Little Bitter
Alice in Chains Lyrics


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How the mind does shout for rest
When the body is shaken, yeah
Oh, this tightness in my chest
Still your leaves I'm raking

Oh Lord, is this a test?
Was it fun creating, yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy

Who
Are you
Who can say
It's okay to live through me?
Live to be
Part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine
Yeah

Was it something that I said?
Was it how they're breaking, yeah?
I'm so selfish, paying your rent
While your blood I'm taking

You
Spend me
Like a tree
Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea
Of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed

You feed

Your body is a temple
A dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around
Itching and nibbling
Hoping for a small piece of sanity
That of which you can not give

Shit!

Individuality
Buying penance with my soul
And a little Heaven spent
Why the hell not take it?

Thieves
Parasites
Hide from life
You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred




In self-worth
All that matters much to me, yeah

Overall Meaning

The song 'A Little Bitter' by Alice in Chains seems to be a reflection of the internal struggles the singer is facing. In the opening lines, the singer talks about the conflict between the mind and body. The mind is shouting for rest, reminding the singer of the tightness in his chest, while the body is shaken. The following verse seems to question the test of life, and whether God is playing a part in creating it. The singer's God is a little sick, and he wants the singer to go crazy.


The second verse is about trying to comprehend the circumstances that lead to the singer's situation. The singer speaks of being selfish, paying someone's rent while taking their blood. The story is not clear, but it is evident that the singer is in a conflicted situation where he feels like he is being taken advantage of. In the chorus, the singer asks who are you, and who can say it's okay to live through me. The imagery used is that of a wrinkled magazine. It seems like the singer sees himself as a disposable entity, much like an object that is discarded after use.


Line by Line Meaning

How the mind does shout for rest
One's mind seeks repose amidst turmoil


When the body is shaken, yeah
During times of physical and emotional turmoil


Oh, this tightness in my chest
Feeling of constriction in one's heart


Still your leaves I'm raking
Cleaning up after another's mess


Oh Lord, is this a test?
Questioning the challenges in life


Was it fun creating, yeah?
Sarcastically questioning a higher power's intentions


My god's a little sick
Castigating a higher power for its actions


And he wants me crazy
Feeling persecuted and tormented


Who
Questioning one's identity


Are you
Reinforcing the previous question


Who can say
Suggesting that no one has the answer


It's okay to live through me?
Meaninglessness of one's existence


Live to be
Aspiration without a defined purpose


Part of me
Separation between one's self and their goals


You're a wrinkled magazine
Devaluing someone with a past


Was it something that I said?
Wondering about the cause of troubles


Was it how they're breaking, yeah?
Misunderstood reasons for others' misfortunes


I'm so selfish, paying your rent
Feeling trapped in a one-sided relationship


While your blood I'm taking
Exploiting someone else's troubles


You
Switching to addressing someone else


Spend me
Being used for someone else's gain


Like a tree
Metaphor for someone being used for money


Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Molding someone else for one's own monetary gain


Dark in a sea
Feeling of being trapped


Of my seeds
One's self-similar troubles spreading


And the tears on which you feed
Another's suffering as someone else's emotional nourishment


Your body is a temple
Metaphor for one's inner self


A dormant alter
Inactive and unused as a place of worship


To where infantile men lie around
Young and immature people stagnating in one's inner self


Itching and nibbling
Agitated and discontent with their presence


Hoping for a small piece of sanity
Yearning for a state of harmony


That of which you can not give
Inability for self-satisfaction


Shit!
Exasperation


Individuality
Uniqueness of one's self


Buying penance with my soul
Paying for one's internal suffering to alleviate guilt


And a little Heaven spent
Finding fleeting moments of happiness


Why the hell not take it?
Embracing the chance for contentment


Thieves
Describing others negatively


Parasites
Focusing on the negative aspects of others


Hide from life
Immaturity and avoidance of responsibility


You know they'll remember me
Negative self-impression left behind


They are abhorred
Describing others negatively


In self-worth
Deficient in self-value and acceptance


All that matters much to me, yeah
Hyper-focus on others' views of one's self




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Layne Staley, Michael Inez, Sean Kinney, Jerry Cantrell

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Josh


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