Seven - Raise The Dead lyrics

Hey yo and that's the reason people own pets Unconditional love can mean no stress I'm so stressed And I'm not perfect I admit that I'm not perfect I'm just really good at making these decisions that ain't worth it Stuck in a bloodshot purgatory You heard the story I stopped working for d** when d** stopped working for me That ain't a monkey on my back it's a gorilla pimp As long as I got family around me still a wimp I'm a decorated soldier in a subatomic culture Only read my horoscope when it's good (when it's good) My nephew is autistic But he's such a precious person that I wouldn't make him normal if I could Misunderstood Surround myself with good friends everyday I smoke grape From the first August morning to the the last snow flake I'm a product of time something divine I went and drank a whole entire bottle of wine and I was fine Lets go! (Chorus) I'm alive cuz there's nothing else to do I drank a little whisky and I realized all the pain is cuz of you I'm alive cuz of all the words you said I buried all the painful memories but you you you had to raise the dead You had to raise the dead x3 It's the reason people do d** The energy they have is all used up I'm used up and I'm nervous I admit it f**ing nervous And it has got me telling family my phone's been out of service(right) Watch my blue carca** as it floats s** the venom out the puncture wound on my throat You better cut the cancer out my heart lover You're standing in the dark gutter dancing with the star f**ers I'm a decorated soldier in a p**n crazy culture Only read my horoscope when it's good The weather is getting treacherous and colder Held the planet till the pressure of it left me with a separated shoulder where I stood I'm a blacksmith of the therapeutic track list Blood stained wine gla**es Dilapidated wood The girl is someones daughter but if you ain't gonna love her Probably shouldn't bother even if you think you could (Chorus) Underneath my pores there's a man so gone Flatspot wheels like I can't roll on Rope burns hurt but God damn hold on Underneath my pores there's a man so gone Flatspot wheels like I can't roll on Rope burns hurt God damn hold on I'm gonna raise the dead Gonna raise the dead See I'm a decorated soldier in a subatomic culture Only read my horoscope when it's good (when it's good) My cousin is a lesbian but not a thing is wrong with her I want to make her happier But I don't think I could I hope for good news everyday is slow paced Let's have a BBQ and drinks tonight and stay at home base But if you're an alcoholic it's alright We're gonna toast a bottle full of Sprite to your quality of life (Chorus)