[00:55.08]That burning feeling
[00:55.50]Red liquids, clear liquids
[00:56.13]Blessed are the sick
[00:56.49]Children shiver in the river
[00:58.11]Where is our
[00:58.32]God now?Does he watch over all in
[01:03.27]El Segundo?
[01:06.39]He don't lie when he say under
[01:07.20]I'm wasting away
[01:18.30]I find time to pine
[01:18.69]When pining away my time
[01:25.44]Within sin
[01:25.71]With no redemption
[01:27.06]We will find our souls
[01:31.59]And the shells they're kept in
[01:33.42]All wasted away
[01:36.90]Blessed are the sick in me
[01:41.52]The prey, the thrill, the chill and we
[01:46.71]Are martyrs that crumble on time
[01:52.44]Predestination
[01:55.29]We'll stop upon dimes
[01:56.85]And he'd constructed us all in
[02:13.11]El Segundo
[02:13.38]As the shivering children pray
[02:17.82]Demons in, demons out
[02:18.45]Cry for dawn, gratis bored
[02:34.08]I'm the matador of the children's ward
[02:34.89]Beggars wed choosers
[02:35.34]Red sheets, bed sheets
[02:35.76]BoozersI'm the head fan
[02:36.30]Blessed be my bed pan
[03:19.59]It's a cold, having just been mugged feeling
[03:36.06]In the sun,
[03:49.80]I've got this for you
[03:57.18]It's under my finger nails
[04:06.63]I brought this for you
[04:09.45]It's typically
[04:09.87]SundayI'm digging a hole
[05:10.41]I'll shut out the world
[05:11.34]This is what its like to be alone
[05:12.57]This is what its like to be alone

That burning feeling
Red liquids, clear liquids
Blessed are the sick
Children shiver in the river
Where is our
God now?Does he watch over all in
El Segundo?
He don't lie when he say under
I'm wasting away
I find time to pine
When pining away my time
Within sin
With no redemption
We will find our souls
And the shells they're kept in
All wasted away
Blessed are the sick in me
The prey, the thrill, the chill and we
Are martyrs that crumble on time
Predestination
We'll stop upon dimes
And he'd constructed us all in
El Segundo
As the shivering children pray
Demons in, demons out
Cry for dawn, gratis bored
I'm the matador of the children's ward
Beggars wed choosers
Red sheets, bed sheets
BoozersI'm the head fan
Blessed be my bed pan
It's a cold, having just been mugged feeling
In the sun,
I've got this for you
It's under my finger nails
I brought this for you
It's typically
SundayI'm digging a hole
I'll shut out the world
This is what its like to be alone
This is what its like to be alone