Lyrics Creation or a Stain - Joseph Arthur
I
got
a
god
in
my
head
Tells
me
that
I'm
crazy
Got
a
god
in
my
head
Telling
me
I'm
crazy
An
angry
little
god
punching
on
my
skull
Another
little
god
Tells
me
that
I'm
lazy
A
useless
piece
of
shit
with
no
love
to
give
at
all
now
And
the
smallest
god
up
there
Thinks
that
I'm
the
greatest
Tells
me
no
one
else
could
be
as
good
as
me.
I
listen
to
them
all,
I
was
a
disc
jockey
to
consequences
Little
propagandist
selling
misery
I
build
a
cocoon
I
got
to
get
away
A
shirt
made
out
of
wood
and
glue
and
crack
and
then
some
paint(?)
No
one
see
ya
down
there
and
no
one's
getting
in
I
got
a
needle,
a
pack,
a
satchel,
and
a
quart
of
country
gin
I
drink
and
shoot
and
smoke
until
the
only
voice
I
hear
Is
the
one
telling
me
those
other
people,
don't
let
anybody
near
No
don't
let
anybody
near
(x4)
And
now
the
telephone
is
ringing,
the
walls
are
falling
down
The
city
birds
are
singing,
my
soul's
nowhere
around
I
have
made
myself
a
monster
I
have
damned
myself
again
I
have
eaten
all
my
children,
I
have
tightened
up
my
skin
I'm
a
walking
crucifixion,
I'm
a
fucked-up
memory
Consumed
in
all
that's
left,
I'm
my
mother's
misery
I'm
sucking
on
Satan's
tit
She's
milking
me
her
pussy
Flower
I
drink
until
I'm
convinced
there's
no
place
left
to
go
You
know
there's
no
place
left
to
go
(x4)
So
I
drink
until
the
pain
is
dry
I
know
it
never
is
Sometimes
though,
I
guess
I
think
that
I'm
the
best
Until
the
morning
after
when
I
wake
up
with
the
guilt
Of
burning
down
all
the
things
my
sacred
hands
have
built
And
throwing
out
all
the
love
you
know
I
never
felt
Yeah,
you
know
I
never
felt
(x4)
Let's
make
our
tortured
Romeo's
Personal
help
can
be
unique
You
bring
it
on
yourself
Burn
out
when
you
might
peak
The
Holy
Ghost
is
exiled
from
your
heart
and
from
your
soul
If
you
control
it
it's
no
fun,
and
if
it's
fun
you've
lost
control
Your
past
is
plagiarism
Your
symbols
have
dried
up
Your
corruption's
as
confused
As
old
lovers
that
you
dug
Like
some
hidden
toxic
fume
Your
soul
dissipates
In
the
ozone
of
guilty
acts
with
motive
All
the
things
you
hate
There's
bodies
dancing,
crazed
Sexual
heat
Crazy
in
an
orgy
The
way
starving
people
eat
Regrets
weight
overwhelms,
and
tired
bodies
fall
Bankrupt
from
the
beaten
Let's
split
one
more
eight-ball
Blue
as
beggars,
beaten,
bleeding
Tired
eyes
made
of
rust
And
we
all
know
when
it
gets
like
this
there's
no
one
you
can
trust
No
no
there's
no
one
you
can
trust(x4)
Some
say
the
solution's
locked
in
the
sweat-box
I
wouldn't
know
I've
never
been
there,
I
sold
my
keys
to
get
a
rock
We
sing
along
to
forgotten
AM
radio
stations
And
drink
expensive
wine,
toast
the
friends
that
we
left
hanging
Like
prisoners
in
conceit
We
heard
through
the
cracks
I
know
for
sure
don't
trust
no
one
who
says'
they've
got
you
back
The
windows
all
explode
Outside
the
noise
pollution
booms
Everyone's
now
hidden
like
cockroaches
in
dark
rooms
I've
been
brought
back
from
the
dead
before,
so
anything
can
happen
Obsessed
with
tragic
antics,
down
and
out
like
Eric
Clapton
These
are
my
wild
years,
I'm
trying
to
enjoy
the
pain
The
euphoria
of
dying
Toxins
wrestle
in
my
brain
We've
all
been
leaders
of
corruption
We've
all
been
spiders
on
the
wall
Waiting
for
a
hand
to
smash
us
or
the
doom
of
light
to
fall
Is
this
guilt
of
just
self-hatred
Runnin'
wild,
uncontained
Leaking
from
a
broken
soul
Is
this
creation
or
a
stain
Is
this
creation
or
a
stain...
1 Exhausted
2 In the Sun
3 Ashes Everywhere
4 Chemical
5 History
6 Invisible Hands
7 Cockroach
8 Eyes on My Back
9 Tattoo
10 The Real You
11 Creation or a Stain
12 Speed of Light
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