Tekster:
Corrosion Of Conformity

My problems seem a world away Close the line and they'll all go away Close the line and listen Close your eyes to me And sell in my mind, my face Sell

Holier, much holier than you were before No more No more The wrath of God will serve you well as bodies fall Now your purpose, Jesus, flowing in your

Some wonder, some filter Some trip to pass the time Just ask him and he'll tell you Ain't nothing better than a desperate mind I'm in love with a widow

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Some wonder, some filter, some trip to pass the time Just ask him and he'll tell you ain't nothing better than a desparate mind I'm in love with a widow

My problems seem a world away Close the line and they'll all go away Close the line and listen Close your eyes to me And sell in my mind, my face Sell

Your number's come up Too bad you're fucked In the wrong place At the wrong time Minding your own business You put up no resistance Now you lay bleeding

Every lyric you dissect What the fuck do you expect We're just a fucking band Aren't we generally correct? Rebellion's not the clothes you wear Or the