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Creation Or A Stain Lyrics - Come To Where I'm From - Joseph Arthur

I got a god in my head 

Tells me that I'm crazy 

Got a god in my head 

Telling me I'm crazy 

An angry little god punching on my skull 

Another little god 

Tells me that I'm lazy 

A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all now 

And the smallest god up there 

Thinks that I'm the greatest 

Tells me no one else could be as good as me. 

I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey to consequences 

Little propagandist selling misery 

I build a cocoon I got to get away 

A shirt made out of wood and glue and crack and then some paint(????) 

No one see ya down there and no one's getting in 

I got a needle, a pack, a satchel, and a quart of country gin 

I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear 

Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody near 

No don't let anybody near (x4) 

And now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down 

The city birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around 

I have made myself a monster 

I have damned myself again 

I have eaten all my children, I have tightened up my skin 

I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory 

Consumed in all that's left, I'm my mother's misery 

I'm sucking on Satan's tit 

She's milking me her pussy 


I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go 

You know there's no place left to go (x4) 

So I drink until the pain is dry 

I know it never is 

Sometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the best 

Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt 

Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built 

And throwing out all the love you know I never felt 

Yeah, you know I never felt (x4) 

Let's make our tortured Romeo's 

Personal help can be unique 

You bring it on yourself 

Burn out when you might peak 

The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul 

If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control 

Your past is plagiarism 

your symbols have dried up 

Your corruption's as confused 

As old lovers that you dug 

Like some hidden toxic fume 

Your soul dissipates 

In the ozone of guilty acts with motive 

All the things you hate 

There's bodies dancing, crazed 

Sexual heat 

Crazy in an orgy 

The way starving people eat 

Regrets weight overwhelms, and tired bodies fall 

Bankrupt from the beaten 

Let's split one more eight-ball 

Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding 

Tired eyes made of rust 

And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust 

No no there's no one you can trust(x4) 

Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-box 

I wouldn't know 

I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a rock 

We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations 

And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging 

Like prisoners in conceit 

We heard through the cracks 

I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back 

The windows all explode 

Outside the noise pollution booms 

Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms 

I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen 

Obsessed with tragic antics, down and out like Eric Clapton 

These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain 

The euphoria of dying 

Toxins wrestle in my brain 

We've all been leaders of corruption 

We've all been spiders on the wall 

Waiting for a hand to smash us or the doom of light to fall 

Is this guilt of just self-hatred 

Runnin' wild, uncontained 

Leaking from a broken soul 

Is this creation or a stain 

Is this creation or a stain... 


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