Soundgarden Tribute EP

Hands All Over

Hands all over the Eastern border
You know what I think we're falling from composure
Hands all over Western culture
Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures
Got my arms around my baby brother put your hands away
You are gonna kill your mother, kill your mother and I love her

Hands all over the coastal waters
The crew men thank her then lay down their oily blanket
Hands all over the inland forest
In a striking motion trees fall down like dying soldiers
Got my arms around my baby brother put your hands away
You are gonna kill your mother, kill your mother and I love her

Hands all over the peasants daughter
She's our bride she'll never make it out alive
Hands all over words I utter
Change them into what you want to like balls of clay
Put your hands away put your hands away
You are gonna kill your mother, kill your mother and I love her

Rusty Cage

You wired me awake and hit me with a hand of broken nails
You tied my lead and pulled my chain to watch my blood begin to boil
But I'm gonna break I'm gonna break my I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
Too cold to start a fire I'm burning diesel burning dinosaur bones
I'll take the river down to still water and ride a pack of dogs
I'm gonna break I'm gonna break my I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run

Hits like a Phillips head into my brain it's gonna be too dark to sleep again
Cutting my teeth on bars and rusty chains I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run
When the forest burns along the road like God's eyes in my headlights
When the dogs are looking for their bones and it's raining ice-picks on your steel shawl
I'm gonna break I'm gonna break my I'm gonna break my rusty cage and run

Jesus Christ Pose

And you stare at me in your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out like you've been carrying a load
And you swear to me you don't want to be my slave
But you're staring at me like I need to be saved
In your Jesus Christ pose in your Jesus Christ pose

Arms held out in your Jesus Christ pose
Thorns and shroud like it's the coming of the Lord
And I swear to you that I would never feed you pain
But you're staring at me like I'm driving the nails
In your Jesus Christ pose in your Jesus Christ pose

And you stare at me in your Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out like it's the coming of the Lord
And would it pay you more to walk on water than to wear a crown of thorns
It wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich than to bury you poor
In your Jesus Christ pose in your Jesus Christ pose

Searching With My Good Eye Closed

Painted blue across my eyes and tie the linen on and I'm on my way

Looking for the paradigm so I can pass it off is it on my side is it to the sky

Looking to the sky and down searching for a ground with my good eye closed

If I took you for a ride would you take it wrong or would you make it right

Looking for a pedestal that I can put you on and be on my way is it to the sky

Looking to the sky and down searching for a ground with my good eye closed

Stop you're trying to bruise my mind I can do it on my own

Stop you're trying to kill my time it's been my death since I was born

I don't remember half the time uf I'm hiding or I'm lost but I'm on my way

Is it to the sky is it to the sky  is it to the sky but I'm on my way

Black Rain

If I could hug my love, could I try for your wings to cover me and let them fold

Half alive I heard the most brilliant lie

Sleepless eyes, close the light and rest your mind while you burn

Can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes

By cutting out your tongue you save face

Feeding on the blood lets running from a big day

Cry on black rain, cry on black rain cry on black rain

If I could hug my love could I try for your wings to cover me unless I fall

Sleepless eyes, close the light and rest your mind while you burn

You can't stutter when you're talking with your eyes

By cutting out your tongue you save face

Feeding on the blood lets running from a big day

Cry on black rain, Cry on black rain cry on black rain

Birth Ritual

Lying like needles on forest earth

Euphoric rush trees bend to pray for us

I am sputtering like cold machines

Late for the birth ritual

You can drive my tail to watch the circus

A birth ritual a birth of idiots

Now I woke up blessed and good strives for heartache

Marked for the death ritual

As you start the song and face this garden

I light a cigarette before the execution

And now you see your crime for every miracle

Add another drug at every birth ritual

Shining like Child's eyes

Mark his size bright until the newness wears off

I took the drug to make me stay

And now everything dies in shyness

The snake retreats admits defeat

And waits for the birth ritual