LOUDER THAN LOVE
BIG DUMB SEX
Written by Chris Cornell
Don’t you don’t you want to thrill me
Don’t you be afraid to tell me
Tell me if you think it’s ugly
But now don’t you want to touch it anyway
I’ve been looking for a reject
And you ain’t had nothing like me yet
Don’t you think it’s time for motion
I can take what you’ve been pushin’
Hey I know what to do
I’m gonna fuck fuck fuck fuck you
Fuck you
Ya I know what to do
I’m gonna fuck fuck fuck fuck you
Fuck you I’m gonna
I’m the beast and you’re the master
You’re the meat of the matter
I’m no fool for discretion
When it’s on the tip of my tongue
Don’t’ you don’t you want to thrill me
Don’t be afraid to tell me
Tell me if you think it’s ugly
But now don’t you want to touch it anyway
FULL ON KEVIN’S MOM
Written by Chris Cornell
You don’t get nothing for free
Kev & me were two of three
Three brothers to the end
The one went full on Kevin’s mom
Now things have changed
Full on Kev’s mom
Full on Kev’s mom
Full on Kev’s mom
Full on
You don’t get nothing for free
And this one took the long way
This one took the hard road
I ain’t saying who
But it wasn’t me
We were three
Kevin’s mom made four
(We don’t come around anymore)
GET ON THE SNAKE
Lyrics by Chris Cornell
Music by Kim Thayil
Get on the snake
With a swarm of motor flys
Get on the snake
Under the cola colored sky
Don’t worry, everything’s clean
Road worthy, hungry and mean
Get on the snake
Where the metal river bleeds
Get on the snake
Where you never will believe
Hey baby, what’s your disease
My hearts bleeding
I’m dying to leave
Get on the snake
Where the water turns to steam
Get on the snake
With a suicide machine
Don’t worry, everything’s clean
Road worthy, hungry and mean
Hungry and mean...
Hungry and mean...
GUN
Written by Chris Cornell
I got an idea of something we can do with a gun
Sink load and fire till the empire
Reaps what they’ve sown
Shoot shoot shoot till their minds are open
Shoot shoot shoot till their eyes are closed
Push push push till we get some motion
Push push push till the bombs explode
I got an idea
We can do it
All on our own
Nothing to worry
Regret must weigh a ton
Kick kick kick till the laws are broken
Kick kick kick till the boots are worn
Hit hit hit till the truth is spoken
Hit hit hit till the truth is born
I got an idea of something
We can do with a gun
HANDS ALL OVER
WORDS BY CHRIS CORNELL
MUSIC BY KIM THAYIL
HANDS ALL OVER THE EASTERN BORDER
YOU KNOW WHAT? I THINK WE’RE FALLING
FROM COMPOSURE
HANDS ALL OVER WESTERN CULTURE
RUFFLING FEATHERS AND TURNING EAGLES INTO VULTURES
GOT MY ARMS AROUND BABY BROTHER
PUT YOUR HANDS AWAY
YOUR GONNA KILL YOUR MOTHER, KILL YOUR MOTHER
AND I LOVE HER
HANDS ALL OVER THE COASTAL WATERS
THE CREW MEN THANK HER
THEN LAY DOWN THEIR OILY BLANKET
HANDS ALL OVER THE INLAND FOREST
IN A STRIKING MOTION TREES FALL DOWN
LIKE DYING SOLDIERS
HANDS ALL OVER THE PEASANTS DAUGHTER
SHE’S OUR BRIDE
SHE’LL NEVER MAKE IT OUT ALIVE
HANDS ALL OVER WORDS I UTTER
CHANGE THEM INTO WHAT YOU WANT TO
LIKE BALLS OF CLAY
PUT YOUR HANDS AWAY
YOUR GONNA KILL YOUR MOTHER
AND I LOVE HER
I AWAKE
Music by Hiro Yamamoto
Lyrics by K. McDonald
Woke up depressed
I left for work
You have a good day
It’s not your fault
I know it hurts
Remember, I love you, love you
Remember, I love you, love you
I love
Woke up depressed
I left for work
You have a good day
It’s not my fault
I know it hurts
LOUD LOVE
Written by Chris Cornell
There’s no time to keep it low
I’ve been deaf now I want noise
You stay down
But I wont be quiet
I’ll hammer on until you fight
Loud Love
Loud Love
Loud Love
Loud Love
If you’ve got some time to kill
Slow resistance wins the war
Well I know
But that’s no way to go
You can’t resist the louder pull
Well that’s right
I want something to explode
I’ve been deaf
Now I want noise
NO WRONG NO RIGHT
Lyrics by Chris Cornell
Music by Hiro Yamamoto
Watch for vipers and poison snakes
Feeling fingers make no mistake
Grabbing that pull your hair
Stealing everything there, everything
Restless widow in the dark
Careless looks for a spark
Near the trap fate rears it’s head
No hesitstion, victim dead
Just from the start it’s the end
And it’s all the same in the end
It’s all the same in the end
Spider moving up your wall
To the ceiling he slowly crawls
Weaves a web above your bed
Egg that cracks falls on your head
And it’s all the same
It’s all the same
No hesitation, victim dead
Just from the start it’s the end
No wrong no right or guilt admission
It’s all the same
You’ve been bitten, you’ve been bitten
POWER TRIP
Lyrics by Chris Cornell
Music by Hiro Yamamoto
I want to be
A cowboy star upon the screen
Oh hey and I want to drive
My cowboy car across the scene
Oh hey and I want to write
The magazines the housewives read
And I want to be
In control of everything
I want to be King
I want to make the toys
You buy for Christmas Eve
Yeah and I want to be
The father of the ethnic child
Who stars on T.V.
Oh yeah and I, I want to write
The magazine the housewives read
Oh hey and I want all the leaders
Of the Third World
To answer to me
I want to be King
I want to be King
So maybe now the Pope
Will bow and kiss my ring
I wanna be King
UGLY TRUTH
Written by Chris Cornell
You hide your eyes
But the ugly truth
Just loves to give it away
You gave yourself
If you were mine to give
I might throw it away
You share but money can’t give
What the truth takes away
Throw it away
I painted my eyes
Ugly isn’t what I want to see
I painted my mind
Ugly isn’t what I want to be
I don’t mind but the truth
Don’t look that good on me
Throw it away
I don’t think I really
Understand you
And I can’t see why
I’d ever want to
And even if it isn’t mine to say
I’ll say it anyway
It’s ugly
If you were mine to give
I might throw it away
But money can’t give
What the truth takes away
Throw it away