Anthrax - Inside Out 1999

Inside Out 1999

1.Inside Out
2.Snap/I'd Rather Be Sleeping
3.Phantom Lord
4.The Bends

1. Inside Out

I thought I knew what provocation was
I thought I knew what provocation was
I've eaten from the insane root that imprisons reason

It's in my stomach like fire, like cancer
Like a knife I've been gunshot
I gotta let it go
I gotta let it go
I gotta let it go
I gotta let it go, yeah

Goddamn, nowhere place to be
Dying deep inside of me
Always standing on the inside looking out
Can't break a heart so strong with pride
It's more than just being alive
I broke the rule with you, I'm out

My only antidote to mental suffering
Is physical pain
I've eaten from the insane root that imprisons reason
I've eaten from the insane root that imprisons reason

It's in my stomach like fire
It's in my stomach like cancer
It's in my stomach like a knife
I've been gunshot
I gotta let it go
I gotta let it go
I gotta let it go
I gotta let it go, yeah
It's in my stomach like fire
It's in my stomach like cancer
It's in my stomach like a knife
I've been gunshot

2. Snap/I'd Rather Be Sleeping
(Written by Brecht)
Originally performed by D.R.I.

No, there are no easy answers
To sum up the problems which we face
History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes
Just don't expect to make sense
Out of what you see
For I can tell you now that
Knowing is believing

So if you open your mind you might understand
You're the victim of a big time government scam
And though you may not be inclined to believe
The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive
You live in your little dream world
You're much too cool to care
I really have to warn you
I think it's only fair

They await the final hour
As happy as they are sick
Laughing so hysterically
At all those who they've tricked

Who an I to tell you who to believe in
When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving?
How can I say to you, "You be free"
That would never bring about mass anarchy
Now, would it?

From sun up to sun down
Decisions make my head spin round
Make me drunk, sick and tired
Keep me up 'til I retire
And while I could be out barhopping
Meat market, rocker chick shopping
Out there, chasing my dick
In it's never ending search for chicks

But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool

In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool

No more waking hassles
Weary of the daily battles
So on my bed, I lay curled
No more waking hassles
Weary of the daily battles
So on my bed, I lay curled
A "could be" man of the world

But, I'd rather be sleeping
In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool

In my bed, crashed out
A slice of death, wrapped up
All in wool, passed out
Drunk, you stupid fool

3. Phantom Lord
(Originally performed by Metallica)

Sound is ripping through your ears
The deafening sound of metal nears
Your bodies waiting for his whips
The taste of leather on your lips

Hear the cry of War
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
to control the land
Crushing metal strikes
on this frightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the Phantom Lord

Victims falling under chains
You hear them crying death pains
The fists of terrors breaking through
Now there's nothing you can do

Hear the cry of War
Louder than before
With his sword in ha o
to control the land
Crushing metal strikes
on this frightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the Phantom Lord

The leather armies have prevailed
The Phantom Lord has never failed
Smoke is lifting from the ground
The rising volume metal sound

Hear the cry of War
Louder than before
With his sword in hand
to control the land
Crushing metal strikes
on this frightening night
Fall onto your knees
For the Phantom Lord

Fall to your knees
and bow to the Phantom Lord

4. The Bends
(originally by Radiohead (C. Greenwood, J. Greenwood, E. O'Brian, P. Selway, T. Yorke)

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Falling asleep beside the window pane
My blood will thicken

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?

My baby's got the bends
Oh no
We don't have any real friends
No no no
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy I wish
I wish, I wish that something would happen

Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away
To blow me sky high

My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy I wish
I wish, I wish that something would happen

I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race Race race race race

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?

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