Posted on 04/20/2002 1:57:32 AM PDT by WDG55513
Oo, watch where you spit.
I'd advise you wait until it's over.
Uh, then you got hit, and you shoulda known better.
And we die young.
Faster we run.
Down, down, down you're rollin'.
Watch the blood float in the muddy sewer.
Uh, take another hit and bury your brother.
And we die young.
Faster we run.
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What a waste. Layne Staley, RIP.
At least he figured that out.
Care not for the men who wonder
straw that broke your back, you're under
cast all them aside who cares
empty eyes and dead end stares
dont you know that none are blind
to the lie, and you think I dont find
what you hide
what in gods name have you done?
stick your arm for some real fun
for the horse youve grown much fonder
than for me, that I dont ponder
as the hair of one who bit you
smiling bite your own self too
and I think that youre not blind
to the ones you left behind
I'll be here
what in gods name have you done?
stick your arm for some real fun
so be yearning all your life
twisting turning like a knife
now you know the reasons why
cant get high or you will die
or youll die
what in gods name have you done?
stick your arm for some real fun
so your sickness weighs a ton
and gods name is smack for some
Artist: Alice In Chains
Album: Dirt (1992)
Song: Rooster
Ain't Found A Way To
Kill Me Yet
Eyes Burn With Stinging
Sweat
Seems Every Path Leads Me To Nowhere
Wife And Kids And Household Pet
Army Green Was No Safe Bet
The Bullets Scream To Me From Somewhere
Here They Come To Snuff The Rooster
Yeah Here Come The Rooster
You Know He Ain't Gonna Die
Walkin' Tall Machine Gun Man
They Spit On Me In My Homeland
Gloria Sent Me Pictures
Of My Boy
Got My Pills 'Gainst
Mosquito Death
My Buddy's Breathin'
His Dyin' Breath
Oh God Please Won't You Help
Me Make It Through
Damn fool was 10 years younger than me...had the world by the tail once.
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Alice In Chains
"No Excuses"
Jar Of Flies
It's alright
There comes a time
Got no patience to search
For peace of mind
Layin' low
Want to take it slow
No more hiding or
Disguising truths I've sold
Everyday it's something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses, then I know
It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are bruised from
Breaking rocks all day
Drained and blue
I bleed for you
You think it's funny, well
You're drowning in it too
Yeah, it's fine
We'll walk down the line
Leave our rain, a cold
Trade for warm sunshine
You my friend
I will defend
And if we change, well I
Love you anyway
Perhaps his early, lonely death will convince the people he's influenced not to follow the same path he did.
I doubt those who are drawn to the drug scene will wise up. The deaths of Jimi, Janis, Jim Morrison, all far greater talents than Layne Stanley, didn't have much effect on curbing the appetite for narcotics. People will always choose to medicate rather than face their problems, sadly.
Did She Call My Name?
I Think It's Gonna Rain
When I Die
Was It Something I Said, Held Against Me?
Ain't No Life On The Run, Slowly Climbing
Caught In Ice So She Stares, Stares At Nothing
I Can Help Her But Won't, Now She Hates Me
She Won't Let Me Hide
She Don't Want Me To Cry
Will She Keep On The Ground, Trying To Ground Me
Slowly Forgive My Lie, Lying To Save Me
Could She Love Me Again, Or Will She Hate Me
Prob'ly Not, I Know Why, Can't Explain Me
Did She Call My Name?
I Think It's Gonna Rain
When I Die
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