Create a Player - Nick Cobb

Spawn them out of selfishness On a drunken moonless night Add a pinch of hopelessness Just to get it right Fill their lives with disgust Be sure to crush their trust Belittle, terrorize, denigrate Let them know you are their fate They are your little playthings Beyond a shadow of a doubt You brought them into this world And you can take them right back out Be careful what you wish for 'Cause wishes do come true The monster you're creating Looks uncannily like you Foster an atmosphere Of instability and alienation Add a slice of fear To spice up your creation When you have them at your feet Don't be shy and just repeat: This hurts me more than it hurts you I only want what is best for you Be careful what you wish for 'Cause wishes do come true The monster you're creating Looks uncannily like you Neglect them, brutalize them Incorporate psychic numbing And then harm them some more Till their bodies and souls are sore Be careful what you wish for 'Cause wishes do come true The monster you're creating Looks uncannily like you It was you all along How did you get it wrong? Through and through The only monster here is you

I know you're a liar And that you do anything To spend a night with me Because you like what you see. I know that you're crazy! But not only for me... A hundred girls on your bill And most of them love you – still! But there is a game That you're aiming for. There is one more thing that you really want. You always want more! You want more of me! More of my energy, More of my sensuality, You want more of my body. You want more of me! More of my empathy, More of my sensitivity, More of my precious energy! Woh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! He is a player, player! Woh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! He is a player, player! I know you're a cheater And that you'd do anything To turn my head And to change what I said. But there is this game That you're aiming for... There is one more thing that you really want. You always want more! You want more of me! More of my energy, More of my sensuality, You want more of my body. You want more of me! More of my empathy, More of my sensitivity, More of my precious energy! Woh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! He is a player, player! Woh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! He is a player, player! You want more of me! More of my energy, More of my sensuality, You want more of my body. You want more of me! More of my empathy, More of my sensitivity, More of my precious energy! Woh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! He is a player, player! Woh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! He is a player, player!

Help me escape from this deserted sea Lord I think that the devil might be after me I don't want to waste my integrity I just a man livin' a one night stand, I tell you what you need Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Just a little taste, that's all I need Fruitful harvest in a wicked garden off a forbidden tree A simple scheme from judging fate Simple as it may be, it's more than I can take Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Guitar man, play me a tune I got one foot tappin' and nothing to lose I'm lose I don't what to be found The end for me could be comin' real soon I'd like a glass of tea mixed with a sassafras root and a bread of higher ground Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away Oh, black creek, take me to the place Wash my sins away, won't you wash my sins away

Well, I ought to be working in a coal mine Neck deep in black lung soot Swinging a pick at that mountain side Halfway to China, I think I would Fit right in where the sun don't shine She's better off alone Yeah, I ought to be working in a coal mine Lord knows I'm good at digging holes Well, I ought to be drilling for that black gold Swimming in that Texas tea I could make a killing all on my own Selling my misfortune to a family 'Cause when I hit rock bottom The deeper down I go Yeah, I ought to be drilling for that black gold Lord knows I'm good at digging holes Well, I ought to be working for the railroads Sweat pouring off my back Hauling away a heavy load It's a far cry from heaven down a cold steel track And I can't take her with me She's better off without Yeah, I ought to be working for the railroads Lord knows I'm good at leaving town When it comes to love I ain't got a clue What this heart of mine is supposed to do It tears me up inside what I put her through Still she won't let go Well, I ought to make my living in a graveyard Over my head in dirt If I had a shovel I'd bury this heart Six feet down and my last words would be: "I never meant to hurt you "I'm better off a ghost" Yeah, I ought to make my living in a graveyard Lord knows I'm good at digging holes Oh, I ought to make my living in a graveyard Lord knows I'm good at digging holes