Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Savior?, artist - Slug
Date of issue: 02.08.1999
Song language: English
Savior? |
Sometimes I wonder if you’ll ever shut the hell up |
But you don’t quit, and you just don’t stop |
Sometimes I wanna hop on the 5 and ride circles around my city a couple times |
And pity my troubled life |
Sometimes I wake up like 'fuck the world!' |
And after I fuck my girl, I wanna curl up in the corner of my basement |
Waitin' for civilization to fold |
The pressure to pay that toll, no longer takes control |
So I can be a better dad, I can be better in bed |
I can be a better man, I can be better off dead |
I can a better son, boyfriend or employee |
But I better fix my head before I let that shit destroy me |
Yeah, you know me, that cat with no game, no gear |
Been in love as many times as I’ve been alive in years |
It ain’t my fears that’s riding me, nope |
It’s how I cope and construct, and how I act as if I don’t give a fuck |
But damn, if I stop and count the amount of fucks I’ve handed out |
All in the name of trying to find what it’s about |
I’d probably drown, gasp, cough, gurgle, found dead |
Stiff position as if I’m about to jump that hurdle |
So while you lose your hair, I’m losing a war |
You living thick off the pulp while I’m chewing the core |
And sometimes I reflect, sit and wish that I was ignorant |
Unaware of the poison so I could enjoy sipping it |
That’s why the only thing on my mind is everything |
So I blame my brain for trying to hold me down |
And when they finally wash it and hang it out to dry |
Make sure they know I spoke, make sure they know my sound |
(Eyedea): |
Dear primate relatives with extra-terrestrial intelligence |
I’ve gathered delicate information stating my spaceship’s developed a virus |
And I was thrown out of orbit past the moon |
And crashed here November 9th, 1981, Monday afternoon |
I’ve adapted to this twisted way of living |
But I always knew I wasn’t from this planet cuz I’m so damn different |
I’ve kicked it with kids that would’ve but couldn’t |
Kids that could’ve but wouldn’t |
Some took it, misunderstood, stood under it and overlooked it |
Love, hate, straight, crooked |
Bad, good, should, shouldn’t |
Plastic, metal or wooden |
It’s all a powdered water-based pudding |
This is a cry for help and I don’t give a fuck |
I’ve joined every alien cult on earth waiting for ya’ll to pick me up |
I’ve sipped the cup of reality, now my brain is dying |
I try and explain I’m not human, now my room is an insane asylum |
They blame the violence on children and try to forget they raised 'em |
Jerry Springer and Banned From TV is what they get paid from |
Man, I hate them homosapiens, they’re a little too complex |
Survival instincts are blocked for the biggest cock contest |
Man, please come get me, the shit’s sickening |
Man, I can’t stand it |
I wanna break the ozone and go home to my own planet |
This panic, I’m stranded, goddamnit I’m damaged, my sanity’s bandaged |
Ever since I landed I’ve been abandoned and planned to run |
I ran and managed to reach peace for a day or two |
But it’s probably government computer chips that make me think the way I do |
Hey, I knew my origin was beyond this galaxy, even as a baby |
I asked the ones who told to call parents and they said I was crazy |
I’ve been beat half to death by those designated to serve and protect |
I pay them taxes from my check so they break my neck |
Now take a sec and think what I did to deserve this |
I’m waiting for the mothership spacecraft |
To take me away from this purposeless earth shit |
It’s worthless |
I’m like a polar bear living in the equator |
Or an ice cube in the refrigerator |
I’m outta place and outer space is where I need to get ya’ll |
So when you come down, just remember I’m leaving with ya’ll |
Sincerely yours truly, Eyedea |
So if you’ve got a savior, please won’t you introduce? |
Cuz you muthafuckas behavior has got me broken loose |
(Sole): |
Oh, ya don’t like sand? |
I heard it tastes like dirt |
I do dirt, my girlfriend used to be a rock |
All the favorite words, they woulda been 'stop' if she could talk |
So I did, lovemaking, playing inside a mole hill |
Ever read the diary of the ego without a fate? |
Music without a place |
Man without a plate |
Metal plate in skull which means I’ll never get a chance to fly |
Wasn’t coordinated enough to get college grants for playing sports |
But I stole your girl |
She was lucky enough to get the goods by a smooth talkin', player hatin' |
On the class failin', shoplifting one man solar system |
I’m the sun to earth, super nova Novocain, no preservatives |
Don’t know exactly what life means |
But I know for damn well that she ain’t talkin' to me |
But I know everything I spend somehow will always end in negativity |
I can smoke all your imbecilic isms and idol ideologies |
For idiots who idolize ideals but never truly comprehend |
And feel experience experiments |
They said take breaths when you can |
I fill my pockets will small triangle remnants of static moments |
Pessimism appeals to Sole which stikes him as more likable |
Never know no equals, still my style becomes more biteable |
I forgot how to sleep, don’t remember being tired |
Which means heads think I’m sick until the day that I’m fired |
A wise man told me be a snake and let all people believe you’re a sheep |
Cuz all ya have is your pride, so in the end you’ll never sell me cheap |