ok it seems like a lot of people are noticing that these lyrics are different then the songs on the album. glad to see that there are fans that know the words. but these lyrics were the lyrics that serj e-mailed me before they even went into the studio. I know sugar is way off but that was what it was. I'm not gonna change my page because every other page has the current lyrics for the songs. if you want them go to their offical page if you want to know their older lyrics read on.
I HAD AN OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE, THE OTHER DAY, HER NAME WAS JESUS, AND FOR HER EVERYONE CRIED, EVERYONE CRIED, EVERYONE CRIED. TRY HER PHILOSOPHY, TRY HER PHILOSOPHY, TRY HER PHILOSOPHY, TRY. YOU DIE FOR HER PHILOSOPHY, DIE FOR HER PHILOSOPHY, DIE HER PHILOSPHY DIE. CROSSED AND TERRORED RAVAGES OF ARCHITECTURE, LEND ME THY BLADES, CROSSED AND TERRORED RAVAGES OF ARCHITECTURE, HOIST AROUND THE SPADE. TRY HER PHILOSOPHY, TRY HER PHILOSOPHY, TRY HER PHILOSOPHY, TRY. YOU DIE FOR HER PHILOSOPHY, DIE FOR HER PHILOSOPHY, DIE HER PHILOSPHY DIE. WAR.....WAR......WAR......WAR......LIE NAKED ON THE FLOOR AND LET THE MESSIAH GO THROUGH OUR SOULS, LIE NAKED ON THE FLOOR AND LET THE MESSIAH GO ALL THROUGH OUR SOULS, DIE, LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER, DIE, LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER, DIE, LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER, WHY, LIKE A MOTHER FUCKER, I WANT TO FUCK MY WAY TO THE GARDEN, CAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS A MOTHER! TRY HER PHILOSOPHY, TRY HER PHILOSOPHY, TRY HER PHILOSOPHY, TRY. YOU DIE FOR HER PHILOSOPHY, DIE FOR HER PHILOSOPHY, DIE HER PHILOSPHY DIE. THE FOLLOWING OF CHRIST, THE FOLLOWING OF CHRIST, THE FOLLOWING OF CHRIST, THE FOLLOWING OF CHRIST, THE FALLING OF A CHRIST, THE FALLING OF A CHRIST.
THE KOMBUCHA MUSHROOM PEOPLE, SITTING AROUND ALL
DAY, I'M NOT REALLY THERE ALL THE TIME YOU KNOW. I GUESS SOME CAN CALL
IT INSANE, CALL IT INSANE. I PLAY RUSSIAN ROULETTE, ALL THE TIME, A MAN'S
SPORT, DAY AFTER DAY, WITH A BULLET CALLED LIFE, CALLED LIFE. AS SOON AS
I FIGURE OUT WHERE I'M GOING, WHERE I WANTED TO GO, WHERE I REALLY WANT
TO BE, I WAS ALREADY THERE, I'M THERE. THE KOMBUCHA MUSHROOM PEOPLE, SITTING
AROUND ALL DAY, WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU, WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU, LET YOUR MOTHER
PRAY. HEY, I BOUGHT A GUN THE OTHER DAY, YEAH IT'S CUTE, LIGHT, BLACK,
AND SMALL, CAN CARRY IT IN OUR POCKET, OUR POCKET. YEAH, MY GIRL, YOU KNOW,
SHE LASHES AT ME SOMETIMES, I JUST HIT HER, AND THEN SHE'S OK, SHE'S OK.
PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS CHASING ME DOWN, PUSHING MY FACE TO THE FLOOR, TO SUCK
OUT MY BRAINS, MY FUCKING BRAINS. THE KOMBUCHA MUSHROOM PEOPLE, SITTING
AROUND ALL DAY, WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU, WHO CAN BELIEVE YOU, JUST LET YOUR
MOTHER PRAY. I SIT, IN MY DESOLATE ROOM, NO LIGHTS, NO MUSIC,JUST ANGER,
I'VE KILLED EVERYONE, I'M AWAY FOREVER, I'M FEELING BETTER. HOW DO I FEEL,
WHAT DO I SAY, FUCK YOU IT ALL GOES AWAY, HOW DO I FEEL , WHAT DO I SAY,
IN THE END IT ALL GOES AWAY. IN THE END IT ALL GOES AWAY.
Look at each other, Look at each other..
Preflight delight,