That Smell (1997 - Live at The Coca Cola Star Amphitheatre, Bugettstown, PA)
Whiskey bottles and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm (You fool, you)
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose,
One more drink fool, would drown you (Hell, yeah)
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes.
Say you'll be alright come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you (Yeah, you)
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Aw, you fool, you.
You stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix Lord, might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks (Hell, yeah)
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Oh, you fool, you
Don't stick those needles in your arm.
You're just a fool, just a fool, just a fool.
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm (You fool, you)
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose,
One more drink fool, would drown you (Hell, yeah)
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes.
Say you'll be alright come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you (Yeah, you)
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Aw, you fool, you.
You stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix Lord, might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks (Hell, yeah)
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooh, that smell
Can't you smell that smell?
Ooh, that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Oh, you fool, you
Don't stick those needles in your arm.
You're just a fool, just a fool, just a fool.
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Writer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant
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