Текст (слова) песни: Jimmies Chicken Shack - This Is Not Hell
If this is hell, well that`s fine with me All of the wonder presumably happily Eager to follow the fool that`s got into The head of me, we don`t have any doubt We`re out there making friends Unconsiously rolling through Meanings from pollings The answers are meaner sometimes Than the means to our ends So this is hell What else could it be Bask in glories of glorified stories Of a basket case who has just Broken himself from the weave We are not making sence Who really cares just how we feel Infantile ramblings of penniless gamblings A fist full of hands swinging clubs At our new baby zeal Yeah right You think this is hell Would you care to bet Capture the beauty of domestic duty The hampers are full and our Laundry`s perpetually wet Think about traveling south Find the right something You might have left Endless the road Wish your past to explode Actions remain base But intentions in treble clef Yeah right This is not hell This is purgatory Caught here in limbo I.Q. of a dim bulb How many gods does it take To screw in the likes of me You`d think one day that I might learn Stare in the light you cannot see I`ve opened my doors of perception And can`t get them shut Now I feel fucked for free Everyday, yeah I feel fucked for free Everyday, yeah I feel fucked for free Everyday, yeah we`re all fucked I left my brain inside of my other head You don`t impress me, don`t depress me Don`t supress me, just get undressed I left my brain inside of my other head The teachers test me, my father blessed me The pigs arrest me, I get upset I left my brain inside of my other head You don`t impress me, don`t depress me Don`t supress me, just undress me The teachers test me, my father blessed me The pigs arrest me, I get upset Boo hoo
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