Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart

作词 : Scott Weiland/Eric Kretz

作曲 : Scott Weiland/Eric Kretz

Don't cut out my paper heart

I ain't dying anyway

Take a look at Eiffel towers

Never trust them dirty liars

Sipping lemon yellow booze

Old lead-belly sings the blues

All dressed up on wedding day

Keep on tripping 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, deathbed 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 go,it's harder holding 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

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, deathbed motorcade

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

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, deathbed motorcade