Ministry
Album • 1999
Well I just shot a man to death I've got a bullet out of my head He fired back and I can't stop A final shot and a final breath Afraid to stop and afraid to check The smell of fear and the color red Had him with a 2 inch shell Well it's a brutal smell of death Saw my reflection in a spoon. I had it with my not approved excuse I've got a supermanic soul I've pulled the trigger in the record room I've put a stop to his loonytoons I've put him down in the record room These are for you Dead - break this These are for you Dead - break this Dead! These are for you Dead - break this These are for you Dead - break this
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Don't wanna hear your voice Don't really know if I have a choice Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget You're choking on the brain You're choking again Don't think we ever met Don't think you offered up a godgiven name Who did the talking, man the whip on the chain? You've got pleasure from the seconds of pain But then they get you with the burden of shame The true measure if the one that remains Don't wanna... Don't wanna be your pain Don't wanna be your pain baby Don't wanna be your pain Don't wanna be your pain baby Don't wanna be your pain I live in a concrete cell, No soul is dead until we create a ??? mind she ??? the exact time she ??? and take the young boy's lip she loves to see him crawl up the chamber wall ??? and with the eyes you covered like a ??? hovered ??? and when they scream no more she doesn't care for one more Won't let you kill me just yet Don't even care if there's a price on my head Don't wanna wind up in a blood? Don't wanna be your... Don't wanna be your chain Don't wanna be your chain baby Don't wanna be your chain I said, I don't ...don't... I don't wanna be your chain
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
I seem to find myself each time I run away Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ? Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine Same faces broken homes Those memories have fled All tears within me now are dormant or dead My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore Alright Eureka's Pile Now my saviour, or my whore There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me My life may ain't come to much Ignore my history Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel Ain't the way I see My Eureka Pile and me.
I need help I need help I don't know who I am no more I'm gonna get some help Help me Step! Step, step it up baby! Got a question for you: like, who, what, where, why? Are we even here? Or are we following alone like another lost Indian looking for his tribe? Oh dial the phone. We might as well find someone else. I like to apologize to all my wonderful fans For sticking by me through such troubled times I love all you so much I wish I could take you all to the Betty Ford Clinic Yeah Step! Step it up baby! We gotta sell instutions of recovery, We gotta kill distrubutions of the pills I take! Step! Step it up baby! I love all my fans Through these times of nakedness If I could I'd take any one of you with me Put you right underneath my pillow
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
The moat in my eyes never bring me no sleep They just strap me inside with the demons I keep Gotta leave me alone gotta let it be lone Tired of living, too tired to die Makes the sharks keep swimming when he don't know why Gotta get the lean fin Only thin that he wears Nursing me to the movie that he shows Nursing me to the bureau and the ? Nursing me can't you leave me alone? Nursing me in a nursing home Sleeping and working and an old man Come just to profit my feet with a broken old hose Stop riding those rails Stop setting those sails He likes boom boogie He's got an old trombone While he's laughing at the fires with a broken beat phone Got a troubled soul But he's not that cold I've been nursed ten years in a nursing home! Stinking on water i could use me food He needed big fat gravy on the wake of pot roast Got a fire inside It's gonna burn him alive Talking and struggle till the roof is blown Got a bed and three squares in a nursing home Gonna say bye-bye He's gonna walk on by
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
I love the silence I'm in. I think I dreamed this before Some lives seem so incomplete Some just keep coming back for more Where did the time go? I can't remember how it end Don't even know who I am A fading memory A fading image redrawn Can't wait for ever more Where did the time go? Remember things I never said I've seen the faces before I hope the future is dead The dead keep asking for more Where did the time go?
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
If the child slaughter then come later Wrapped up and returned after many years Crawled out from under uncouth layers To take a shell back and lip in, well, wouldn't you? Would the child answer full of anger Full of rage and blood lust spoken but never shown With a seeming riddle or a puzzle Neither the brutal nor the timid could have know Deep down inside too dark to see The sex demands a shot of something What violent other could there be? Here is the end Here is nothing Nothing After breathing in the beginning After beating through what wasn't there Death became the only answer, but not the cure The final act became the meaning, but no one cared Deep down inside too dark to see The sex demands a shot of something What violent other could there be? Here is the end Here is nothing Nothing, nothing Nothing, nothing Nothing
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
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