| Song | Spaced |
| Artist | The Smashing Pumpkins |
| Album | Pisces Iscariot |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Billy Corgan Music:Billy Corgan | |
| Dad, dad, dad | |
| Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead | |
| Was I ever alive | |
| Fucking makes you alive in one minute | |
| Solstice | |
| I am solstice filled with mercury | |
| Filled with mercury | |
| Liquid fucked | |
| See right through your heart | |
| See right through your heart | |
| Fuck your heart | |
| I am mercury liquid pure | |
| Hot, alive, dead | |
| Mucked fish eyes, doors | |
| I was born alive | |
| I'll fucking kill you | |
| I'll beat your soft baby head with my own hand | |
| Careful with that baby | |
| Don't ever say the H word around him | |
| Ashamed | |
| I am ashamed of my name, say it | |
| I hate the sound of your shit because it means no good | |
| It means cheap, liar, smart ass piece of shit | |
| Change it to raygun you fuck | |
| Billy the Loon | |
| Billy the Loon | |
| I am Mars | |
| I am Mars | |
| Billy Addly, Addly, Addly | |
| Your name causes shit | |
| While I may be no expert on this reality there is no god but shame | |
| God is hurt, god is cold | |
| Try that once, god is dead | |
| There is not another one | |
| Battle | |
| Cold heart radio | |
| Feedback | |
| The pain | |
| Reoccuring messages of badness | |
| Reoccuring living bad dreams at the vortex of lost souls | |
| Wailing lost soouls of shame | |
| We are in one hole | |
| Like a cup of mercury phosphate, burrr (when you get cold) | |
| Shuddering around | |
| Taste my shit you wench | |
| Lifting wailing lost souls who stand a chance | |
| Hot, my eyes darkly gaze and wonder | |
| Do not enter | |
| Why, why, why | |
| I was born whole | |
| Fractured, divided, shattered into a billion fragments | |
| A million piece puzzle | |
| A million piece jigsaw puzzle with no this and no that |
| Lyrics: Billy Corgan Music: Billy Corgan | |
| Dad, dad, dad | |
| Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead | |
| Was I ever alive | |
| Fucking makes you alive in one minute | |
| Solstice | |
| I am solstice filled with mercury | |
| Filled with mercury | |
| Liquid fucked | |
| See right through your heart | |
| See right through your heart | |
| Fuck your heart | |
| I am mercury liquid pure | |
| Hot, alive, dead | |
| Mucked fish eyes, doors | |
| I was born alive | |
| I' ll fucking kill you | |
| I' ll beat your soft baby head with my own hand | |
| Careful with that baby | |
| Don' t ever say the H word around him | |
| Ashamed | |
| I am ashamed of my name, say it | |
| I hate the sound of your shit because it means no good | |
| It means cheap, liar, smart ass piece of shit | |
| Change it to raygun you fuck | |
| Billy the Loon | |
| Billy the Loon | |
| I am Mars | |
| I am Mars | |
| Billy Addly, Addly, Addly | |
| Your name causes shit | |
| While I may be no expert on this reality there is no god but shame | |
| God is hurt, god is cold | |
| Try that once, god is dead | |
| There is not another one | |
| Battle | |
| Cold heart radio | |
| Feedback | |
| The pain | |
| Reoccuring messages of badness | |
| Reoccuring living bad dreams at the vortex of lost souls | |
| Wailing lost soouls of shame | |
| We are in one hole | |
| Like a cup of mercury phosphate, burrr when you get cold | |
| Shuddering around | |
| Taste my shit you wench | |
| Lifting wailing lost souls who stand a chance | |
| Hot, my eyes darkly gaze and wonder | |
| Do not enter | |
| Why, why, why | |
| I was born whole | |
| Fractured, divided, shattered into a billion fragments | |
| A million piece puzzle | |
| A million piece jigsaw puzzle with no this and no that |
| Lyrics: Billy Corgan Music: Billy Corgan | |
| Dad, dad, dad | |
| Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead | |
| Was I ever alive | |
| Fucking makes you alive in one minute | |
| Solstice | |
| I am solstice filled with mercury | |
| Filled with mercury | |
| Liquid fucked | |
| See right through your heart | |
| See right through your heart | |
| Fuck your heart | |
| I am mercury liquid pure | |
| Hot, alive, dead | |
| Mucked fish eyes, doors | |
| I was born alive | |
| I' ll fucking kill you | |
| I' ll beat your soft baby head with my own hand | |
| Careful with that baby | |
| Don' t ever say the H word around him | |
| Ashamed | |
| I am ashamed of my name, say it | |
| I hate the sound of your shit because it means no good | |
| It means cheap, liar, smart ass piece of shit | |
| Change it to raygun you fuck | |
| Billy the Loon | |
| Billy the Loon | |
| I am Mars | |
| I am Mars | |
| Billy Addly, Addly, Addly | |
| Your name causes shit | |
| While I may be no expert on this reality there is no god but shame | |
| God is hurt, god is cold | |
| Try that once, god is dead | |
| There is not another one | |
| Battle | |
| Cold heart radio | |
| Feedback | |
| The pain | |
| Reoccuring messages of badness | |
| Reoccuring living bad dreams at the vortex of lost souls | |
| Wailing lost soouls of shame | |
| We are in one hole | |
| Like a cup of mercury phosphate, burrr when you get cold | |
| Shuddering around | |
| Taste my shit you wench | |
| Lifting wailing lost souls who stand a chance | |
| Hot, my eyes darkly gaze and wonder | |
| Do not enter | |
| Why, why, why | |
| I was born whole | |
| Fractured, divided, shattered into a billion fragments | |
| A million piece puzzle | |
| A million piece jigsaw puzzle with no this and no that |