Welcome to the Fold Lyrics
Band | |
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Album | Title of Record(1999) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Alternative Metal, Alternative Rock, Post-Grunge |
Labels | Reprise Records |
Album rating : 80 / 100
Votes : 1
Votes : 1
2. Welcome to the Fold (7:41)
You take my money
You think you're great
You think it's funny
And I hate your face
You got your Jesus
And I got my space
You got your reasons
And I got my case
Just gotta sit yourself down
To contemplate
You get yourself a nice cold beer
And drink yourself away
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You think you're precious
And I think you're shit
And I'd kill your father
To destroy his seed
Oh, nothing will ever
Destroy your greed
You just gotta sit yourself down
To contemplate
Get yourself a nice cold beer
And drink yourself away
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
Now when you break yourself down
Go to this place
You give yourself the reason
To get off your case
And when you break it down, yeah
See through this shit
You give yourself the reason
To live though this
Mama, give me my medicine
Mama, give me my medicine
Mama, give me my medicine
The one that makes me feel taller
Mama, give me my medicine
Mama, give me my medicine
One that makes me feel so tall
Tall, like a tall tree
Mama, give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree
Mama, give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree
Mama, give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree, yeah
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You think you're great
You think it's funny
And I hate your face
You got your Jesus
And I got my space
You got your reasons
And I got my case
Just gotta sit yourself down
To contemplate
You get yourself a nice cold beer
And drink yourself away
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You think you're precious
And I think you're shit
And I'd kill your father
To destroy his seed
Oh, nothing will ever
Destroy your greed
You just gotta sit yourself down
To contemplate
Get yourself a nice cold beer
And drink yourself away
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
Now when you break yourself down
Go to this place
You give yourself the reason
To get off your case
And when you break it down, yeah
See through this shit
You give yourself the reason
To live though this
Mama, give me my medicine
Mama, give me my medicine
Mama, give me my medicine
The one that makes me feel taller
Mama, give me my medicine
Mama, give me my medicine
One that makes me feel so tall
Tall, like a tall tree
Mama, give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree
Mama, give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree
Mama, give me my medicine
That makes me feel like a tall tree, yeah
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
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Title of Record - Lyrics
1. Sand Lyrics | ▶ 2. Welcome to the Fold Lyrics |
3. Captain Bligh Lyrics | 4. It's Gonna Kill Me Lyrics |
5. The Best Things Lyrics | 6. Take a Picture Lyrics |
7. Skinny Lyrics | 8. I Will Lead You Lyrics |
9. Cancer Lyrics | 10. I'm Not the Only One Lyrics |
11. Miss Blue Lyrics |
Title of Record - Album Credits
Members
- Richard Patrick : Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Programming
- Geno Lenardo : Guitars, Bass, Sitar, Mandolin, Programming
- Frank Cavanagh : Bass
- Steven Gillis : Drums
Additional musicians
- Eric Remschneider : Cello, Electric Cello
- Jim McGrath : Percussion
- Elliot Caine : Trumpet
- D'arcy Wretzky : Vocals on "Cancer"
Other staff
- Ben Grosse : Producer, Mixing Engineer
- Richard Patrick : Producer
- Geno Lenardo : Producer
- Rae DiLeo : Producer
- Bob Ludwig : Mastering Engineer