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Weld in place
Tripped me; what, I knew it was a waste
Killed my drive
Burn the hand that buried me alive
Slowed my pulse
Drank my blood and joined the secret cult
Pulled the shades
Little badger wants a son like me
The engine is running
Frying shit is burning me
The engine is running
Smothered in gasoline
Hailed the smoke
Shut off the gas, I'd be nodding soon
Closed my eyes
When they broke the door, I was hypnotized
The engine is running
Frying shit is burning me
The engine is running
Smothered in gasoline
Weld in place
Tripped me; what, I knew it was a waste
Killed my drive
Burn the hand that buried me alive
Steamy breath we breathe
Noisy old machine
Tripped me; what, I knew it was a waste
Killed my drive
Burn the hand that buried me alive
Slowed my pulse
Drank my blood and joined the secret cult
Pulled the shades
Little badger wants a son like me
The engine is running
Frying shit is burning me
The engine is running
Smothered in gasoline
Hailed the smoke
Shut off the gas, I'd be nodding soon
Closed my eyes
When they broke the door, I was hypnotized
The engine is running
Frying shit is burning me
The engine is running
Smothered in gasoline
Weld in place
Tripped me; what, I knew it was a waste
Killed my drive
Burn the hand that buried me alive
Steamy breath we breathe
Noisy old machine
Lyrics submitted by gruntribe
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Here's the actual lyrics:
Weld in place
Tripped because I knew it was a waste
Kill my drive
Burn the hand that buried me alive
Slowed my pulse
Drank my blood and joined the secret cult
Pulled the shades
Lit a match and watched the sunlight fade
The engine is running
Friction is burning me
The engine is running
Smothered in gasoline
Held the smoke
Shut off the gas, I'll be nodding soon
Closed my eyes
When they both looked north, I was hypnotized
The engine is running
Friction is burning me
The engine is running
Smothered in gasoline
Weld in place
Tripped because I knew it was a waste
Kill my drive
Burn the hand that buried me alive
Steaming air we breathe
Noisy old machine
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This one's definately about drugs. . .mostly pot.
The narrator is bored, stressed, and uninspired. He's not sure if that is why he started getting stoned, but it's no longer relevant. Now that time has passed, and the machinery of life has gone on, it's just a fact.