Текст песни Six Six Six - Say Anything
                                                    I 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                God 
                                                but 
                                                I've 
                                                no 
                                                reason 
                                                to 
                                                follow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lost 
                                                my 
                                                virginity 
                                                to 
                                                myself, 
                                                I'm 
                                                just 
                                                sparks 
                                                and 
                                                meat.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                love, 
                                                but 
                                                I'm 
                                                gassy, 
                                                dank 
                                                and 
                                                hollow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                drink, 
                                                smoke, 
                                                die 
                                                young, 
                                                be 
                                                reborn 
                                                and 
                                                repeat.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                belong 
                                                in 
                                                jail, 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                lied 
                                                my 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                heaven, 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                wife 
                                                who 
                                                hasn't 
                                                learned 
                                                that 
                                                I'm 
                                                Satan 
                                                yet.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                burn 
                                                my 
                                                art, 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                carve 
                                                one 
                                                twee 
                                                and 
                                                modern, 
                                                but 
                                                I'll 
                                                just 
                                                serenade 
                                                the 
                                                chemicals. 
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                cure 
                                                that's 
                                                hardly 
                                                medical.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Six, 
                                                six, 
                                                six, 
                                                    I 
                                                need 
                                                    a 
                                                fix.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                better, 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                bit 
                                                sick.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                    a 
                                                grudge 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                burden.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                    a 
                                                tongue 
                                                and 
                                                an 
                                                organ.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bang, 
                                                bang, 
                                                bang, 
                                                    I 
                                                hit 
                                                and 
                                                ran, 
                                                left 
                                                my 
                                                inner 
                                                child 
                                                dead 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                drain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                the 
                                                fire 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                hunger. 
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                the 
                                                name 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                number: 
                                                six, 
                                                six, 
                                                six.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unimpressed 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                symmetry 
                                                of 
                                                death.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drown 
                                                in 
                                                butter 
                                                'til 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                hope 
                                                left.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                alright.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                worthy 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                wandering 
                                                eye?
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                strung 
                                                out, 
                                                overweight 
                                                Jewish 
                                                guy.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                Lord, 
                                                help 
                                                me.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Six, 
                                                six, 
                                                six, 
                                                    I 
                                                need 
                                                    a 
                                                fix.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Never 
                                                better, 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                bit 
                                                sick.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                    a 
                                                grudge 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                burden.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                    a 
                                                tongue 
                                                and 
                                                an 
                                                organ.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bang, 
                                                bang, 
                                                bang, 
                                                    I 
                                                hit 
                                                and 
                                                ran, 
                                                left 
                                                my 
                                                inner 
                                                child 
                                                dead 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                drain.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                the 
                                                fire 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                hunger. 
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                the 
                                                name 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                number: 
                                                six, 
                                                six, 
                                                six.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                don't 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                make, 
                                                me 
                                                come 
                                                down.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                trying 
                                                to 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                go, 
                                                and 
                                                opening 
                                                your 
                                                mouth.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                won't 
                                                win.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                will 
                                                bow 
                                                down.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                go, 
                                                no.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                go 
                                                now.
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                is 
                                                to 
                                                dethrone 
                                                God, 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                be 
                                                crucified
 
                                    
                                
                                                Crucified, 
                                                crucified.
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                    I 
                                                want! 
                                                All 
                                                    I 
                                                want! 
                                                All 
                                                    I 
                                                want! 
                                                All 
                                                    I 
                                                want!
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Lost My Touch
2 John McClane
3 Hebrews
4 My Greatest Fear Is Splendid
5 Boyd
6 A Look
7 Push
8 Nibble Nibble
9 Kall Me Kubrick
10 The Shape of Love to Come
11 Judas Decapitation
12 Hebrews
13 John McClane
14 Six Six Six
15 Six Six Six
16 Judas Decapitation (feat. Gareth Campesinos and Kim Campesinos)
17 Kall Me Kubrick
18 My Greatest Fear Is Splendid
19 Push
20 The Shape of Love to Come
21 Boyd
22 A Look
23 Lost My Touch
24 Nibble Nibble
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