| And there’s no moral to the story
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| Read the lines in between
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| 'Cause that’s what happens
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| When you balance life on a triple beam
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| When you balance life on a triple beam
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| I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick
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| The violence in my life was a measuring stick
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| And there’s no moral to the story, read the lines in between
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| 'Cause that’s what happens
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| When you balance life on a triple beam
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| I used to dream about the end
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| And when it would come
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| Drug dealers die young at the end of a gun
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| Powders on the triple beam
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| Girls around my neck
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| No money?
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| Well… she could always pay with sex
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| Bikers tried to front me 30 grand worth of shit
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| Knew that if I took it, I’d never get out of this
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| What the fuck am I doing with amphetamines?
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| But that’s what happens when you balance life on a triple beam
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| When you balance life on a triple beam
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| My dealer trusted nobody
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| Make you take a test
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| See if you would rat him out or stab him in the chest
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| He’d make you suck the Glass-Dick, called it «dragon's breath»
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| Your heart would beat so fast
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| Before your eyes life flashed
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| Ain’t easy to make cash
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| Living off of meth
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| It’s a paranoid world
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| Violent and mean
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| But that’s what happens
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| When you balance life on a triple beam
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| Paranoid, the gun is loaded
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| Nose destroyed and mind corroded
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| Rival dealers want me broken
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| If I sleep, it’s with one eye open
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| They call it crank, speed, rosebud, methamphetamine
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| They call it crank, ice, bathtub, methamphetamine
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| At the AM/PM Shattuck and 51st
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| 1:30 in the morning, streets at their worst
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| My buddy started a fight, some dude by the pumps
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| These black girls strolled up to watch 'em take their lumps
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| Three cars rolled up, 15 dudes rolled out
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| «You fuckin' with our girls?»
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| (mouth runnin' like a spout)
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| I threw the first punch, nose broke on my rings
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| Now I’m fighting 4 dudes and my head’s starting to ring
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| Somebody screamed «Stop, he’s got a knife, run!»
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| Not everybody listened, all of us were drunk
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| As I turned my head I saw my friend’s knife blade
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| Murder in his eyes, the devil in his veins
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| He swung at the first, but then he missed
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| 2nd one got lucky, 3rd one took a hit
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| The 4th got caught this time he wasn’t missing
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| Teeth grit down, survival of the fittest
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| And he stabbed him, and he stabbed him
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| And he stabbed him again
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| Kill that motherfucker, let him never breathe again
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| And there’s no moral to the story
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| Read the lines in between
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| 'Cause that’s what happens
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| When you balance life on a triple beam |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Triple Beam, artist - Machine Head. Album song Catharsis, in the genre