Tekster:
Helmet Unsung The Best Of Helmet 1991 1997

It's no bad mood It's a look you thought might kill but You knew better Wake up cold Do you know you're not dead Make the same mistake You've lost your

Confront the daily setbacks All the lows and highs With anesthetic means I'm fit to socialize I'm driving nowhere fast Accelerate to pass Now I've got

Wafer thin, the waif is in She's chlorine, clean and portion fed Feed the dog, slop the hog Shine the baptist and debark the log It's all right I know

I'm not so good realizing Who I can or cannot trust It's best to keep what matters vague With harmless lies I can adjust I get a D for disappointment

I'm paralyzed Just listening to you Now I am receptive I know you sleep So sound every night And you are deceptive It always feels good to be right

Affected by what you had lost They're not the habits you'd protect At any cost You blur the details of your hand Anything your barren conscience Can'

as much as I hate me What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best for me? What's the best for me? She doesn't see me, I don't care

You heard about, "Be your own man" You talk a lot and loud Illustrate the obvious boy You're mentally endowed Watershed year comes You flush with fever

When it's time to leave this place I'll follow what comes easy Elude the human race Discover what still feeds me And if my interest is Waning I can't