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ANTHRAX LYRICS
"Inside Out" (1998 Single)
1. Inside Out
2. Snap / I'd Rather Be Sleeping (D.R.I. cover)
3. Phantom Lord (Metallica cover)
4. The Bends
1. Inside Out
I thought I knew what provacation was
I've eaten from the insane root that imprisons reason
It's in my stomach like fire
It's in my stomach like cancer
It's in my stomach like a knife, I've been gunshot
I gotta let it go, yeah
Goddamn no where place to be
Dying deep inside of me
Always standing on the inside looking out
Can't break a hear so strong with pride
It's more than just being alive
I broke the rule with you I'm out
My only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain
2. Snap / I'd Rather Be Sleeping (D.R.I. cover)
Originally performed by D.R.I.
No, there are no easy answers
To sum up the problems which we face
History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes
Just don't expect to make sense
Out of what you see
For I can tell you now that
Knowing is believing
So if you open your mind you might understand
You're the victim of a big time government scam
And though you may not be inclined to believe
The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive
You live in your little dream world
You're much too cool to care
I really have to warn you
I think it's only fair
They await the final hour
As happy as they are sick
Laughing so hysterically
At all those who they've tricked
Who an I to tell you who to believe in
When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?
How can I say to you, "You be free"
That would never bring about mass anarchy
Now, would it?
From sun up to sun down
Decisions make my head spin round
Make me drunk, sick and tired
Keep me up 'til I retire
And while I could be out barhopping
Meat market, rocker chick shopping
Out there, chasing my dick
In it's never ending search for chicks
But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
No more waking hassles
Weary of the daily battles
So on my bed, I lay curled
No more waking hassles
Weary of the daily battles
So on my bed, I lay curled
A "could be" man of the world
But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool
3. Phantom Lord (Metallica cover)
Sound is ripping through your ears
The deafening sound of metal nears
Your bodies waiting for his whips
The taste of leather on your lips
Hear the cry of war
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
To control the land
Crushing metal strikes
On this fightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the phantom lord
Victims falling under chains
You hear them crying dying pains
The fist of terror breaking through
Now there's nothing you can do
Hear the cry of war
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
To control the land
Crushing metal strikes
On this fightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the phantom lord
The leathered armies have prevailed
The phantom lord has never failed
Smoke is lifting from the ground
The rising volume metal sound
Hear the cry of war
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
To control the land
Crushing metal strikes
On this fightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the phantom lord
Fall to your knees
And bow to the phantom lord
4. The Bends
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all wierd
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Falling asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken.
I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
I�d be scared that there�s nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?
My baby�s got the bends
We don�t have any real friends
I�m just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish
I wish
I wish that something would happen..
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all wierd
Where are you now when I need you?
They brought in the cia
The tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
To blow me sky high.
My baby�s got the bends
We don�t have any real friends
I�m just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish
I wish
I wish that something would happen
I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race
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