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| 2. |
| 4:59 | 
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She's out slummin' for another fix, down on her knees giving last licks. She's got senior rights, don't show her age, her hair's
blacker than BETTY PAGE. Rubber skin so sharp it cuts, she's the rubber lover to all the sluts. Glory holes in sleazy walls, R.H.Bear cruises mens' room stalls. She's got the love, she's got the rage, a digital bitch you can't upstage. Bound and shagged inside her cage, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE. She loves to love the love you hold, she does it hot but oh so cold. Puss-bone white, super tight, she's triple-X by candlelight. WEEDA- WEEDA- WADDA- HOODA- HOODA- HA, don't need no lube she likes it raw. Hands tied down leave you alone, she's seen more rods than the twilight zone. She's got the love, she's got the rage, a digital bitch you cant upstage. Bound and shagged inside her cage, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE. She's the snake with the poison apple, she licks down your blood sample. Something in the way she grinds her hips and ooohh, check out those tits. Take out the whips, open the crypts, ROCKY HORROR has your lips. A digital bitch you cant upstage, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE. She loves the meat, she loves the truck, take her hot pants off and f**k, f**k, f**k. She's a high priced hooker with devil tattoos, and a clean shaved fox, cooh cooh cooh ka joo. Sit at home you're the masturbater, she gets off when you hate her. TORI AMOS with bad vodka, she wants blood and you cant stop her. She's got the love, she's got the rage, a digital bitch you cant upstage. Bound and shagged inside her cage, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE. BLACK SHEEP, GOD. BLACK SHEEP, GOD. BLACK SHEEP, GOD. BLACK SHEEP, GOD. |
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| 0:26 |
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| 3:18 |
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You'll never let me, you'll never get me, you'll never get me away. Don't ever want me, don't ever love me, I'll just push you
away. When you plunge through me with your thinning blade, I get so turned on, about being slayed. Forever hot bitch, hot sex, she burns with SEX REFLEX. You'll never never try me, or multiply me, I'll make you cut away. You'll just go by me, won't satisfy me, I'll just push you out of the way. When you plunge through me with your thinning blade, I get so turned on, about being slayed. It's not the way you love me, hot bitch, hot sex, she burns with SEX REFLEX. Hot bitch, hot sex, she burns with SEX REFLEX. It's not the way you love me, it's not the way you love me, it's not the way you love me, it's the way that you don't... |
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| 3:20 |
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| 6. |
| 2:05 |
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My black arm band, my patent leather boots, my helmet, my holster, where I've dug my new roots. This is my duty, this is my
voice, this is my uniform, this is my choice. This is my head out of the sand, this is my black arm band, this is my new man. |
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| 1:37 |
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| 8. |
| 4:52 |
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Pretty boy with a gun, bang- bang, fun- fun.
Pretty girl with a knife, watch your back it's your wife! Heroin, load my gun, shoot- shoot, fun- fun. Pretty girl on ecstasy, now she wants to fuck me. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease. Pretty thing with no head, that's OK, better off dead! Warm blood everywhere, shave off all my hair! Pretty girl, what's she worth? Stick it where it really hurts! Government experiment, welcome to my accident. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong, and we have no fear, we are the anti of all you hold dear. Social disease, down on your knees. Covered in fleas, give me a freeze. I am a clown, I am disgrace. It's always thrown up in my face. Through ignorance, I always fight. Better face it, I'm always right. We are the dead, we are in league, we are the doctors of low self esteem. We do it wrong, we don't believe, we are the congress of the new disease... |
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| 3:44 |
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A wang, dang, dang and a double fang, put you six feet underground. Flush all the fashion and your old school passion, our world
lives underground. Living for the money, so dead fuckin' funny, with your three piece suit and your wife that calls you honey. You're raw meat, now ain't that sweet? Our world lives underground, SHUT THE FUCK UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! You're my bitch, now do what you're told to do. SHUT THE FUCK UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! Get down on your knees and thank me. Vampire folklore old stone age, hypodermic wet dream narcotic stage, an undead anthem to the blackest days, a tribute to the original. SHUT THE FUCK UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! You're my bitch now do what you're told to do. SHUT THE FUCK UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! Get down on your knees and thank me. SHUT THE FUCK UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! You're my bitch, now do what you're told to do. SHUT THE FUCK UP, SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO! Get down, lick my boot and thank me. I was taken on a Tuesday night, a summer's night, around midnight. Blood flows silently to candlelight, yet I re-animate in shadows. Purveyor of the horror, tormentor in techicolor, governor to the terror but still I'm trapped in limbo. |
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| 11. |
| 5:12 |
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Interception, contortion, domineering, ignoring, Cancellation of frustration. far cry from realization, between suffocation's mind.
Dulling lies, there is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead. Psychology of fear, the agony and ecstasy makes death stomp and cheer, it's taunting me, it's taunting me. Argument, indecision, false pleasure is all that your given, it's what you're living. There is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead. If your fucking with the demons on the slimy side of town, you've got to keep low down and try not to make a sound. If they catch you with a razor and you're trying to slit your wrists, you'd better make sure it's worth it before you take on that bitch. There is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead. There is no alive, WHEN THE DEAD COME HOME everyone smiles, when they're dead. When the dead come home. |
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| 12. |
| 4:18 |
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Nothing's all right, nothing goes right, nothing is right for me.
Nothing goes right, nothing ends right, nothing put right for me. |
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| 13. |
| 6:47 |
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Lost-lost-lost, finding nothing. Lost-lost-lost, finding nothing. Am I destined to reap what I have taken? Temptress to drag down,
down, down, down. Cheat, lied, stole from your friends. Cheat, lied, stole from your friends. Cheat, lied, stole from your friends. Lost-lost-lost, finding nothing. Lost-lost-lost finding nothing. Not worth the dirt, not worth the dirt I step in. Not worth the dirt, not worth the shit I step in. This is what you've made me, they're all out to get me. The others before me, there is no me, this is who I am. Sunny days and happy trails, blizzard baths and slicing rails. Coughing fit and untrue grit, pack up all my shit and split. I seek revenge, never again, never again, can we be friends? I seek revenge, never again, never again, can we be friends? This is who I am. |
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