by Recoil on album Subhuman

(Instrumental)

by Recoil on album Subhuman

This is dead on the line... This is blood on the line...

by Recoil on album Subhuman

I'm gonna walk on up to heaven I'm sure you'll see me there Might be the last dead man to make it Hell yes, I know that I'll get there There I will be wearing clothes of fire But I'm sure you'll see

by Recoil on album Subhuman

Got 99 to life Stabbed a man with a butcher knife Ain't no way out in sight All this sufferin' serve me right Mornin' grub, gon' need me some But it's covered with spit and cum Nothin' but wat

by Recoil on album Subhuman

With your wild, call the pace Taste the tracks of the waste With your wild, with your sweet With your cold black-eyed teeth I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray Let it slide, let it slide Ignore me

by Recoil on album Subhuman

I can make a perfect picture from a voice Her serenity oozed into my ear It didn't take long for her to know me, and I knew it felt good "Pick me up and use me, pick me up and use me" She was saying,

by Recoil on album Subhuman

Did you ever wish that someone would come and save you? Did you ever wish that someone would come through for you? I’ve been waiting to receive my emancipation, but... Intruders just keep coming

by Garbage on album Subhuman

I can't use what I can't abuse And I can't stop when it comes to you You burned me out but I'm back at your door Like Joan of Arc coming back for more I nearly died I nearly died I nearly died I ca

by Garbage on album Subhuman

I would die for you, I would die for you I've been dying just to feel you by my side To know that you're mine I will cry for you, I will cry for you I will wash away your pain with all my tears And d

by Recoil on album subHuman

Backslider, Backslider, headin’ for hell Caught in a landslide, pure ‘caine trail Paleface, no trace, hidin’ from the man Starin’ at the mirror with a gun in your hand Backslider, Backslider,

by Recoil on album subHuman

Backslider, Backslider, headin’ for hell Caught in a landslide, pure ‘caine trail Paleface, no trace, hidin’ from the man Starin’ at the mirror with a gun in your hand Backslider, Backslider,

by Recoil on album subHuman

Backslider, Backslider, headin’ for hell Caught in a landslide, pure ‘caine trail Paleface, no trace, hidin’ from the man Starin’ at the mirror with a gun in your hand Backslider, Backslider,

by Recoil on album subHuman

Backslider, Backslider, headin’ for hell Caught in a landslide, pure ‘caine trail Paleface, no trace, hidin’ from the man Starin’ at the mirror with a gun in your hand Backslider, Backslider,

by Recoil on album SubHuman

Backslider, Backslider, headin’ for hell Caught in a landslide, pure ‘caine trail Paleface, no trace, hidin’ from the man Starin’ at the mirror with a gun in your hand Backslider, Backslider,

by Skid Row on album Subhuman Race

Slowly I heal the love that's found it's way Onto another path in times of change Crossing a bridge unknown Hoping our strength will hold Should they both let go then let me lay Let me lay Show me a

by Skid Row on album Subhuman Race

There are things we cannot see that hang Within her sight There are people we won't remember that Dance with her at night Eileen's calling me To sit awhile and talk to trees Eileen can't you see The

by Skid Row on album Subhuman Race

Give me a minute 'cause I'm wrapped in superstition Pour me a chemical to take away the edge Don't make up anything that's breaking all your fingers Just slap around a bit of what it takes to pledge

by Skid Row on album Subhuman Race

Sailing ships go through my mind Past wreckage on the way Glory seekers fall in line Getting closer Summer laugh, some will cry What will summer bring? Some will take her by the reins And ride the su

by Skid Row on album Subhuman Race

Caught the mother jack knifin' A little bit low lifin' Goin' twenty paces with the medicine man Runnin' from the girl in pigskin A little gun shy but shootin' Hidin' in the kitchen with his head in hi

by Skid Row on album Subhuman Race

Is there a problem? The laugh of the rich man Has got you crying poor Are you as heavy as hell in a handbag Or just a virgin whore? If the weight of the world is on your shoulders Then carry it for a