Joseph Arthur - Creation or a stain

^EmI got a God in my head, tells me that I'm crazy ^EmGot a God in my head, says that I'm crazy ^GAn angry little God punching all my scars ^EmAnother little God, tells me that I'm lazy ^GA useless piece of shit with no ^Emlove to give at all now ^EmThe smallest God there, thinks that I'm the greatest ^GTells me no one else could be as good as me ^EmI listen to them all, I was a disc jockey of consequences ^GLittle propagandist selling misery ^EmI built the tune and I got to get away ^GAssure me that I wouldn't do exactly beats the pain ^EmNo one sees me down there and, no one's getting in ^GI got a needle pack of shackles, and a quart of country gin ^EmI drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear ^GIs the one tells me those other people, don't let an^Emybody near ^EmNo don't let ^Ganybody near ^GNo don't let ^Emanybody near ^EmNo don't let a^Gnybody near

^EmOh now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down ^GThe sea-birds are singing, my ^Emsoul's nowhere around ^EmI have made myself a mai-tai, I have damned myself again ^GI have eaten all my children, I've ^Emtightened up my skin I'm a walking crucifixion, ^GI'm a fucked-up memory ^GConsuming all that's left, of my mother's misery ^EmI'm sucking on Satan's tit, she's milking me her poison flow ^GI drink until I'm convinced there's no place ^Emleft to go ^GNo there's no place left to go ^EmOh no, no, no, there's no place left to go ^GNo, no, no, there's no place left to go ^EmNo, no, no, there's no place left to go

^EmNow I drink until the pain is dry, I know it never is ^GSometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the best ^EmUntil the morning after when I wake up with the guilt ^GOf burning down all the things my sacred hands have built ^EmAnd throwing out all the love you know I never felt ^GNow, you know I never felt ^EmYeah, yeah, yeah, you know I never felt ^GYeah, you know I never felt

^EmLet's make our torture grandiose, personal hell can be unique ^GYou bring it on yourself, burn out when you might peak ^EmThe Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul ^EmIf you control it it's no fun, and if it's ^Gfun you've lost control ^EmYour past is plagiarism, your symbols have dried up ^GYour corruption's as confused, as old lovers that you've dumped ^EmLike some hidden toxic fume, your soul dissipates ^GInto the ozone of guilty acts eroded, all the things you hate ^EmThere's bodies dancing crazed, sexual heat ^GPraise the inner orgy the way starving people eat ^EmRegret weight overwhelms, at times bodies fall ^GBankrupt from the beaten, let's split one more eight-ball ^EmBlue as beggars, beaten, bleeding, tired eyes made of rust ^GAnd we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust ^EmNo, there's no one you can trust ^GNo, no, there's no one you can trust ^EmNo, no, there's no one you can trust ^GNo, no, there's no one you can trust

^EmSome say the solution's locked in the sweat-box, I wouldn't know ^GI've never been there, I sold my keys to get a ride ^EmWe sing along to forgotten AM radio stations ^GAnd drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging ^EmLike prisoners in conceit, we hurry through the cracks ^GI know for sure don't trust no one who ^Emsays' they've got you back ^EmThe windows all explode, outside the noise pollution blooms ^GEveryone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms ^EmI've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen ^GObsessed with tragic endings sounding now like Eric Clapton ^EmThese are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain ^GThe euphoria of dying, toxins wrestle in my brain ^EmWe've all been leaders of corruption, we've all been spiders on the wall ^GWaiting for a hand to smash us, or the bloom of light to fall ^EmIs this guilt of just self-hatred, only wild uncontained ^GLeaking from a broken soul, is this creation or a ^Emstain ^EmIs this creation or a ^Gstain ^GIs this creation or a ^Emstain