god smack þarký sözü

cantrell and staley

care not for the men who wonder
straw that broke your back, you´re under
cast all them aside who care
empty eyes and dead end stare

don´t you know that none are blind
to the lie, and you think i don´t find what you hide?

what in god´s name have you done?
stick your arm for some real fun

for the horse you´ve grown much fonder
than for me, that i don´t ponder
as the hair of one who bit you
smiling bite your own self, too

and i think that you´re not blind
to the ones you left behind
i´ll be here

what in god´s 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
can´t get high, or you will die
or you´ll die

what in god´s name have you done?
stick your arm for some real fun
so your sickness weighs a ton
and god´s name is smack for some