गीत :
Kurban

They had painted her face like a man's mistake Like a mental state, gang-banging A sad return to the eagle-shaped mirror I'm the kind of mannequin that

Hey, I'm your life I'm the one who takes you there Hey, I'm your life I'm the one who cares They, they betray I'm your only true friend now They, they

Patience runs out on the junkie The dark side hires another soul Did he steal his fate or earn it? Was he force fed, did he learn it? Whatever happened

[Hook] All these slimy, grimy women Earth until to make livin. Its so sad, its so sad, its so sad, its so saaaddd! All these slimy, grimy women World

I'm a simple city boy With simple country tastes Smoking woild-grown mari-jo-wana keeps that smile on my face Depending on my mood, mood.... Listening

You've been set up one too many times A perfect victim for the perfect crime You left yourself wide open to the pain So close your eyes now, you're out

I found out On a late night drive In my winter coat With my blood shot eyes My faith ain't been No friend to me And the way I sin Is hanging off of me

What will prove to be our big mistake Short sighted arrogance all for what sake Our families to ashes, our ambition to dust Our progeny in silence thinking

Alright, yeah, whoa If you want love, don't come to me I'll be the last to give you sympathy I've got my ways under the covers I'll be the last to be