Triple Beam

Machine Head

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    And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between
    'Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam

    When you balance life on a triple beam
    When you balance life on a triple beam

    I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick
    The violence in my life was a measuring stick
    And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between
    Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam

    I used to dream about the end
    And when it would come
    Drug dealers die young at the end of a gun
    Powders on the triple beam
    Girls around my neck
    No money?
    Well, she could always pay with sex
    Bikers tried to front me 30 grand worth of shit
    Knew that if I took it, I'd never get out of this
    What the fuck am I doing with amphetamines?
    But that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam

    When you balance life on a triple beam
    When you balance life on a triple beam

    I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick
    The chaos in my life was a measuring stick
    And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between
    Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam

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    My dealer trusted nobody
    Make you take a test
    See if you would rat him out or stab him in the chest
    He'd make you suck the glass-dick, called it "dragon's breath"
    Smoke a giant hit of speed, prove you weren't the feds
    Your heart would beat so fast
    Before your eyes life flashed
    Ain't easy to make cash
    Living off of meth
    It's a paranoid world
    Violent and mean
    But that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam

    When you balance life on a triple beam
    When you balance life on a triple beam

    I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick
    The party and my money call suckin' my dick
    And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between
    Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam

    Paranoid, the gun is loaded
    Nose destroyed and mind corroded
    Rival dealers want me broken
    If I sleep, it's with one eye open

    They call it crank, speed, rosebud, methamphetamine
    They call it crank, ice, bathtub, methamphetamine

    At the am/pm shattuck and 51st
    1:30 In the morning, streets at their worst
    My buddy started a fight, some dude by the pumps
    These black girls strolled up to watch 'em take their lumps
    Three cars rolled up, 15 dudes rolled out
    "You fuckin' with our girls?"
    (Mouth running like a spout)
    I threw the first punch, nose broke on my rings
    Now I'm fighting 4 dudes and my heads starting to ring
    Somebody screamed "stop, he's got a knife, run!"
    Not everybody listened, all of us were drunk
    As I turned my head I saw my friend's knife blade
    Murder in his eyes, the devil in his veins
    He swung at the first, but then he missed
    2Nd one got lucky, 3rd one took a hit
    The 4th got caught and this time he wasn't missing
    Teeth grit down, survival of the fittest
    And he stabbed him, and he stabbed him, and he stabbed him again
    Kill that motherfucker, let him never breathe again
    And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between
    Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam

    When you balance life on a triple beam
    Come on! When you balance life

    I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick
    The violence in my bloodshot is making me sick
    And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between
    Cause that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam

    When you balance life on a triple beam

    Song details

    Composition: Robb Flynn, Dave Mcclain, and Jared C Maceachern

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