Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart

Stone Temple Pilots · Greatest Hits [2003]

Don't cut out my paper heart,

I ain't dying anyway

Take a look at Eiffel Towers

Never trust them dirty liars

Sippin' lemon-yellow booze

Ol' leadbelly sings the blues

All dressed up on wedding day

Keep on trippin' anyway



I am, I am, I said I'm not myself,

I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery

Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade



Fake the heat and scratch the itch

Skinned up knees and salty lips

I'll breathe your life vicks vapor life

And when you binge I purge alike



Let go it's harder holding on

One more trip and I'll be gone

So keep your head up

Keep it on, just a whisper I'll be gone



Take a breath and make it big

It's the last you'll ever get

Break your neck with a diamond noose

It's the last you'll ever choose



I am, I am, I said I'm not myself,

I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

Hold me closer, closer let me go

Let me be just let me be



I am, I am, I said I'm not myself,

I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery

Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade



I am, I am, I said I'm not myself,

I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

Hold me closer, closer let me go

Let me be just let me be



I am I am I said I'm not myself,

I'm not dead and I'm not for sale

So keep your bankroll lottery

Eat your salad day deathbed motorcade

Trippin' On A Hole In A Paper Heart

Released on the 2003 Greatest Hits compilation, this track by Stone Temple Pilots captures the band's signature blend of grunge and alternative rock. The song features the distinctive vocals of Scott Weiland and showcases the group's signature guitar-driven sound that defined the mid-1990s era. While often associated with their earlier work, this recording highlights the band's ability to craft anthemic pop-rock melodies that resonated with a wide audience. It stands as a testament to their enduring influence on the alternative rock genre, blending raw energy with melodic accessibility.