Sometimes Songtext
Don't know where to start, or where it's gonna end
I been pullin' all nighters, wit dis creature in my head
He's makin' me worry a little more than I should
Bout the things that I never even thought I could
But I guess it comes with age, or that's what they say
I suppose it doesn't even matter anyway
You give what you can take, cause you never can tell
You might seem alright, and wake up in hell

As you're suckin' satan's dick, and becomin' his bitch
You sleep in broken glass, as you're beaten with a switch
And you're battered and bruised, like yesterdays news
While your family and friends all singin' the blues
All tattered and torn, and hanging on a leash
At your funeral, eating a pound of keesh
Prayin' and a hopin' that your eyes don't open
Just like they did, at the public showin'

Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes you gotta guess

Better guess what I'm sayin', and do it real soon
While you're still right here, sittin' in your room
And before you go to sleep, pray your soul to keep
Otherwise you might die, and to the lord above you weep
Cause when a man's done gone, a man's done gone
There ain't no right, and there ain't no wrong
Just a family above, and a body down below
Nothin' less to your name, and nothin' more to show

All tattered and torn, and hanging on a leash
At your funeral, eating a pound of keesh
Prayin' and a hopin' that your eyes don't open
Just like they did, at the public showin'

Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes you gotta guess
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes you gotta guess

Don't know where to start, or where it's gonna end
I been pullin' all nighters, wit dis creature in my head
He's makin' me worry a little more than I should
Bout the things that I never even thought I could
But I guess it comes with age, or that's what they say
I suppose it doesn't even matter anyway
You give what you can take, cause you never can tell
You might seem alright, and wake up in hell

As you're suckin' satan's dick, and becomin' his bitch
You sleep in broken glass, as you're beaten with a switch
And you're battered and bruised, like yesterdays news
While your family and friends all singin' the blues
All tattered and torn, and hanging on a leash
At your funeral, eating a pound of keesh
Prayin' and a hopin' that your eyes don't open
Just like they did, at the public showin'

Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes you gotta guess
Sometimes
Sometimes
Sometimes you gotta guess