In His Hands
11/25/90 Seattle, Washington

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Wouldn't wanna fake it, even if I try
Feelin' so sedated, even if I'm high
Taking medication, til my stomach's full
Wouldn't wanna fake it, running in the hole

See the stab wounds in his hands
See him sputter in his hands
He's lying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading over, over the hill
He is coming, I don't care

Wouldn't wanna fake it, even if I try
Feelin' so sedated, even if I'm high
Taking medication, til my stomach's full
Wouldn't wanna fake it, running in the hole

See the stab wounds in his hands
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He's coming after you
He's coming after you
Heading here, over the hill
He is coming, I don't care

(bass solo)

Wouldn't wanna fake it, even if I try
Feelin' so sedated, even if I'm high
Taking medication, til my stomach's full
Didn't wanna fake it, going in the hole

See the stab wounds in his hands
He's covered,why don't you?
He's dying, why don't you?
He's going without you
Heading between her, over the hill
In his opinion, I don't care
In His Room