Screaming Life

Lyrics by chris cornell
Music by kim thayil

Little joe, run for the border
Leave your home
Go where the reptiles roam
On the side of the border that is your home


Little joe, eyes of your lover look back on you
As you run for cover
Though stick and fire and may break your bones
There's a light in the tunnel that leads you home


Little joe, just like your father
Your eyes will water, your guts will splatter
Though sticks and fire, sticks and fire
Won't break your bones, it is a lie


Little joe, run for the border
Leave your mother and father
Go to where the reptiles roam
They're waiting for you, little joe

Fopped last night and the night before
I had to fopp outside and then i went indoors
Fopped so hard i made the people warm
They stood back and gave me all the floor


I did the fopp, the fopp
They wouldn't let me stop
Yeah i was foppin' and rockin'
Had the house hoppin'


Foppin', the way it makes you go, everybody was
Foppin', everywhere you go, do all your
Shoppin', wiggle to the floor, everybody was foppin'


Fopp with me and i'll fopp with you
Foppin' is the brand new thing to do
Fopped so hard that i lost my shoe
I fopped so tough they had to make some room


Break your leg, don't you fopp your back
Do your thing, don't you give no slack
Shake your hips and then you turn around
Well first you fopp it up
And then you fopp it down


Fopp me right, don't you fopp me wrong
We'll be here foppin' all night long
I'm too short, baby, and you're too tall
But when we're foppin' that don't mean a thing at all


Foppin', the way it makes you go, everybody was
Foppin', everywhere you go, do all your
Shoppin', wiggle to the floor,, everybody was foppin'

Lyrics by chris cornell
Music by kim thayil


They saw you yesterday as you were leaving
Now they run to hunt you down
Dogs lead the chase as you are bleeding
They run to hunt you down


Your narrow escape has wiped the smile from your face
Starved dogs howling, run to hunt you down


You smile as you look in the mirror
Tears have left your eyes
Your face has a different exterior
Permanent disguise


Your narrow escape has wiped the smile right from your face
Starved dogs howling, run to hunt you down

Lyrics by chris cornell
Music by kim thayil

Someone says my words are out of balance
Nothing to say
Dying words i bury everyday
Nothing to say


You've got nothing to say, nothing to say


Bog bad words spell it with four letters
Nothing to say
Oh my god, your words are out of balance
Nothing to say


Nothing but one thing
You've got nothing, nothing to say

The hand of god lays high above me
I'll be good if you really love me
Let me feel your mighty crunch
As you rub me out like water, fire, coal, etc


Let it be known today, if you've got two hands
You're supposed to pray
Fingers of fire, coal and lead
Fondly love me till i'm dead


The hand of god is thick and callous
Bruised and torn from stones and sticks
The hand of god has got a ring about the size of texas
Made of steel and rust, my fingers smear


Let me try on your hand, and see if it fits
Don't worry i won't touch anything unholy with it