Everything Hurtz

(álbum: Code: Selfish - 1992)

Come to me
Come unto me
All ye that labor
You that are heavy laden
Cos everything hurts

And everything hurts

I've been pursuing the fuel too long
Got a big fat pain in my chest bone
Got an empty pocket book
Got a big fat momma in my cheque-book
And everything hurts
And everything hurts
I got the disease tinnitus
I'm speaking like I've got Tourrette's
And everything hurts
And everything hurts
And everything hurts
I'm born
I'm born

I'm dressed like a road beacon
On my way to Valhalla breakfast
And everything hurts
Can't you see the bitches by my side
Following me through all my life
And everything hurts
I was born
I was born
I was born
Come to me all ye that labor and are heavy laden
My head dip dip dip dipping, man
All my limbs are disconnected
And everything hurts
And everything hurts
And everything hurts

I've been pursuing the fuel too long
Got a big fat pain in my chest bone
And everything hurts
And everything hurts
Everything hurts
[?] man
Cos everything hurts
I got a big fat (slug) on my knee bone
And the back of my [?] zipped up
And everything hurts
And everything hurts