“When I was studying philosophy my teacher told me that it’s okay to feel like the people you’re closest to aren’t alive anymore. Sometimes that is the best company to keep. It’s about the people that pondered the same questions as you did, and had the same sort of life mentality as you. I was upset and inspired by that premise.”
Gods & Monsters
In the land of Gods and Monsters,
I was an angel living in the garden of evil,
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed,
Shining like a fiery beacon.
You got that medicine I need,
Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly.
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly,
Me and God, we don’t get along,
So now I sing,
No one’s gonna take my soul away,
I’m living like Jim Morrison,
Headed towards a fucked up holiday,
Motel sprees, sprees and I’m singing,
“Fuck yeah, give it to me,”
“This is Heaven, what I truly want.”
It’s innocence lost,
Innocence lost.
In the land of Gods and Monsters,
I was an angel looking to get fucked hard.
Like a groupie incognito, posing as a real singer,
Life imitates art.
You got that medicine I need,
Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart, please,
I don’t really wanna know what’s good for me,
God’s dead, I said, “Baby, that’s alright with me.”
No one’s gonna take my soul away,
I’m living like Jim Morrison,
Headed towards a fucked up holiday,
Motel sprees, sprees and I’m singing,
“Fuck yeah, give it to me,”
“This is Heaven, what I truly want.”
It’s innocence lost,
Innocence lost.
When you talk, it’s like a movie,
And you’re making me crazy,
‘Cause life imitates art.
If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
You tell me, “Life isn’t that hard.”
No one’s gonna take my soul away,
I’m living like Jim Morrison,
Headed towards a fucked up holiday,
Motel sprees, sprees and I’m singing,
“Fuck yeah, give it to me,”
“This is Heaven, what I truly want.”
It’s innocence lost,
Innocence lost.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Elizabeth Grant / Tim Larcombe
Gods & Monsters lyrics © Emi Music Publishing Ltd, Leonard Street Songs Ltd
“I majored in metaphysics in college, that’s what I got my degree in. And the reason I chose that was because the Jesuits who were teaching that subject, they weren’t just theologians, they also had backgrounds in science. Obviously the quest for peace, the quest for knowledge of something bigger is… that’s the end game. That’s what I’m really interested in.”
Heroin
Topanga’s hot tonight, the city by the bay,
Has movie stars and liquor stores and soft decay.
The rumbling from distant shores sends me to sleep, but,
The facts of life can sometimes make it hard to dream.
Life rocked me like Mötley,
Grabbed me by the ribbons in my hair.
Life rocked me ultra-softly,
Like the heavy metal that you wear.
I’m flying to the moon again,
Dreaming about heroin,
How it gave you everything and took your life away.
I put you on an aeroplane,
Destined for a foreign land.
I hoped that you’d come back again,
And tell me everything’s okay.
Topanga’s hot today, Manson’s in the air,
And all my friends have gone, ’cause they still feel him here.
I want to leave, I’ll probably stay another year,
It’s hard to leave when absolutely nothing’s clear.
Life rocked me like Mötley,
Bad beginnin’ to my new year.
Life rocked me ultra-softly,
Like the heavy metal that you hear.
I’m flyin’ to the moon again,
Dreaming about heroin,
And how it gave you everything and took your life away.
I put you on the aeroplane,
Destined for a foreign land.
I thought that you’d come back again,
To tell me everything’s okay.
Winter in the city,
Something ’bout this weather made these kids go crazy,
(It’s hot!) Even for February,
Something ’bout this sun has made these kids get scary.
Ohh! Writing in blood on my walls and shit,
Like, ah, oh my God,
Jumping off from the walls into the docks and shit,
Oh, ho-ho-ho! I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it.
I’m flying to the moon again,
Dreaming about marzipan,
Taking all my medicine to take my thoughts away.
I’m getting on that aeroplane,
Leaving my old man again.
I hope that I come back one day,
To tell you that I really changed.
Something ’bout the city,
Don’t know what it is, it makes my head get crazy,
Ohh! Makes me feel like I can change,
Oh, ho-ho-ho! All of my evil ways and shit.
Ohh, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it.
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Elizabeth Grant / Richard W. Jr. Nowels
Heroin lyrics © R Rated Music, Universal Music Works