Texty:
Cantrell Jerry Degradation Trip

Alabama trailer park, they call home Boy standing at attention in the corner his own Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall By the way, Father, could you

Going down a last act scene Curtain call begin bowing Self-appointed abused king Hellbound, it's my belief Black eat white, cassette thrill Whatever

Caine, Caine What was your name? Damn glad to meet ya Never been to your place, but I know it Twitching embrace, show me the spider Try to disappear,

Give it a name, get it out of your home Out in your backwoods, a doghouse you own Give it a name like a howling blue hound Chasing your fears, man he'

Day break, wind is blowin' strong No escape, caught on a reef in the storm Castaway, lickin' his cracked lips sore Patient waits, hoping the rats reach

Should I live so long To see 'em dropping bombs Hope I have you near Check out what comes after here, what comes after here Generation turned a chemical