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Helmet
Helmet


Background information
Origin New York, New York, USA
Genre(s) Alternative Metal
Noise Rock
Post-Hardcore
Years active 1989—1998
Label(s) Interscope Records
Work Song Records
Website Website
Members
Page Hamilton
Dan Beeman
Kyle Stevenson
Dave Case
Former members
John Tempesta
Peter Mengede
Rob Echeverria
Chris Traynor
Henry Bogdan
John Stanier
Frank Bello
Mike Jost
Jeremy Chatelain
Jimmy Thompson
Jon Fuller



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Helmet Album


Betty (1994)
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You heard about, "be your own man"
You talk a lot and loud
Illustrate the obvious boy
You're mentally endowed

Watershed year comes
You're flush with fever
The richest junk dealer

Honestly, a book you read once let you
Think in rhyme. The old extreme sits
Pale and molds now for the
Millonth time

Wilma's rainbow of peaceful colors
The richest junk dealer


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Wafer thin
The waif is in
She's chlorine clean and portion fed
Feed the dog
Slop the hog
Shine the Baptist and debark the dog

It's all right, I know
You're the only one who can
Show us at all

Get it done
Circulate
What I hear, fear motivates
So intense
So sensitive
In your head where fashion lives

It's all right, I know
You're the only one who can
Show us at all

It's ok, I know
You're mean and hard and bored
It's always something


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Served up in the backyard
Cooked too long on high
Flying out the window
Even dogs have passed them by
Didn't know she was lied up
Better fed than forced
Time to meet the protagonist, boy
He never showed remorse

Choking on the one thing
His tongue had gotten too fat
A barely walking dead man
Seemed to know where he was at
Drive himself to the airport
Getting out of here
Overworking the small town
The law couldn't get too near

Come on smut
You might've stayed


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Tell me if you think it's all right
I'll give in to what you know
I don't see the habits that
Become me
I've saved up my useless thoughts

Well means, it works I'm on your side
I said that? Well so, I lied
Remember I tried not to be wary
This failed me once too much

Unrecognized
Well preserved
Don't forget what you heard


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The tic begins where's the manner end?
The climate change will never get in
Silent and strong and prepossessed
You never need to make you own mess

Weasel to me is charming to some
Loathsome and glib
Habits like self-love
Wearing slim fast you carve your niche
Lean smug back and work your pitch

And all the way I'm gone, no
Demon race to find
You paint if up and know that
Any face can lie
Affect my greatest style, what
Suits me best of all
Keep my pocket filled, lean right and
Fall


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Sorry for myself, I've lost my
Kharmic wealth but
I can take from you with antiseptic stealth
I'll dig my own grave, get my
Front yard paved
There's always a penny earned
Another dollar saved

What lies ahead

I always make my point, soak
Bread in dirty oil
"Right's" too strong a word
The neighborhood's been spoiled but
I know what I know, stuck that
Inner glow
I don't have time to learn
I said I know what I know

I'm wrong, I won't admit it
I won't get it


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First I'll panic quick and listen
To advice
Agree to anything and try to be
Too nice
Then my skin flakes, another allergy
I'm not making sense, just
Ignore me

Thirst I had at last
Run the water
Shut my mouth and run past
What's the matter?
Street crabs buy in fast
Infect the water

Safe and sound like the perfect food
Ice the beer, it's easy to feel good
What was that you said? I thought
I heard my name but
Every street crab will push the
Vowels the same

Thirst I had at last
Run the water
Shut my mouth and run past
What's the matter?
Street crabs buy in fast
Infect the water


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Spread your mind the fish feed
Don't ignore my speech my
Heart bleeds
Make yourself the perfect butt
Some passing thought, I don't know what

Don't remind me, I'll take
What I need to

Get back in case the door swings and
Don't forget to hide
Your mood rings
Fit to tie
I thought I knew good company
I'd like to be you

You're right behind me and
Mouth all I read

Don't remind me, I'll take
What I need to
You're right behind me and
Mouth all I read


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Petty news, it's only your bad ear
It might be worth it
To watch what you hear
Feeling great now you expand your view
You can't forget, somebody hates you

Justify my worst behavior
Search in blood-lines
Exchange a favor

Humble goals
Bad nutrition
Rely on me
There's one condition

Humble goals
Bad nutrition
Rely on me
There's one condition
Imitated
So adored
The wind picks up
My suit gets torn


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Beautiful love, you're all a mystery
Beautiful love, what have you done to me?
I was contented 'till you came along
Thrilling, my soul with your song

Beautiful love, you're all a mystery
Beautiful love, what have you done to me?
I was contented 'till you came along
will my dreams come true

Beautiful love,I've roamed your paradise
Searching for love, my dreams to realise
Reaching for heaven,depending on you
Beautiful love,will my dreams come true

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Indecisive and deaf or dumb
Tongue-dried in the sun
Nervous speech and your mental health
Drunk on every detail
Loosened up from the moral slide as though
There's nothing to hide
It corresponds with your secret view and
Never weighs upon you

I'd blame someone but I've got you
Like everyday that bores me
Sleep fine at night and
Wake up to my early speechless morning

It works like crime, adjust your view
Waste your time improving
She's cut so well and lifelike too
You'll bleed to death before me


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Land sakes alive, the steak's alive
Give him a hug and he drinks and
He drives
Why the long face Mr.Ed? It's
The hour of darkness and
The hour of dread

Hey Betty

Find 'em and grind 'em and
Never remind 'em
Biscuits and jam you're
Eating your pie too. Minor legends

And you're right too
Give 'em a hug


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Today's another day you won't deny that
It came so slow you don't remember
When you got so fat
Up above the bathroom mirror the light'll
Make you weak but
It's that pacifying lie that grows now
Every week

And still you hate it, it's overrated

I'll never forget things like, "Who did what?"
Cover old ground and drag
What's useless up
I won't feel quilty about being late again
There's no one to answer to and
No one to hate


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Sam invents the you you want to see
Don't believe in predestiny
Bacon you never need bring home
Sam Hell gets you redeemed
By grace alone

Sam's the mayor of First Avenue
Nothing goes on he doesn't want to
A wife that wears his 'in' stocking hat
She's known for making good
Gravy and cat

Heart attack
Time to eat and pay
Cellulite won't wash away
You never knew if you'd been dead or
Just old
Sam Hell never gets that cold


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