Lyrics of 'Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!)' by Will Wood And The Tapeworms

Have you ever died in a nightmare?
Woke up surprised you hadn’t earned your fate?
Have you ever felt like Atlas, threw your back out on the axis
And collapsed and threw the planet away?

Everyone’s just blood in an ice tray
A vampire picking flowers out in the Sun
Run your diagnostic tests, its posited nobody dies agnostic
But we still dial 9-1-1
Now we’re singing

Ooh, could you take a look at me?
(It’s the norm for animals, it’s the norm for chemicals)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
(It’s the norm for particles, eye for eye for tooth)
Ooh, whatever you think of me
(It’s the norm for chemicals, it’s the norm for particles)
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
(Yes, it’s only natural)

We’re only tuning to the tone of the bell curve now
Ask not for whom it tolls
But with my head up in the clouds, I can see so much ground
And from up here you look like ants in a row
It doesn’t take a killer to murder
It only takes the reason to kill
We’ve all got evidence of innocence, it’s everything’s coincidence
The difference twixt fate and free will
Is whether you’re singing

Ooh, could you take a look at me?
(It’s the norm for animals, it’s the norm for chemicals)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
(It’s the norm for particles, I for I for tooth)
Ooh, whatever you think of me
(It’s the norm for chemicals, it’s the norm for particles)
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do
(Yes, it’s only natural)

So if you wash your hands of where you’ve been until you flood the second floor
Neatly fold your skeletons but still can’t shut the closet door
The only ones in need of love are those who don’t receive enough
So evil ones should get a little more

You, could you take a look at me?
(You could break an angel’s fall, and ignore the Devil’s call)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
Now we're singing

Ooh, whatever you think of me
(It’s no more than cultural, you and me inseparable.)
If the shoe fits would you walk that mile?
You could put it on the other foot, it’s the same size
(It’s a small hell after all.)

You, could you take a look at me?
(Man no more than animal is made of moral chemicals)
Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
(Any form mechanical, thank you God)
Ooh, whatever you think of me
(From the hordes of cannibals, to psych wards of hospitals)
If you were in my shoes, you’d see I wear the same size as you
(It’s a small world after all)