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For me music's a narcotic Beyond the healing power of antibiotics and hypnotics Watch me push my products To the prodigal tots Grow them up to methodical robots Proud parents applaud the work ethic Oblivious to symptoms and blind spots within them I wasn't born this way I grew to the man that stands before you today With the help of countless blind eyes that were happy to oblige Take your time with the interpretation Lest you lose the story's message in the translation Pay attention while I offer up the narration See I had a band, we wrote some songs, we got along famously But missing puzzle pieces made the puzzle wrong and incomplete As time went on the body count was a roll-call for the victims of routine So I jumped ship and inflated my passions and went to sea I always wrote but I couldn't sing Though every note danced in my brain Every moment, the words, they came Every moment became a day Every day became a stepping stone A guessing game I played alone I stumbled and I slipped and I tripped and I fell But oh well SongtexteAll my heroes carry guns Take this, and take this, and take this and run Don't stop, update everyone A basement full of idiots Hooked on the box, smoking pot They had a gift, they had a vision, they forgot But I remember like it's present tense That I've been trapped in ever since Experienced a metamorphosis of how I rock Another disillusioned son Another CD pressed and spun Another kid that wants to rap to solve his problems claiming therapy Claiming he's the one Claiming all sorts of unfounded stuff he's not Claiming a lot Claiming he's a prodigal tot So I shed my skin of an instrument That I was clinging to like it was my dick And broadened my horizons just a bit Birth of a b-boy I've been growing stronger ever since And if the story's not unfolding how you like it sell the disc Some think the faith has been replaced by an angry face Their mistake 'cause now I recreate Now I resurrect the pain of a blind date Who's on time and overweight And I see you ascending to greatness By redefining the word to match your little resume pages All my heroes carry guns Take this, and take this, and take this and run Don't stop, update everyone Was turned off to hip-hop at a young age by bullies and tough guys Who got their way by ganging up to terrorize Then came '92 and Rage taught me to say "Fuck you!" And once again I started rocking Everlast and Guru The band took a new shape with my man Jake We'd sit and write raps for hours after school while my guitar played And gently weeped a teardrop rain shower with lightning power We had our little hometown respect and everybody knew the repertoire Assuming we'd break large and go far But over time time started to weigh heavy on the mind And fill in the blanks with any cliché of the day, they all fit fine Long, long story short A long time went by and I lived my life, killed myself and died Truth is that didn't happen, I just remember it that way Because it's how I felt inside I was a prodigal tot Not different than a lot of kids at that spot Setting themselves up for the kill shot Difference is I survived the bullet Not by dodging it, but absorbing it and living through it If you don't want rehab to change you, then don't fucking do it All my heroes carry guns Take this, and take this, and take this and run Don't stop, update everyone Aus Songtexte Mania