Status

Heatmiser song

Written By

Neil Gust

Recording Sessions

November 1995 - March 1996 (Heatmiser House, Portland, OR - Heatmiser - Mic City Sons)

Availability of Official Release

Mic City Sons

Lyrics

Dead stop on the curb
With eyes in back of my head
Curbside inside or out parking the breads
Got a sore throat 
Keeping it down
A sick desire been creeping around

Got a gallon of blood squeezing through my chest
And the closer I am to you the thicker it gets
A knife in the back and stuck in one place
With a pat on the back and a slap on the face

Keep trying to see from a better position
It’s no good
And it never really makes any difference
If it could

Sick of having to start all over again
Here comes a big insider, turn myself in
Thinking of ways to explain everything
This sick desire, don’t lead to a thing

Keep trying to see from a better position
It’s no good
And it never really makes any difference
If it could

(Here we go again!)

Sick of having my heart write all over my face
And the backseat driver is taking my place
Got me staring at you eyes dropped like lead
It’s a cruel reminder it’s all in my head

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