Biography:
Stone Temple Pilots (often abbreviated as STP) is a Grammy Award winning American rock band from San Diego, California, that originally consisted of Scott Weiland (lead vocals), brothers Dean (guitar) and Robert DeLeo (bass, backing vocals), and Eric Kretz (drums). Since the band's formation in 1989, its line-up remained unchanged until the dismissal of Weiland in 2013, who was replaced by Linkin Park vocalist Chester Bennington. In 2015, Bennington left the band to focus solely on Linkin Park.
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- Atlanta
- Big Bang
- Big Empty
- Creep
- Inter State Love Song
- Interstate Love Song
- Plush
- Sex Type Thing
- Sour Girl
- Still Remains
- Adhesive
- Black Again
- Black Heart
- Finest Hour
- Good Shoes
- Guilty
- I Got You
- Just A Little Lie
- Kitchen Ware And Candy Bars
- Kitchenware And Candybars
- Lady Picture Show
- Middle Of Nowhere
- Never Enough
- Peacoat
- Red And Blues
- Roll Me Under
- Seven Caged Tigers
- Six Eight
- The Art Of Letting Go
- Thought Shed Be Mine
- Trippin On A Hole In A Paper Heart
- Vasoline
- Wicked Garden
- Wonderful
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Stone Temple Pilots - Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart
From the album: Tiny Music... Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop (1996)
Comment for any corrections and please rate
Intro: A
F# A
F# A
Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway
F#
Take a look at eye full towers, never trust them dirty liars
A
Sippin' lemon yellow booze 'ole' leadbelly sings the blues
G
All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin' anyway
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B A
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade
F# A
Fake the heat and scratch the itch, skinned up knees and salty lips
F#
I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life and when you binge I purge alike
A
Let go it's harder holding on, one more trip and I'll be gone
F#
So keep your head up, keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone
A
Take a breath and make it big, it's the last you'll ever get
G
Break your neck with diamond noose, it's the last you'll ever choose
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B Bm G
Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B A
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade
F# A F# A
F# A G
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B Bm G
Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B A
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade
From the album: Tiny Music... Songs from the Vatican Gift Shop (1996)
Comment for any corrections and please rate
Intro: A
F# A
F# A
Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway
F#
Take a look at eye full towers, never trust them dirty liars
A
Sippin' lemon yellow booze 'ole' leadbelly sings the blues
G
All dressed up on wedding day keep on trippin' anyway
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B A
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade
F# A
Fake the heat and scratch the itch, skinned up knees and salty lips
F#
I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life and when you binge I purge alike
A
Let go it's harder holding on, one more trip and I'll be gone
F#
So keep your head up, keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone
A
Take a breath and make it big, it's the last you'll ever get
G
Break your neck with diamond noose, it's the last you'll ever choose
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B Bm G
Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B A
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade
F# A F# A
F# A G
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B Bm G
Hold me closer, closer let me go let me be just let me be
B Bm G
I am I am I said I'm not myself, but I'm not dead and I'm not for sale
B A
So keep your bankroll lottery eat your salad day deathbed motorcade
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