Karaoké Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart Stone Temple Pilots

Don't cut out my paper heart

I ain't dying anyway

Take a look at Eiffel towers never trust them dirty liars

Sipping lemon yellow booze old lead-belly sings the blues

All dressed up on wedding day keep on tripping anyway

I am, I am

I said I'm not myself

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

Fake the heat and scratch the itch skinned-up knees and salty lips

I'll breathe your life

Vicks vapor life and when you binge

I purge alike

Let go, it's harder holding on one more trip and I'll be gone

So keep your head up keep it on just a whisper, I'll be gone

Take a breath and make it big it's the last you'll ever get

You'll break your neck with diamond noose it's the last you'll ever choose

I am, I am

I said I'm not myself

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

Hold me closer, closer let me go

Let me be just let me be

I am, I am

I said I'm not myself

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

I am, I am

I said I'm not myself

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

Hold me closer, closer let me go

Let me be just let me be

I am, I am

I said I'm not myself

But I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade