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GROPE LYRICS
"Intercooler" (1999)
1. Someone Died In You
2. Hope For The Best
3. Freakshow Gallery
4. Six Feet Under And Far Away
5. Just Like The Devil
6. Reverend Jones
7. Reason To fear
8. I Fell For you
9. Bazar
10. Busorama
11. Cupid's Shotgun
12. This Time Of Year
1. Someone Died In You
Girl, I hope you are happy now
I can’t tell but you look sad somehow
You got all you ever wanted
I don’t know what can be wrong
There you are in your paradise
Good luck to you, you won the grand prize
You have all you ever wished for
Tell, me now, what’s up with you
Eventually heaven begins to smell
And you claim that you’d prefer hell
A stench that comes from within
Like someone died in you
The pearl once bright has lost its inner flow
Things have changed, once it used to glow
The shell is no longer a temple
Just a measly cell where you reside
Girl, I hope you are happy now
I can’t tell but you look sad somehow
You moved on and left me stranded
And I’m not there for you no more
Eventually heaven begins to smell
And you claim that you’d prefer hell
A stench that comes from within
Like someone died in you, like this
Like someone died in you
Like someone died in you
2. Hope For The Best
Life is faceless, leaving but still here
A nightmare, a joyride, a dream within a dream
We ain’t got the kay
We can’t find the lock
We just kick the door in
And hope for the best
Death is scary, always catching up
A stranger, a reason to concieve a god
We ain’t got a clue
We just stumble on
We just do what feels right and
Hope for the best
Some burn in their flesh – purified and scarred
Othors leap into the sea of sweat and sin - sin
We hope for the best
We hope for the best
We hope for the best
We hope for the best
3. Freakshow Gallery
Long live the wierdoes, the misfits and the freaks
They help us give fear a name and point out the leaks
We couldn’t do without them
It simply wouldn’t be the same
With no one left to blame
Welcome to the freakshow gallery, take a seat
Thank god for his lefthands
The mothers, the fathers, the preachers
The pope and Jackson; he’s bad but that don’t seem to natter
The cops, the teachers and all the rest
Hail to the perverts, hail to the wrong
Hail to the inmates, this is your song
What would we do without them
It simply wouldn’t be the same
With no one left to blame
Left to blame
Welcome to the freakshow gallery, take a seat
Thank god for Charles Manson, Koresh, Polpot, the suicide cults
The childabusing priests who no one cares to talk about
The cornerstones, the healing bones, the righteous and the just
It would not, not be the same
With no one, no one left to blame, to blame
Welcome to the freakshow gallery, take a seat
Take a seat
4. Six Feet Under And Far Away
Here I am, fucked up but fighting
Battered and bleeding I start from scratch
Lost in a haze, tuned inside out, caught in a web
I twist and turn
Mostly suffering befalls us at our own invitation
Mostly suffering befalls us at our own invitation
When less than nothing is more than enough
You’ll know it’s time to put your foot down
Yes, bury the body before it decays
Six feet under and far away
Mostly suffering befalls us at our own invitation
But at times you welcome pain, thinking it’s pure pleasuere
When hope and weakness prevail
But that don’t help me much right now
Just gotta fight this shit somehow running low, running low right now
It’s hard to grasp the concept of loss
Conclusive death of never again
It never gets easy and that is the force
Twisting and altering reality
Mostly suffering befalls us at our own invitation
But at times you welcome pain, thinking it’s pure pleasuere
When hope and weakness prevail
But that don’t help me much right now
Just gotta fight this shit somehow running low, running low right now
Mostly suffering befalls us at our own invitation
But at times you welcome pain, thinking it’s pure pleasuere
When hope and weakness prevail
But that don’t help me much right now
Just gotta fight this shit somehow running low, running low right now
5. Just Like The Devil
Don’t think we don’t know what’s going on
What you are up to
Just pull out that smile, give it your best
You just might fool you
We are watching you just like the devil
Watches a soul
Man, look at yourself, an open book
We see right through you
We know what you did, know what you do
Let’s not forget it
We are watching you just like the devil
Watches a soul hesitating on the point of sin
You’re a gutless punk-ass looser
Yeah, you drink and you do drugs
And yoo rally want to get nasty
With your neighbour’s little girl, yeah
You’re a worthless gambling jerk-off
Woody Allen could kick your ass
And the photos in your closet
Will be used against you, yeah
We are watching you just like the devil
Watches a soul hesitating on the point of sin
6. Reverend Jones
Reverend Jones was a trustworthy man
He never touched alcohol, no
But instead he touched the choirboys
And thereby blessed them all
Reverend Jones was a middle-aged man
Who spread the word of god
And spread a few diseases along with that
But he never stayed for long, no
And that’s gotta be worth something
Many people didn’t know
Maybe they just didn’t care
After all he was a man of the church
R verend Jones
But listen up here is what happened one day
Some sinners cut his manhood off
And you would think people were appalled
But they just smiled and left
And that was all
Maybe they just didn’t care
‘Cause I’m certain that they knew
That he was a man of the church
Reverend Jones
Reverend
Maybe they just didn’t care
‘Cause I’m certain that they knew
That he was a man of the church
Reverend Jones
Reverend Jones
After all he was a man of the church
7. Reason To fear
Trust is a bullet golden and true
In the gun that you point at your heart
The tongue is a tempter wistful and sweet
And that’s all the reason you need to fear
The assertion flung out to caress your pride
To the smile that tells you “I’m not deranged”
Breathtaking eyes, mirrors of deciet
All that you see is yourself
Trust is a bullet deadly and true
And that’s all the reason you need to fear
The assertion flung out to caress your pride
To the smile that tells you “I’m not deranged”
Yes, I know what hell looks like
My ex-girlfriend was raped
By a friend who we trusted
And respected back then
Back then
8. I Fell For you
Some people go for sailors with anchor tattooes and horny smiles
Some people go for blondes with breasts the size of ripe pumpkins
Some people go for men in latex suits and feather boas
But girl, of all the people in the world
Of all the lovely people in the world
I fell for you, I fell for you
I fell for you, I fell for you
Some people want a master to pour candlewax on their ugly buttcheecks
Some people want a servant to spank, to punish, to slap around
One of my friends he needs a ‘friend’
But I tell you that sure ain’t gonna be me
‘Coz girl, of all the people in the world
Of all the lovely people in the world
I fell for you, I fell for you
I fell for you, I fell for you
I can be romantic, be nasty, be superman
Let’s go to your place and get it on
No, I’m not just trying to get in your pants
What kinda man do you think I am
Girl, of all the people in the world
Of all the lovely people in the world
Girl, of all the people in the world
Of all the lovely people in the world
I fell for you, I fell for you
I fell for you, I fell for you
I fell for you, I fell for you
I fell for you, I fell for you
I fell for you, I fell for you
9. Bazar
I would have to try for a lifetime
To find someone just like you
You are here and I am here
And yes, I know you feel it too
My body starts to tremble
Whenever you are near
Somehow I have to find a way
To control the fire in me
Man, you are a grade A asshole
Locked your brain and ate the key
I’m sure your mother hates you
Your father just as well
I’m sure your mother hates you
Your father just as well
10. Busorama
The good guys are twice as bad and this world abounds in them
Twice as bad
They hold the key to a demonbox, what a paradox, they got the power to condemn
Loyalty is a screw to turn, to use, abuse, to exert pressure on the weak
If you reposses your head
If you take control instead
They won’t bring you down
The good guys are twice as bad, now let me add another stone to the pile
The path of the rightous is winding and only visible to the chosen few
But it leads to power, control, immunity and prosperity
If you reposses your head
If you walk away instead
Surely they will die
Fear of what lead to this resignated state of mind
If you reposses your head
If you take control instead
If you reposses your head
They won’t bring you down
11. Cupid's Shotgun
I like to touch the scars in my mind
From time to time
To feel the crushing pain of past mistakes
Like a punch in the face
I remember clearly when
He killed me with a single blast
Since the bullets were removed
My life just hasn’t been the same
Time really never heals, it just covers up
That’s how it is
And once you crash, you burn and you learn
That you get nothing for free
Cupid bought himself a shotgun
Shot me right between the eyes
Since the bullets were removed
My life just hasn’t been the same
No, I don’t sit around and sob
It’s not like that at all
But I can still feel the bleeding wounds under my skin
That will never go away
Cupid bought himself a shotgun
Shot me right between the eyes
Since the bullets were removed
My life just hasn’t been the same
12. This Time Of Year
Life turned you on then
Life turned on you
And struck you down well
Now you know that there is
No sentiment untainted by paradox
You wonder how and
Just what went wrong
A bright summer day you
Drowned in the rain, yeah
No sentiment untainted by paradox
Beauty is a cover up and hell is cold as ice
This time of year the kids are killers
And the psychos are the engines in this hellbound train
No sentiment untainted by paradox
No innocence untouched by hate
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