Stone Temple Pilots - Trippin on a Hole in a Paper Heart текст песни

Dont cut out my paper heart, I aint dyin anyway

Take a look at eye full towers

Never trust them dirty liars

Sippin lemon yellow booze `ole leadbelly sings the blues

All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin anyway

I am I am I said Im not myself, but Im not dead and Im not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch

Skinned up knees and salty lips

Ill breathe your life vicks vapor life

And when you binge I purge alike

Let go its harder holding on

One more trip and Ill be gone

So keep your head up

Keep it on, just a whisper Ill be gone

Take a breath and make it big

Its the last youll ever get

Break your neck with diamond noose

Its the last youll ever choose

I am I am I said Im not myself, but Im not dead and Im not for sale

Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be