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SOUNDGARDEN LYRICS
"Louder Than Live! At The Whisky" (1990 Live album)
1. Beyond the Wheel
2. Get on the Snake
3. Hunted Down
4. I Awake
5. Gun
6. Big Dumb Sex
7. Big Bottom
8. Earache My Eye
1. Beyond the Wheel
Far beyond the road
Between your house and home
There is a churning storm
Of hailing burning bones
Tiny baby cries
Little, tiny pawn
In the profit gain
Tiny baby grows
Mother, who's your man
Is he doing what he can
To make a proper home, home
By overturning other stones, stones
Father, mighty man
Loves his little boys, boys
Shows them how to kill
To save his precious stones, stones
Far beyond the wheel
It steers your life around
We're driving flesh and blood
Deep into the ground, ground
Far beyond the wheel
It steers your life around
We're driving flesh and blood
Deep into the ground, ground
2. Get on the Snake
Get on the snake
With a swarm of motor flies
Get on the snake
Under the Cola colored sky
Don't worry, everything's clean
Road worthy, hungry and mean
Get on the snake
Where the metal river bleeds
Get on the snake
Where you never will believe
Hey baby, what's your disease
My heart's bleeding
I'm dying to leave
Get on the snake
Where the water turns to steam
Get on the snake
With a suicide machine
Don't worry, everything's clean
Road worthy, hungry and mean
Hungry and mean...
Hungry and mean...
3. Hunted Down
They saw you today as you were leaving
Now they run to hunt you down
Dogs lead the chase and you are bleeding
They run to hunt you down
Your narrow escape
Has wiped the smile right from your face
Those starved dogs howling
Run to hunt you down
As they run, hunt you down
You smile as you look in the mirror
Tears have left your eyes
Your face has a different exterior
Permanent disguise
Your narrow escape
Has wiped the smile right from your face
Those starved dogs howling
Run to hunt you down
As they run, hunt you down right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
4. I Awake
Woke up depressed
I left for work
You have a good day
It's not your fault
I know it hurts
Remember, I love you, love you
Remember, I love you, love you
I love
Woke up depressed
I left for work
You have a good day
It's not my fault
I know it hurts
5. Gun
I got an idea of something we can do with a gun
Sink load and fire till the empire
Reaps what they've sown
Shoot shoot shoot till their minds are open
Shoot shoot till their eyes are closed
Push push push till we get some motion
Push push till the bombs explode
I got an idea
We can do it
All on our own
Nothing to worry
Regret must weigh a ton
Kick kick kick till the laws are broken
Kick kick till the boots are worn
Hit hit hit till the truth is spoken
Hit hit till the truth is born
I got an idea of something we can do with a gun
6. Big Dumb Sex
Don't you don't you want to thrill me
Don't you be afraid to tell me
Tell me if you think it's ugly
But now don't you want to touch it anyway
I've been looking for a reject
And you ain't had nothing like me yet
Don't you think it's time for motion
I can take what you've been pushin'
Hey I know what to do
I'm gonna fuck fuck fuck fuck you
Fuck you
Ya I know what to do
I'm gonna fuck fuck fuck fuck you
Fuck you I'm gonna
I'm the beast and you're the master
You're the meat of the matter
I'm no fool for discretion
When it's on the tip of my tongue
Don't you don't you want to thrill me
Don't you be afraid to tell me
Tell me if you think it's ugly
But now don't you want to touch it anyway
7. Big Bottom
The bigger the cushion
The sweeter the pushin'
That's what I said
The looser the waistband
The deeper the quicksand
Or so I have read
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
I saw her on Monday
'Twas my lucky bun day
You know what I mean
I love her each weekday
Each velvety cheekday
You know what I mean
My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights
Big game is waiting there inside her tights
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about mudflaps
My gal's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I like to sink her with my pink torpedo
Big bottom
Big bottom
Talk about bum cakes
My girl's got 'em
Big bottom, drive me out of my mind
How can I leave this behind?
8. Earache My Eye
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