Lyrics Blister on My Soul - Scott Weiland

Born of a mom and dad
Whose yuppy dreams just kicked his ass
Always afraid to fly
Lower lower lower he'd go
Like Jonah, the monster that swallowed him whole
He'd fight, fight, fight
He fight the life of woe, he flies
He's neither yours, he is not mine

But he earned his wings where the angels die
Falling on the ground, getting up
Scraping his knees, losing things
Fighting everyone
Believing in is everything

Blister on your soul, fought with your heart of gold
Never bought the system
But you paid the price
And bought your wings so cheaply

Somedays papa
Friday strong
Kicked in the door
The cops came strong

Your heart is a heart of gold
Even though you stole from the studio (art show)

But the blister on your soul you had
You begged and borrowed
Sold your ass
Always went to mass

Arch angel bought his wings no cheaply
Falling on the ground, getting up
Scraping his knees, losing things
Fighting everyone
Believing in is everything

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Met a girly from
New York City, she was, uh... yeah...
Talk to me so pretty hey... hey

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Memphis bar room queen
She was so clean
Won't you touch me there
She said 'I don't care'
Took everything out of my back pocket

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C-c-c-c-c, come on
Losing everything in a rock song
Stand up for your life
Fight fight fight but you died died died