Lyrics_pressure 1995

She lays on the table squirming
With doctors standing around.

With pressure like that
You'll need machines to pull it out.
To see the head
The whole family's been talking about.
Will it be catholic and everything we've dreamed about.

Nothing is working and nothing is sound.
In this or any town.

Who wears the pants, who's in command
Of a sinking ship
Where slaves are in demand.

With a home life like that you'll need
A wrecking ball to knock it down.
To bury the birthday parties
And the relatives dressed as clowns.
With a home life like that you'll need
a concussion to get it out.
Start the recovery early and thrash your head about.

Nothing is working and nothing is sound
In this or any town.

Horrible things and friends
You've known for half your life...

With an attitude like that, you'll need
imaginary friends
The kind who will ride through Hell
on your dream called "the end".
With an attitude like that, you'll need
A new improved shell
The kind that survives heat when you're
visiting Hell.

Nothing is working and nothing is sound
In this or any town.

Nothing is perfect and it's sucking you dry.

With a brain like that, you'll need
a van to haul it around.
Through the countryside, the mountains
and downtown.
With a brain like that, you'll need
a van to haul it around.
If you can make it float,
push it off to sea and do it now.

With a birthright like this, you'll need
a miracle to smooth things out.
The kind that makes you insane
So everythings alright.
With a birthright like this you'll need
And army to toe the line.
The kind that works for free and
has no concept of time.