no no synthehol gimmee the good stuff no no synthehol gimmee the good stuff gimmee the good stuff gimmee the good stuff I step into the cellar, slipping past the door I creep away from screaming, blood drying on the floor spinning round the planet into orbit spinning round the planet into orbit (I hide in secret places away from raging faces I stay quiet as the dead and all the war that’s said) off limits, no limits what a rush off limits, no limits what a rush [breakdown 1] I know a graven gentry, born and battle bred who stood with men his lesser yet lay in battle dead I’d tell ya how to bind it, that dripping gut of fear but then you’ll have to listen, for that, you’d have to hear gimmee the good stuff gimmee the good stuff no no synthehol gimmee the good stuff [build 2] And who might hear for chattering, that bullish pounded battering what makes us kneel when near spinning round the planet into orbit… good stuff (Can they find me, break and bind me keep me here forever, shall I sleep in the never?) Doom to reach for Fate to teach, this lesson never learned like fire, like light, one burned, one bright, and— gimmee the good stuff gimmee the good stuff off limits, no limits what a rush off limits, no limits what a rush [breakdown 2] never mind, o never mind, hell must yet be needed heeded or defeated, seen and from it turned away Then build your dream a little, stone by feet of clay and maybe you may see it, the ending of the day no no synthehol gimmee the good stuff no no synthehol gimmee the good stuff [build 3] step into the cellar, slipping past the door I creep away from screaming, blood drying on the floor And I look up to battle, that ceaseless raging rattle and think… think please, no more… gimmee the good stuff gimmee the good stuff spinning round the planet into orbit no no synthehol gimmee the good stuff off limits, no limits what a rush off limits, no limits what a rush gimmee the good stuff
