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Tool
Tool


Информация
Откуда Los Angeles, California, U.S.
Жанры Alternative Metal
Art Rock
Progressive Metal
Progressive Rock
Годы 1990—н.в.
Лейблы Volcano Entertainment
См. также A Perfect Circle
Green Jellÿ
Puscifer
ZAUM
Сайт Website
Состав
Danny Carey
Justin Chancellor
Maynard James Keenan
Adam Jones
Бывшие участники
Paul D'Amour



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Текст песни "The Pot"



Who are you to wave your finger? You must have been out your head.
I hold deep in muddy waters, you practically raised the dead
Rob the grave to snow the cradle, then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox house of cards and glass, so don't go tossing your stones around.

You must have been high
You must have been high
You must have been…

Foot in mouth and head up ass, so whatcha talking 'bout?
Difficult to dance round this one, till you pull it out, boy.

You must have been so high
You must have been so high

Steal, borrow, reap and save your shady inference.
Kangaroo done, hung the juror with the innocent.

Now your withered seeds are chosen
And the golden images up in your eye.

When you pissed all over my black kettle, you must have been high, high.
You must have been high, high.

Who are you to wave your finger? So full of it.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters, fucking hypocrite
Liar, lawyer, mirror show me, what's the difference?
Kangaroo done, hung the guilty with the innocent

Now your withered seeds are chosen
And the golden images up in your…
High, high.

When you pissed all over my black kettle, you must have been…

So who are you to wave your finger? Who are you to wave your fatty fingers at
me?
You are clearly out of your mind.

Leaving things out in the ground, trapped without a reason, leaving things out
in the ground…

Liar, lawyer, mirror, foil, what's the difference?
Kangaroo, beast, don't needs guilt in every government.

Now your withered seeds are chosen
And the golden images up in your eye, eye.

When you pissed all over my black kettle, you must have been high, high, high,
high.
Eyeballs deep in muddy waters. Eyeballs deep in muddy waters.
Catch up with lies.
You must happen.
Hurts on mine.

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