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| Max Q Max Q Buckethead Sometimes you feel like hell And your whole world is hell as well Sometimes you feel just like All you can do is sleep There's an eyeball on your shoulder And Lord it's been there such a long time And you can't escape this feeling Though there's nothing there wrong There's a monitor where the mind once was An aircraft passes overhead Resounds like rain in the bucket of my head Bones just like guns Marching off to bore Some sizeable holes in this suit of skin Sometimes you feel like hell And your whole world is hell as well Sometimes you feel just like All you can do is sleep I know that sickness is here Come on and buy your own disease Cause we're the product of the product Can't turn but to rot There's a monitor where the mind once was An aircraft passes overhead Resounds like raain in the bucket of my head Bones just like guns Marching off go bore Some sizeable holes in this suit of skin |
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