Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
In the House of Ill Repute
Is
I don't know anything
I don't know anything
I don't know anything
I
For clear space and soundness of mind
I've let you play
Lifeless dead, that unclean bed
Till or when her hunger's fed
How
So much blood I'm starting to drown
Runs from cold to
My pain is self-chosen
At least, so The Prophet says
I could
Wake up young man, it's time to wake up
Your love
Do the laughs die when
One such as I run
And allow
Lyrics by Layne Staley
Music by Staley, McCready, Martin, Saunders
All
Well
I don't wanna be a soldier mama
I don't wanna die
Well
I
Music by Staley, McCready, Martin, Saunders
(Instrumental)
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