Come to me

Come unto me

All ye that labor

You that are heavy laden

Cos everything hurts







And everything hurts







I've been pursuing the fuel too long

Got a big fat pain in my chest bone

Got an empty pocket book

Got a big fat momma in my cheque-book

And everything hurts

And everything hurts

I got the disease tinnitus

I'm speakin' like I've got Tourrette's

And everything hurts X3

I'm born X 2







I'm dressed like a road beacon

On my way to Valhalla breakfast

And everything hurts

Can't you see the bitches by my side

Followin' me through all my life

And everything hurts

I was born X 3

Come to me all ye that labor and are heavy laden

My head dip dip dip dipping, man

All my limbs are disconnected

And everything hurts X3







I've been pursuing the fuel too long

Got a big fat pain in my chest bone

And everything hurts X2

Everything hurts

[...] man

Cos everything hurts

I got a big fat [slug] on my knee bone

And the back of my [...], zipped up

And everything hurts X2