Текст пісні Walkin' With Michael Douglas - A Wilhelm Scream

Walkin' With Michael Douglas

Send a priest to save my soul. Forget it\nSend a doctor, take my pulse. Forget it\nFeelin' it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic\nRedemption\nNow I’m waking to pains and shaking\nMy guts are rotting out, I’m slurring my speeches\nFor fun and forget you now\nBaptismal pool of my sleeping mouth\nI apologize for these transgressions\nWish I could say that I learned my lesson\nBut the bottle, she’s calling\nTo this sickness that lives with me\nAll these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven\nSilenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven\nFeeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic\nRedemption\nRegarding my wishes, washed me clean\nRing me out over and over again\nJust promise to save my place in your disgrace\nA riot can start with fuck all abounds\nA measure of apathy so proud\nA promising son or a drunken sound\nIs the distance between you and I so far?\nSo long to vitriol, the fuck you’s the chain and ball\nForget it. Forget it\nForget it. Forget it\nFeeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic\nRedemption\nFeeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic\nRedemption\nA riot can start with fuck all abounds\nA measure of apathy so proud\nA promising son or a drunken sound\nIs the distance between you and I so far?