A broken mirror and razor blade She's a politician Hot headed all the time She's a politician She doesn't misaccuse She doesn't misabuse She don't listen
Written by chris cornell Summer nights and long warm days Are stolen as the old moon falls My mirror shows another face Another place to hide it all
Yeah, on your breast I might lay my crowded head In your light I might bathe in cold burnt sweat In your mouth I might feel the serpent's kiss In you
Swings from somewhere you can't see She sits in the top of the greenest tree She sends out an aroma of undefined love Drifts on down in a mist from above
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
Fopped last night and the night before I had to fopp outside and then I went indoors Fopped so hard, I made the people warm They stood back and gave me
All your fears are lies All your fears are lies All your fears are lies All your fears are lies _______________________? [unknown line] Clipless, falling
Lyrics by chris cornell Music by kim thayil All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a queen, she was On borrowed self esteem She would do
Words by chris cornell Music by kim thayil Hands all over the eastern border You know what? I think we're falling From composure Hands all over western
Written by chris cornell 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
Lyrics by chris cornell Music by kim thayil Get on the snake With a swarm of motor flys Get on the snake Under the cola colored sky Don't worry, everything
Listen, hear, he is inside One who lives while others lie I close my eyes and walk a thousand years A thousand years that aren't mine It seems he's near
You wired me awake And hit me with a hand of broken nails You tied my lead and pulled my chain To watch my blood begin to boil But I'm gonna break, I
I got up feeling so down I got off being sold out I've kept the movie rolling But the story's getting old now I just looked in the mirror And things
Lying like needles on forest earth Euphoric rush trees bend to pray for us I'm sputtering like cold machines Late for the birth ritual, ritual, ritual
Every word I said is what I mean Every word I said is what I mean Everything I gave is what I need Virgin eyes and dirty looks On what I have and why
If this isn't what you see It doesn't make you blind Yea, if this doesn't make you feel It doesn't mean you've died Where the river's high Where the
Take, if you want a slice If you want a piece If it feels alright Break, if you like the sound If it gets you up If it turns you down Share, if it makes
