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A Wilhelm Scream – Walkin' With Michael Douglas lyrics
Send a priest to save my soul. Forget it
Send a doctor, take my pulse. Forget it
Feelin' it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Now I'm waking to pains and shaking
My guts are rotting out, I'm slurring my speeches
For fun and forget you now
Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth
I apologize for these transgressions
Wish I could say that I learned my lesson
But the bottle, she's calling
To this sickness that lives with me
All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven
Silenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven
Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Regarding my wishes, washed me clean
Ring me out over and over again
Just promise to save my place in your disgrace
A riot can start with fuck all abounds
A measure of apathy so proud
A promising son or a drunken sound
Is the distance between you and I so far?
So long to vitriol, the fuck you's the chain and ball
Forget it. Forget it
Forget it. Forget it
Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
A riot can start with fuck all abounds
A measure of apathy so proud
A promising son or a drunken sound
Is the distance between you and I so far?
Send a doctor, take my pulse. Forget it
Feelin' it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Now I'm waking to pains and shaking
My guts are rotting out, I'm slurring my speeches
For fun and forget you now
Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth
I apologize for these transgressions
Wish I could say that I learned my lesson
But the bottle, she's calling
To this sickness that lives with me
All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven
Silenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven
Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Regarding my wishes, washed me clean
Ring me out over and over again
Just promise to save my place in your disgrace
A riot can start with fuck all abounds
A measure of apathy so proud
A promising son or a drunken sound
Is the distance between you and I so far?
So long to vitriol, the fuck you's the chain and ball
Forget it. Forget it
Forget it. Forget it
Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic
Redemption
A riot can start with fuck all abounds
A measure of apathy so proud
A promising son or a drunken sound
Is the distance between you and I so far?
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