Trippin On A Hole In A Paperheart — текст песни (Stone Temple Pilots)

Don`t cut out my paper heart
I ain`t dying anyway
Take a look at eye full towers
Never trust them dirty liars
Sippin` lemon yellow booze
Ol` leadbelly sings the blues
All dressed up on wedding day
Keep on trippin` anyway

I am I am I said I`m not myself
But I`m not dead and I`m not for sale
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day death bed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch
Skinned up knees and salty lips
I`ll breathe your life, vicks vapor life
And when you binge I purge alike
Let`s go it`s harder going on
One more trip and I`ll be gone
So keep your head up, keep it on
Just a whisper I`ll be gone
Take a breath and make it big
It`s the last you`ll ever get
Break your neck with diamond noose
It`s the last you`ll ever choose

I am I am I said I`m not myself
But I`m not dead and I`m not for sale
Hold me closer, closer let me go
Let me be, just let me be