Strapping Young Lad

Woke up screaming on the Wrong Side of the head!
Dreaming of demons who'd be better off... better of dead!
Now I know i'm accountable for the things i've said before!
But I just can't shut up (shut up...) get out (get out...) the door!
So lets sing volumes for the souls that arn't for sale.
Indeed lately there's been hell hounds on my trail.
Woke up screaming on the wrong side of the Zen!
So get up (get up...) say the word.
Say the word and i'll be gone!
Say the word and i'll be gone!
Say the word and i'll be gone forever and ever.... (get up... get out...)
Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall
Now the enemy plays for the whole fucking world.
Sooner of later the nights with the satyr
Will bring back the memory
Leaving you money and time.
Sweet locomotive with you as the motive
The beauty the agony mixes with honey and grime
Sly imitator the cats in the cradle the dogs in the stable will
Always remain on your mind.
Sooner of later it comes to the table reminding them all
That the memory always was mine.
Wake up running in the only way i can.
This type of dependency turns a boy into a man
Now i know i'm accountable
Now i know i'm responsible
No peace for you, little man!
Say the word and i'll be gone.
Say the word and i'll be gone.
Say the word and i'll be gone forever and ever...(get up... get out...)
Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall
(Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall)
Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall
Now the enemy plays for the whole fucking world