Ultramega OK

Lyrics by chris cornell Music by kim thayil All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a queen, she was On borrowed self esteem She would do a dance A painful masquerade Spinning you into her web Along her vain parade In her uniform Studded br

Far beyond the road Between your house and home There is a churning storm Of hailing burning bones Tiny baby cries Little, tiny pawn In the profit gain Tiny baby grows Mother, who's your man Is he doing what he can To make a proper home, home By over

All your fears are lies All your fears are lies All your fears are lies All your fears are lies Clipless, falling, limping, crawling, biting, fighting Back from dying Endless ending And comprehending Nothing Of the scent she's sending Loosely buying