Nutshell

Total playing time: 57 m. 30 s.

Layne Staley: vocals, guitar
Jerry Cantrell: vocals, guitar
Michael Starr: bass
Sean Kinney: drums

Them Bones
Written by Jerry Cantrell

I believe them bones are me

Some say we're born into the grave

I feel so alone, gonna end up a

Big ole pile a them bones

Dust rise right on over my time

Empty fossil of the new scene

I feel so alone, gonna wind up a

Big ole pile a them bones

Toll due bad dream come true

I lie dead gone under red sky

I feel so alone, gonna end up a

Big ole pile a them bones

Dam That River
Written by Jerry Cantrell

I broke you in the canyon

I drowned you in the lake

You a snake that I would trample

Only thing I'd not embrace

Oh, you couldn't dam that river

And maybe I don't give a damn anyway

So you couldn't dam that river

And it washed me so far away

I pushed and then you stumbled

I kicked you in the face

You stare at me so hollow

Got to keep that killin' pace

Oh, you couldn't dam that river

And maybe I don't give a damn anyway

So you couldn't dam that river

And it washed me so far away

I burned the place around you

I hit you with a rake

You piss upon my candle

So proving you're a fake

Rain When I Die
Written by Jerry Cantrell, Layne Staley, Sean Kinney, Michael Starr

Is she ready to know my frustration?

What she slippin' inside, slow castration

I'm a riddle so strong, you can't break me

Did she come here to try, try to take me

Did she call my name?

I think it's gonna rain

When I die

Was it something I said, held against me?

Ain't no life on the run, slowly climbing

Caught in ice so she stares, stares at nothing

I can help her but won't, now she hates me

She won't let me hide

She don't want me to cry

Will she keep on the ground, trying to ground me

Slowly forgive my lie, lying to save me

Could she love me again, or will she hate me

Prob'ly not, I know why, can't explain me

Down In A Hole
Written by Jerry Cantrell

Bury me softly in this womb

I give this part of me for you

Sand rains down and here I sit

Holding rare flowers

In a tomb...in bloom

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved

See my heart I decorate it like a grave

You don't understand who they

Thought I was supposed to be

Look at me now a man

Who won't let himself be

Down in a hole, losin' my soul

Down in a hole, losin' control

I'd like to fly,

But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they've put all

The stones in their place

I've eaten the sun so my tongue

Has been burned of the taste

I have been guilty

Of kicking myself in the teeth

I will speak no more

of my feelings beneath

Oh I want to be inside of you

Down in a hole, losin' my soul

Down in a hole, feelin' so small

Down in a hole, losin' my soul

Down in a hole, out of control

I'd like to fly but my

Wings have been so denied

Sickman
Written by Jerry Cantrell, Layne Staley

What the hell am I?

Thousand eyes, a fly

Lucky then I'd be

In one day deceased

Sickman, sickman, sickman

I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer

When my thoughts become my biggest fear

Ah, what's the difference, I'll die

In this sick world of mine

What the hell am I

Leper from inside

Inside wall of peace

Dirty and diseased

Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman

I can see the end is getting near

I won't rest until my head is clear

Can you see the end?

Choke on me my friend

Must to drown these thoughts

Purity over rot

Yeah, though I walk through the valley of rape and despair

With head high and eyes alert

I tread on a plane of many

We who are of good nature and intention,

But cannot touch on the dark

Recesses of memory

And pain learned, so come walk

With me, feel the pain,

And release it

What the hell am I worn eroded pride

Saddened 10 mile wide

I'm gonna let it slide

Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman

I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer

When my thoughts become my biggest fear

Ahh, etc., etc.

Rooster
Written by Jerry Cantrell

Ain't found a way to kill me yet

Eyes burn with stinging sweat

Seems every path leads me to nowhere

Wife and kids household pet

Army green was no safe bet

The bullets scream to me from somewhere

Here they come to snuff the rooster

Yeah here come the rooster

You know he ain't gonna die

Walkin' tall machine gun man

They spit on me in my home land

Gloria sent me pictures of my boy

Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death

My buddy's breathin' his dyin' breath

Oh god please won't you help me make it through

Junkhead
Written by Jerry Cantrell, Layne Staley

A good night, the best in a long time

A new friend turned me on to an old favorite

Nothing better than a dealer who's high

Be high, convince them to buy

What's my drug of choice?

Well, what have you got?

I don't go broke

And I do it a lot

Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm

Running their boring drills

But we are an elite race of our own

The stoners, junkies, and freaks

Are you happy? I am, man.

Content and fully aware

Money, status, nothing to me

'Cause your life is empty and bare

You can't understand a user's mind

But try, with your books and degrees

If you let yourself go and opened your mind

I'll bet you'd be doing like me

And it ain't so bad

Say, I do it a lot!

Dirt
Written by Jerry Cantrell, Layne Staley

I have never felt such frustration

Or lack of self control

I want you to kill me

And dig me under, I wanna live no more

One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be

I've tried to hide myself from what is wrong for me

For me

I want to taste dirty, stinging pistol

In my mouth, on my tongue

I want you to scrape me from the walls

And go crazy like you've made me

You, you are so special

You have the talent to

Make me feel like dirt

And you, you use your

Talent to dig me under

And cover me with dirt

God Smack
Written by Jerry Cantrell, Layne Staley

Care not for the men who wonder

Straw that broke your back, you're under

Cast all them aside who care

Empty eyes and dead end stare

Don't you know that none are blind

To the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide?

What in God's name have you done?

Stick your arm for some real fun

For the horse you've grown much fonder

Than for me, that I don't ponder

As the hair of one who bit you

Smiling bite your own self, too

And I think that you're not blind

To the ones you left behind

I'll be here

So be yearning all your life

Twisting, turning like a knife

Now you know the reasons why

Can't get high, or you will die

Or you'll die

So your sickness weighs a ton

And God's name is smack for some

Hate To Feel
Written by Layne Staley

What's gone wrong, I can't see straight

Been too long, so full of hate

What the fuck will it take

Drown myself in my wake

Another shaggy D.A.

Now a dog, shake my leg

Plastic man, paper face

Candy heart, what a waste

Gotta change, set a date

Eat my cake, lick my plate

Stare at me with empty eyes and

Point your words at me

Mirror on the wall will show you

What you're scared to see

I can see, yeah - (wish I couldn't see at all)

I can feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all)

Hate to see - (wish I couldn't see at all)

Hate to feel - (wish I couldn't feel at all)

So climb the walls,

Thin my blood now

And I crawl, back to bed now

What the hell, gotta rest

Aching pain in my chest

Lucky me, now I'm set

Little bug for a pet

New Orleans, gotta get

Pin cushion medicine

Used to be curious

Now the shit's sustenance

All this time I swore I'd never

Be like my old man

What the hay it's time to face

Exactly what I am

Angry Chair
Written by Layne Staley

Sitting on an angry chair

Angry walls that steal the air

Stomach hurts and I don't care

What do I see across the way

See myself molded in clay

Stares at me, yeah I'm afraid

Changing the shape of his face

Candles red I have a pair

Shadows dancing everywhere

burning on the angry chair

Little boy made a mistake

Pink cloud has now turned to gray

All that I want is to play

Get on your knees, time to pray boy

I don't mind, yeah

I don't mind, I-I-I

I don't mind, yeah,

I don't mind, I-I-I

Lost my mind, yeah

But I don't mind, I-I-I

Can't find it anywhere

I don't mind

Corporate prison, we stay

I'm a dull boy, work all day

So I'm strung out anyway

Loneliness is not a phase

Field of pain is where I graze

Serenity is far away

Saw my reflection and cried

So little hope that I died

Feed me your lies, open wide

Weight of my heart, not the size

Pink cloud has now turned to gray

All that I want is to play

Get on your knees time to pray

Would?
Lyrics by Jerry Cantrell

Know me broken by my master

Teach thee on child of love hereafter

Into the flood again

Same old trip it was back then

So I made a big mistake

Try to see it once my way

Drifting body it's sole desertion

Flying not yet quite the notion

Am I wrong?

Have I run too far to get home

Have I gone?

And left you here alone

If I would, could you?