Wolf Totem (feat. Jacoby Shaddix) - The Hu & Alice In Chains

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile; oh! We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky Claude was running in and out, yeah Pulling kids out the ground When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty cold and bare But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside Making our music there With a few red lights and a few old beds We make a place to sweat No matter what we get out of this I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water Smoke, smoke, running down Fire in the sky Smoke, smoke, running down Fire! Fire in the sky

I picked you up where I put you down, so lost and found Another trip on the misery-go-round Still pictures of life that was, it's more than us We stood and watched but we never made a sound In silence, dead silence We can't come back from nowhere We can't come back from this Sworn apart Have we fallen so far From our stars? Tear them all down and walk away To wind up here alone Holding out, closing in Crawling as the end begins Only now you're too far away To find your way back home (Find your way back home) When did we start believing lies? So terrified A competition to be most victimized Tied down and twisted up, a broken trust No common thread left to stitch up this divide Still waiting, life fading We won't crawl back from nowhere We won't crawl back from this Sworn apart Have we fallen so far From our stars? Tear them all down and walk away To wind up here alone Holding out, closing in Crawling as the end begins Only now you're too far away To find your way back home Casting shadows, abstract lines We lay in wake and bide our time We stood and watched and never made a sound (Lie down, lie down, lie down, lie down, lie down, lie down, lie down) Sworn apart Have we fallen so far From our stars? Tear them all down and walk away To wind up here alone Holding out, closing in Crawling as the end begins Only now you're too far away To find your way back home To find your way back home

In the white room with black curtains near the station Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves You said no strings could secure you at the station Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows I walked into such a sad time at the station As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves At the party, she was kindness in the hard crowd Consolation for the old wound now forgotten Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd Lie in the dark where the shadows run I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines Wait in this place where the shadows run, shadows run, from themselves

In the wealthiest sections, a killer complexion is often a great alibi Valentino couture mixed with violence and gore Well, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy With my beauty routines and a fridge full of spleens Some might say it's extreme, but it's time to say goodbye So to hell with good intentions So to hell is where I'll go But the Devil makes exceptions For All-American psychos Patrick, where are you going? I'm just leaving But why? I have to return some videotapes You'll find no escape once you're captured on tape I'm aware it's a bit avant-garde (Not the f- face, you piece of bitch trash) Casually cleaving without ever grieving But wait, let me give you my card (that's bone!) There is no real me, just this dark entity That cannot be redeemed, so it's time to say goodbye So to hell with good intentions So to hell is where I'll go But the Devil makes exceptions For All-American psychos Hold my calls, I'll kill them all So to hell with good intentions For All-American psychos Do you like Ice Nine Kills? Not really Their early work was a little bit too "scene" for me But when "The Silver Scream" came out I think they really came into their own Commercially and artistically The whole album has a refined melodic sensibility That really makes it a cut above the rest Hey, Paul You've reached the law offices of Mitchell, Summerburg, and Donald Please leave a message Eric, hello, as my lawyer, you know I'm psychotic, but I've crossed the line I killed Drew, Chris and Mike, stabbed José with a knife But I don't think I'm gonna get away with it this time To hell with good intentions To hell is where I'll go But the Devil makes exceptions For All-American psychos Hold my calls, I'll kill them all So to hell with good intentions For All-American, American psychos This confession has meant nothing