The Antipop - Primus

The Earth it did crack open on the day that I was born
And a thousand merry pranksters came dancin' through the storm
I lay cradle bound a-howlin' at the wind, not knowin' years to come I'd be shoutin' over din
I sucked information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry, my mouth is always full
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop

As a young man I plug into the tube but the stench of all that pretence, I cannot muddle through
I lie on my back and scan the radio; all that comes out my speakers is a steady syrup flow
I suck information through the holes in my skull as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop

I stood by watching and I seen 'em come and go, I seen 'em make that million then vanish in the snow
They come upon you like a pack of rabid hounds as they slobber in your ears and purge you with their sounds
Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull, my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain 'till the day I drop
I am the Antipop; the man you will not stop

This completes the recording of the "Crypt of the Basilica of the Sacred Heart"