Written by Jerry Cantrell
Should I live so long
To see 'em dropping bombs
Hope I have you near
Check out what comes after here...what comes after here
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Don't really care if we live or die
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out and it's no surprise
Let the black odds roll
Why we can't tell
Ball inside
Roll me over, is this hell...is this hell?
Chorus
No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Possibly more truth than fable
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Generation turned a chemical tribe
Been sold out let me say goodbye
No last supper rite
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Born in ending times
Leaning more toward Cain than Abel
(Repeat)
Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table
Could it be more truth than fable?
Spiderbite
Written by Jerry Cantrell
Caine
Caine
What was your name? Glad to meet ya
Never been to your place, but I know it
Twitching embrace, show me the spider
Try to disappear, back crack in the sofa
Caine
Caine
Caine
Slow poison working inside
Descending in a shadow, cocoon me then bite
Caine spider give to me pain
Got a caterpillar body and a butterfly brain
Caine
Caine
What day is today? Don't I know you?
19 and bold, bitten in Houston
Out to the car, picked up a spider
Anesthetize your face, loser beside ya
Repeat chorus "Slow poison working inside..."
Spun monkeys on the railroad track
Take me to the caine field
I walk along, pick my spiderbite
My old man wonders where I'm at
I'm still a child, guess I keep trying to pay him back
Arrogance stains, threading your silk tomb
Steady she drain, spider digest you
Repeat chorus
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