull up a chair and speak my mind
you've said your piece
now listen to mine
i'll sit and wait
until you've got the guts
to come and conversate
face to face
i've got faith but get that book
out of my f..cking face
i wont ask again
amen
remember the headaches
