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In her place one hundred candles burning
as salty sweat drips from her breast her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya,get... Black lipstick stains her class of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... I beg to serve, your wish is my law Now close those eyes and let me love you to death Shall I prove I mean what i'm saying, begging I say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get.. Let me love you too Let me love you to death Hey am I good enough for you? Hey am i good enough for you? Am I? Am I? Am I good enough for you? |
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It's no secret we're close
As sweaty velcro Like latex, fur and feathers Stuck together Now In their '62 'Vette Sharing one cigarette In a black light trance then Go go dance Then Go go trance Then They keep me warm on cold nights We must be quite a sight In our meat triangle All tangled Wow My girlfriend's girlfriend She looks like you My girlfriend's girlfriend She's my girl too Her and me and her and she and me An uncrowded couple; are we three Hey we don't care what people say When walking hand in hand down Kings Highway Two for one today My girlfriend's girlfriend She looks like you My girlfriend's girlfriend She's my girl |
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The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again And in lupine ways We'll alleviate the pain Unholy water Sanguine addiction Those silver bullets A last blood benediction It is her moon time When there's iron in the air A rusted essence Woman may I know you there Hey wolf moon Come cast your spell on me Hey wolf moon Come cast your spell on me Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away Yourself in my mouth Will you leave me with your taste? Beware The woods at night Beware The lunar night So in this grey haze We'll be meating again And on that great day I will tease you all the same |
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from Type O Negative - Slow, Deep And Hard (1991)
[a. Unjustifiable Existence]
One two three four I don't wanna live no more Well I've got no more reason to live And I've got no more love to give Tonight's the night I'll paint the town red I'll put another whole through my head Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Now I feel the weight of a world on my back I've seen the future The future looks black It's what I must do I have no reservations Ain't talk 'bout self preservation Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Gravity Crushing me Gravity Crushing me Crushing me Crushing me [b. Acceleration (due to gravity) - 980cm^-2 sec] Yeah I feel something pulling me down Forcing me between myself and the ground Of all the nightmares that ever came true I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Gravity Crushing me Gravity Crushing me Crushing me Crushing me [c. Antimatter: Electromechanical Psychedelicosis] [d. Requiem for a Souless Man] I've got a problem A problem with hate I can't go on dragging this weight A cold steel hand that won't let go Acid-filled thoughts out of control I built myself a nice little cage With bars of anger and a lock of rage I can't help asking Who's got the key? When I know damned well it's me No I ain't hinting for sympathy I'm used to dealing with apathy The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime Just wish me better luck next time So what if I died a thousand deaths You think I'm insane but I have no regrets One more time won't matter no question Suicide is self expression. |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Seems three years - though maybe four
someone drops dead - whom i adore you love someone - there will be grief the kiss of death - lips of a thief - goddammit A dusty stack of photographs of times i cried - but mostly laughed commit the past - into blue flame acrid smoke - cowardly shame - goddammit At times i'm truly terrified cause dope and booze - don't help to hide they're used to mask - a weakling's hurt it's just like painting - over dirt Everyone i love is - dead - everyone i love is - dead - all dead life's a game i cannot win both good and bad - must surely end the mirrors - always tell the truth i love myself for hating you Everyone i love is - dead - everyone i love is - dead everyone i love is - dead - everyone i love is - dead - goddammit Goddammit All dead - all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead - all dead goddammit |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... I beg to serve, your wish is my law Now close those eyes and let me love you to death Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging I say the beast inside me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Let me love you too Let me love you to death Hey am I good enough for you? Hey am I good enough for you? Am I? Am I? Am I good enough for you? |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
a) Body Of Christ (Corpus Christi)
b) To Love God c) Jesus Christ Looks Like Me A cross upon her bedroom wall From grace she will fall An image burning in her mind And between her thighs A dying God-man full of pain When will you cum again ? Before him beg to serve or please On your back or knees There's no forgiveness for her sins Prefers punishment ? Would you suffer eternally Or internally ? For her lust She'll burn in hell Her soul done medium well All through mass manual stimulation Salvation Body of Christ She needs The body of Christ She'd like to know God Ooh love God Feel her God Inside of here - deep inside of her Jesus Christ looks like me |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Well i loved my aunt - but she died
and my uncle lou - then he died I'm searching for something which can't be found - but i'm hoping i still dream of dad - though he died Everything dies - everything dies My ma's so sick - she might die though my girl's quite fit - she will die Still looking for someone who was around - barely coping now i hate myself - wish i'd die Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything No why - oh god i miss you no why - oh god i miss you - i really miss you no no no no No why - oh god i miss you no why - oh god i miss you - i really miss you Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything - no no no no Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
She's in love with herself.
She likes the dark. On her milk white neck. The Devil's mark. It's all Hallows Eve. The moon is full. Will she trick or treat. I bet she will. She's got a date at midnight. With Nosferatu. Oh baby, Lilly Munster. Ain't got nothing on you. Well when I called her evil. She just laughed. And cast that spell on me. Boo Bitch Craft. Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing. You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing. Dye em black. Black no. 1 Little wolf skin boots. And clove cigarettes. An erotic funeral. For witch she's dressed. Her perfume smells like. Burning leaves. Everyday is Halloween. Loving you was like loving the dead. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
Not long ago but far away.
A rainy winter's day. All her pain she kept inside. Could no longer hide. No cry for help. She killed herself. Both life & love could not be saved. She took them both to the grave. A pair of souls become undone. Where were two now one. Divided by this wall of death. I soon will join you yet. With my blood I'll find your love. You found the strength to end your life. As you did so shall I. Oh no. Please don't go. It's like a death in the family. A crimson pool so warm & deep. Lulls me to an endless sleep. Your hand in mine - I will be brave. take me from this earth. An endless night - this, the end of life. From the dark I feel your lips. And I taste your bloody kiss. Oh no. Please don't go. It's like a death in the family. Don't die on me. Don't die on me. Don't die on me. Don't die. |
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from Nativity In Black : A Tribute To Black Sabbath [omnibus] (1994)
My name it means nothing
My fortune is less My future is shrouded in dark wilderness Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on, Everything I possess, now they are gone, they are gone, they are gone Oh where can I go to and what can I do? Nothing can please me only thoughts are of you You just laughed when I begged you to stay I've not stopped crying since you went away, you went away, you went away The world is a lonely place you're on your own Guess I will go home sit down and moan Crying and thinking is all that I do, Memories I have remind me of you, of you, of you |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore, more Men are throwing at his home Two glass houses, twenty stones Fourteen yellow, six are blue Could it be worse? Quite doubtful... I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore One, two... One,two,three,four... Two steps forward, three steps back Without warning, heart attack He fell asleep in the snow Never woke up, died alone I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore One, two... One,two,three,four... Please don't dress in black When you're at his wake Don't go there to mourn But to celebrate Please don't dress in black When you're at his wake Don't go there to mourn But to celebrate I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore One, two... One,two,three,four... I don't wanna be |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Grease, Sweat, Coffee, faded shipyard pictures
Giant living there i used to know Author of the testosterone scriptures Where did you go? Now i remember what he told me that time Falling from my bike, scraping my knee: |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Forget the jar of Vaseline
Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen And yeah, You can drool, beg me and hope There's no damn way I'm playing drop the soap OK, I know I'm strange but I ain't no queer So Take your rage and disappear But I'm proud not to be PC 'Cause- I like goils Bad goils all over the place Now I don't know whose ass you've licked No shit-tongued boy will ever taste my dick He says: |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
What Makes you thing that you have won
When the battle has only just begun? Let the punishment fit the crime Bad things come to those in all good time My mistake was to put you first Deceitful bubble was so soon to burst I asked you - believe in just us Now my faith lie in mine own justice How many times must i say I'm not sorry? And how many was can i show you i don't care? Rotting bodies of enemies Cannot smell sweet enough to me What is the price of a friend Who would carry out revenge? In this bleak world of absent laws One in which the just are whores An honour to die for the truth Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth How many times must i say i'm not sorry? And how many ways can i show I don't care? |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Wilma FLintstone, Marcia Brady,
Alice Kramden, Gladys Kravitz, Laverne and Shirley, Jeannie Morticia Adams, Aunt Esther, Sweet Polly Purebread, Natasha Mrs. MacGillicuddy How Could She? Ginger, Mary Anne, MRs. Howell Samantha Stevens, Lieuteniant Uhura, Judy Jetson Olive Oyl, Ethel Mertz Edith Bunker, Marilyn Munster, Rhoda, Penny Robinson How could she? Why don't you love me anymore? Quite upset, angry, just plain annoyed No recourse except for the celluloid in my heart, I know you are not real Though in mind, suspect you still can feel Walt Disney or Hanna-Barbera Black or White, Stunning Technicolor Warner Brothers and the A.A.P. I've become addicted to TV Crissy snow, Catwoman, Creepela, Weezie Jefferson, Betty Rubble, Little Cindy WHo Penelope Pitshop, Lois Lane Vanna White, Wonder Woman, Elly May, Maude, Witchiepoo How Could she? Why Don't You love me anymore? How could You? |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Like a Jew in ancient Spain
And for Christ's name did pay with pain Modern day inquisition What is the link between these crafts? Doctores and thieves, they both wear masks Overpaid meat magicians Life is killing me Your doctorate and Ph.D. Would wipe my ass etched in feces Will not cure your affliction Doctors Jeckyll or Mengele And your face too, they're just a blur Can't improve my condition Life is killing me Appointment made, waited three hours Did not realize you had such power I'd rather see a mortician Your parents saved or had the bucks Your education stems from luck Future corpse: death by physician I have no choice: devoid of rights So pull the plug, it's my damned life Keep me alive to increase your bill A Red Cross hell? - the hospital! Just let me die with dignity It's not suicide, simply mercy Just who do you think you are? Medical school don't make you God Now I don't care what you've been taught Just get me off this life support Just let me die with dignity It's not suicide, simply mercy Life is killing me |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue Miss Red Hook of 1922 Weeping silently for the pain of others Every night a tearful rosary A victim of the curse of empathy Her reward for compassion is to suffer Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes My shortcomings I know caused her grief Still she loves me. This I can't believe! Responding not with anger but a prayer Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill True, I am the son of an Angel Maternally, not one woman compares Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes If you fall, I will catch you When you're lost, I'll be there soon Far away, but of course near When you're sad, I'm always here Thank you for saving me from myself Your compassion became its own hell Unequivocably beautiful inside and out Without a doubt Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes Nettie |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
We were electrocute
In our has-been 1980's suits So electrocute Everyone we knew said it too That's when even strangers knew our names Ten years later sighed ""what a shame"" We were electrocute To make the point again is moot Ssso electrocute How on you I've wasted my youth Your cold eyes of Coney Island sand Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man So proud to be by your side We were a team no one denied Even though I still miss your lips You're about as real as your tits |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
It's been doing some thinking
And felt that she should she know All actions in which partake Are far beyond it's control Whether It was born or bred (Genetic, Environment) I wouldn't bother to ask it why Simply concentrate on when It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed Making plans but it won't tell So longs to hear her final words: |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
My sex-change operation got botched
My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch Now all I got is a Barbie Doll-crotch I got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch I'm from the land where you still hear the cries I had to get out to sever all ties I changed my name and assumed a disguise I got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back The train is coming and I'm tied to the track I try to get up but I can't get no slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch A long story short: When I woke up from the operation I was bleeding down there Bleeding from the gash between my legs My first day as a woman And already it's that time of the month But two days later The hole closed up and the wound healed And I was left with a one inch mound of flesh Where my penis used to be Where my vagina never was A one inch mound of flesh With a scar running down it Like a sideways grimace On an eyeless face It was just a little bulge It was an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back The train is coming and I'm tied to the track I try to get up but I can't get no slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back Stay undercover 'til the night turns to black I got my inch and I'm set to attack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Like a flash of light in an endless night
Life is trapped between two black entities ‘Cause when you trust someone, illusion has begun No way to prepare, impending despair Did one say so cruel: ‘Tis better to love than lose Ignorance is bliss - wish not knew your kiss So many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearned Remember desire only fuels the fire - liar Betwixed birth and death, every breath regret I pity the living, envy for the dead Emotionally stunned, in defense, I'm numb I’d rather not care then to be aware - be scared I don’t need love Are a thousand tears worth a single smile? When you give an inch, will they take a mile? Longing for the past but dreading the future If not being used, well then you’re a user and a loser World reknowned failure at both death and life Given nothingness, purgatory blight To run and hide, a cowardly procedure Options exhausted, except for anesthesia - anesthesia I don’t feel anything.. anything ....... |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Champagne glass of blood and wine
On chocolate hearts alone I dine Candles weeping waxing tears Ten for roses each one a year - disappear Arrows fester in my heart Each memory another dart Love and death both colored red Showing my past, the dream is dead Another lonely Valentine's Day I can't believe things turned out this way And though I hate to see you go I know it must be so Another lonely Valentine's Day Nobody will break your fall All for none, yeah, none for all Nothing's so cruel as the truth Join the Festival of Fools Nobody will break your fall All for none, yeah, none for all Nothing's so cruel as the truth Join the festival, my fools Another lonely Valentine's Day I can't believe things turned out this way And though I hate to see you go I know it must be so Another lonely Valentine's Day The dream is dead. |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Seems three years - though maybe four
someone drops dead - whom i adore you love someone - there will be grief the kiss of death - lips of a thief - goddammit A dusty stack of photographs of times i cried - but mostly laughed commit the past - into blue flame acrid smoke - cowardly shame - goddammit At times i'm truly terrified cause dope and booze - don't help to hide they're used to mask - a weakling's hurt it's just like painting - over dirt Everyone i love is - dead - everyone i love is - dead - all dead life's a game i cannot win both good and bad - must surely end the mirrors - always tell the truth i love myself for hating you Everyone i love is - dead - everyone i love is - dead everyone i love is - dead - everyone i love is - dead - goddammit Goddammit All dead - all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead - all dead goddammit |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
a) Hedgeclipper
b) It's Never Enough With my blood, time, sweat and tears My goal is to dissolve her fears Self-imposed imprisonment In this way feels she must repent In a cell denial made Break the lock, free her from her cage Realizing her days be few Just want to make her comfortable No matter what I do No matter what I do It's never enough I'll lose my mind When it's her time She's so scared, it's unbearable Can't believe God could be so cruel So cruel She held me tight Childhood fright I'm so scared, there's no remedy But so glad for the memories So glad Fuck you god For her one day undestroyed I'd give my soul or life with joy Angel face and saintly love I curse Christ that she suffers so much No matter what I do No matter what I do It's never enough c) The Cruel Tactics Of Emotional Warfare |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... I beg to serve, your wish is my law Now close those eyes and let me love you to death Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging I say the beast inside me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Let me love you too Let me love you to death Hey am I good enough for you? Hey am I good enough for you? Am I? Am I? Am I good enough for you? |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Who is she that kneels - so respectfully before me
A virgin of snow white - purity Do not fear - my fortunate one Let us consummate our igneous union Ave ave satanas Ave ave satanas Ave ave satanas Ave ave satanas I am the shadow - with the eyes, eyes of fire I will fulfill your every - hellish desire Come sit on this throne - here beside me and be mine And we'll watch the flames get higher and higher and higher and higher... Ave ave satanas Ave ave satanas Ave ave satanas Ave ave satanas This is just the start dear friends For i have come to claim revenge My victims turning, running scared You people better go and beware Your weak god can not help you now Come, we will play in the fire Worship the sun Worship no one Worship the sun Worship no one Worship the sun Worship no one |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
a) Body Of Christ (Corpus Christi)
b) To Love God c) Jesus Christ Looks Like Me A cross upon her bedroom wall From grace she will fall An image burning in her mind And between her thighs A dying God-man full of pain When will you cum again ? Before him beg to serve or please On your back or knees There's no forgiveness for her sins Prefers punishment ? Would you suffer eternally Or internally ? For her lust She'll burn in hell Her soul done medium well All through mass manual stimulation Salvation Body of Christ She needs The body of Christ She'd like to know God Ooh love God Feel her God Inside of here - deep inside of her Jesus Christ looks like me |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Idle hands may be the devil's work
Unbridled minds you see are so much worse Too much pity spent and wasting time Irresponsibility, not my only crime, no Obsessive thinking, depressed drinking The person I once was, he is dead Exhume the past this time or be my last This is my final quest to remove my mask, yeah Don't be afraid as she pulled down the shade Said there's nothing to fear but the monster is here So just tell me the time, be it quarter of nine Since the sun's gone away, now the creature will play Ice blue eyes follow me everywhere I go Making my heart appear as lead I hate to wish it but I'll tell you though That I'm quite ready 'cause I'm already dead Don't be afraid as she pulled down the shade Said there's nothing to fear but the monster is here So just tell me the time, be it quarter of nine Since the sun's gone away, now the creature will play Don't be afraid as she pulled down the shade Said there's nothing to fear but the monster is here So just tell me the time, be it quarter of nine Since the sun's gone away, now the creature will play |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
It's no secret we're close
As sweaty velcro Like latex, fur and feathers Stuck together Now In their '62 'vette Sharing one cigarette In a black light trance then Go go dance Then Go go dance Then They keep me warm on cold nights We must be quite a sight In our meat triangle All tangled Wow My girldfriend's girlfriend She looks like you My girlfriend's girlfriend She's my girl too Her and me and her and she and me An uncrowded couple; are we three Hey we don't care what people say When walking hand in hand down kings highway Two for one today My girlfriend's girlfriend She looks like you My girlfriend's girlfriend She's my girl |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Hey Peter, where are you going with that axe in your hand?
Hey Peter, where are you going with that axe in your hand? I'm gonna kill my lady cause I caught her screwing around with some other men I'm gonna kill my lady cause I caught her fucking around with some other men (I really don't go for that shit.) Hey Peter, you know I heard you cut your woman down Hey Peter, you know I heard you cut your woman down Cut her down to the ground Last night I killed my lady I caught her screwing around with every guy in town Last night I killed my lady I caught her screwing around all over this town Hey Peter, where you're gonna run to now? Hey Peter, where you're gonna go? I'll take that D-train take it down to Brighton Beach to bay seven I'll take that D-train take it down to Brighton Beach, Brighton Beach I'll see my baby to heaven I'll see my baby to heaven |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Well i loved my aunt - but she died
and my uncle lou - then he died I'm searching for something which can't be found - but i'm hoping i still dream of dad - though he died Everything dies - everything dies My ma's so sick - she might die though my girl's quite fit - she will die Still looking for someone who was around - barely coping now i hate myself - wish i'd die Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything No why - oh god i miss you no why - oh god i miss you - i really miss you no no no no No why - oh god i miss you no why - oh god i miss you - i really miss you Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything - no no no no Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
I want to live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life With her A dreamer of pictures I run in the night You see us together, chase the moonlight, My cinnamon girl Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow The drummer relaxes, waits between shows (feels right) A dreamer of pictures I run in the night You see us together, chase the moonlight, (all right) My cinnamon girl Pa sent me money now I'm gonna make it somehow I need another chance You see my baby loves to dance Yeah |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Trust and you'll be trusted
Says the liar to the fool Lust and so what if you're busted? In love and war there ain't no rules Do you believe in forever? I don't even believe in tomorrow The only things that last forever Are memories and sorrow Out of sight out of mind The motto of betrayal The prophets preach to forgive and forget I'm sorry, but I am unable You went to L'amour Saturday night Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight His tongue down your throat His hand up your skirt Yeah I'm a man But it still hurts Slut Whore Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) You had cock on your mind And cum on your breath Inserted that diaphragm before you left Practicing freelance gynecology Where there's a womb there's a way With you it's for free Slut Whore Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) Done it before Time after time Refused to learn your lesson Gave 'til it hurt Thought it was right Only fools make mistakes twice So you sit home Drinking alone Empty bottle in your hand Don't even try To sort out the lies It's worse to try to understand You make me hate myself I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
I shan't think of her when I'm awake
However in sleep I can't escape A Coney Island high, when I get inside All I ask is please stay out of my dreams Near the streets of Richmond and Hylan Dwells of Princess of Staten Island A seven dollar toll will get me in her hole All I ask is please stay out of my dreams Though long gone, she won't let me forget When at night I wake up in her sweat A lonely Brooklyn troll, a ghost of red hook old All I ask is please stay out of my dreams With your straight black hair and emerald green eyes Hippies pointing "That's Pete's sister in disguise" May be you had uttered those words as a jest I don't mind the allegations of incest At the time I thought I could love no other Till I heard you say that I was your brother In your e-mail said how much we look like twins How it turned you on just knowing it's a sin Stay out of my dreams I said, stay out of them I said, stay out of my dreams I said, stay out of my dreams Stay out of my dreams I said, stay out of them I said, stay out of my dreams I said, stay out of my dreams |
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from Type O Negative - World Coming Down (1999)
I make a call
So far to fall Restless craving Inundating The summer snow But it's not cold Once it's tested Thus infected I've lost myself again I've lost myself again It's a nightmare But it's clear It will end But when? The break of day I rot away With every breath I pray for death (Death) I've lost myself again I've lost myself again It's a nightmare But it's clear It will end But when? Let me say pepsi generation A few lines of misinformation Watch your money flow away oh so quick To kill yourself properly coke is it |
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from Type O Negative - World Coming Down (1999)
Seems three years
Though maybe four Someone drops dead Whom I adore You love someone There will be grief The kiss of death Lips of a thief Goddamnit A dusty stack of photographs Of times I cried But mostly laughed Commit the past Into blue flame Acrid smoke Cowardly shame Goddamnit At times I'm truly terrified Cause dope and booze don't help to hide They're used to mask a weakling's hurt It's just like painting over dirt Everyone I love is dead Everyone I love is dead (All dead) Life's a game I cannot win Both good and bad must surely end The mirrors always tell the truth I love myself for hating you Everyone I love is dead Everyone I love is dead Everyone I love is dead Everyone I love is dead Goddamnit Goddamnit All dead |
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from Type O Negative - World Coming Down (1999)
Periodic tableware
Psychotropic science fare But who will save the sane? Some beings just can't change Now crawl on by A fake tear in your eye And think isn't he strange Pseudogasmic chemistry Necromorphic apathy But who will save the sane? Some beings just can't change Now crawl on by A fake tear in your eye And think isn't he strange Physical laws unapplied Hamper my quest Unsurreal world of unfailed HIV tests Der ubermensch warning of pi techno junkies - 3.141592653 Come on boy Tell me Tell me Tentative ambulance date bound for G ward Bear trap psychiatrist bait chew my paw off Unmercilessly we will take you away to slumber But only if you can recite avogadro's number Come on boy Tell me Tell me But who will save the sane? Some beings just can't change Now crawl on by A fake tear in your eye And think isn't he strange Now crawl on by A fake tear in your eye And think wasn't he strange |
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from Type O Negative - World Coming Down (1999)
She thinks I'm iron man that I don't feel pain
I don't understand why joy must be feigned I'm so fortunate yet filled with self hate That the mirror shows me an ingrate I could easily start pointing fingers Since the blame is mine it always lingers That the truth it lies in my reflection Though this can't go on there's no question Yeah I know That my world is coming down Yeah I know I know I'm the one who brought it down Brought it down Bring it on down How quickly pass the days long is the night Lying in bed awake bathed in starlight Better to live as king of beasts Than as a lamb scared and weak I will deny my role as a human Holding myself hostage with no demands It's better to burn (to burn) quickly and bright Than slowly and dull (and dull) without a fight Well I know That my world is coming down Now I know I know I'm the one that brought it down Brought it down Yeah, Bring it on down |
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from Type O Negative - World Coming Down (1999)
This halloween
So unlike any other Her final words Don't be afraid Of the green light Of the green light Green light Baby On muddy ground I'm lying drunk on her grave Where I must wait Until she wakes The soil splits Greenwood's ground will quake beneath me And so shall take into the earth To the green light To the green light Baby The autumn air Thickly fills my lungs so sweetly Reminds me of her smoky breath With wine and this bouquet of maple and oak leaves In death or life we'll always be I find myself drawn to her shadow domain I find myself drawn to her shadow domain I find myself drawn to her shadow domain Ah This moonlit night Late october's swirling fog gloom And as promised my love did rise From the green light From the green light Green light I find myself drawn to her shadow domain I find myself drawn to her shadow domain I find myself drawn to her shadow domain Quiet Quiet Quiet |
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from Type O Negative - World Coming Down (1999)
Well I loved my aunt
But she died And my uncle Lou Then he died I'm searching for something which can't be found But I'm hoping I still dream of dad Though he died Everything dies Everything dies My ma's so sick she might die Though my girl's quite fit she will die Still looking for someone who was around Barely coping Now I hate myself Wish I'd die Everything dies Everything dies Everything dies Everything (No why) Oh god I miss you (No why) Oh god I miss you I really miss you (no no no no) Everything dies Everything dies Everything dies Everything |
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from Type O Negative - World Coming Down (1999)
Beautiful yet dangerous
Thermogenic luminous Like a moth drawn to a flame I'm the same All cremated equally As a spark still I knew I'll be lured be consumed She a pyre incarnate incinerate An inferno turned to flesh You are the first will be my last Will be my final words Said she (ah) pyretta blaze Say the words I long to hear Pinch bite kiss suck lick and sear In a pyromantic way I'm her slave Living for her to ignite You are the first will be my last Will be my final words Said she (ah) pyretta blaze |
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from Type O Negative - World Coming Down (1999)
Fall fires burning neath black twisted boughs
Sacrifice to above Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds Offering of this blood Into the flames and without shame Consumed with howls and screams Pumpkins grin in their despair on all Hallows eve Hallows eve Cruel be the wind as it quells my words I shout out to the rain Incantations I've so hope you've heard That you live again From deep earth brings forth rebirth Witness but I shant believe From below a chilling glow on all Hallows eve Hallows eve Be spiderwebbed and glazed in frost She wears death beautifully More stunning now than in her life On a bed of autumn leaves Into her eyes and quite surprised I whispered don't you leave Sing macabre songs and we'll dance til dawn on all Hallows eve Hallows eve Saint lucifer hear me praying to thee On this eve of all saints High be the price but then nothing is free My soul I'll gladly trade Ahhh Hallows eve Ahhh Hallows eve Cold is the night in so many ways Luna round full and bright Deep be the mud on the fresh dug graves On yours I recite An ancient spell I know so well Success is guaranteed I'll bring you back from where you've gone on all Hallows eve Hallows eve Saint lucifer hear me praying to thee On this eve of all saints High be the price but then nothing is free My soul I'll gladly trade Ahhh Hallows eve Ahhh Hallows eve |
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from Type O Negative - World Coming Down (1999)
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out,
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out now, She was a day tripper, One way ticket, yeh! It took me so long to find out, And I found out. She's a big teaser she took me half the way there, She's a big teaser she took me half the way there now, She was a day tripper, One way ticket, yeh! It took me so long to find out, And I found out. Tried to please her, She only played one night stands tried to please her, She only played one night stands now. She was a day tripper, Sunday driver, yeh! It took me so long to find out, And I found out, Day tripper, yeh! |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
In her place one hundred candles burning
as salty sweat drips from her breast her hips move and i can feel what they're saying swaying they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya get ya get yeah Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine i am your servant may i light your cigarette those lips smooth yeah i can feel what you're saying praying they say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya get ya get yeah I beg to serve - your wish is my law now close those eyes - and let me love you to death shall i prove - i mean what i'm saying - begging i say the beast inside of me is gonna get ya - get ya get Ahhhh - let me love you - to - ahhhh - let me love you - to - death - to death Ahhhh - let me love you - to - ahhhh - let me love you - to - death - to death Hey am i good enough - for you am i good enough - for you am i - am i for you - am i - for you am i good enough - for you Be my Druidess Be my druidess - be my everything - be my druidess - be mine Around the pyre - a circle of thirteen - thoughout these woods - ecstatic screams i look deeply - into your eyes - i smell your hair - caress your thighs Now we'll make love by fire light - a blaze so high - it lights the night long fingernails dug in my skin - yourself so wet - invites me in Be my druidess - be my everything - be my druidess - be mine Our lust increased - feeds desire - as we combust - yeah we on fire i feel you shake - so deep inside - you scream my name - and squeeze me tight I'll do anything - to make you cum - i'll do anything - to make you Be my druidess - be my everything - be my druidess - be mine I'll do anything - to make you cum - i'll do anything - to make you I'll do anything - to make you cum - i'll do anything - to make you cum i'll do anything - to make you cum - i'll do anything - to make you I'll do anything - i'll do anything - i'll do anything - to make you |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
Be my druidess
Be my everything Be my druidess Be mine Around the pyre, a circle of thirteen Throughout these woods, ecstatic screams I look deeply into your eyes I smell your hair, caress your thighs Now we'll make love by fire light A blaze so high it lights the night Long fingernails dug in my skin Yourself so wet invites me in Our lust increased feeds desire As we combust, yeah we on fire I feel you shake so deep inside Ooh scream my name and squeeze me tight I'll do anything to make you come |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
Spring won't come, the need of strife
To struggle to be freed from hard ground The evenings mists thad creep and crawl Will drench me in dew and so drown I'm the green man The green man Sol in prime sweet summertime Cast shadows of doubt on my face A midday sun, it's causing hues Refracting within the still lake Autumn in her flaming dress Of orange, brown, gold fallen leaves My mistress of the frigid night I worship, pray to on my knees Winter's breath of filthy snow Befrosted paths to the unknown Have my lips turned true purple? Life is coming to an end So says me,me wiccan friend Nature coming full circle I'm the green man The green man |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
Those loved has long since gone The stockings are hung but who cares Preserved for those no longer there Six feet beneath me sleep Black lights hang from the tree Accents of dead holly Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold) I'm seeing ghosts (I'm drinking old) Red water Red water Red water chase them away My table's been set for but seven Just last year I dined with eleven God damn ye merry gentlemen Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold) I'm seeing ghosts (I'm drinking old) Red water Red water Red water chase them away |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
Now like a bird
She flew away To chase her dream Of books and praise Still I miss her Yeah I miss her Since she's gone At JFK Who played the fool? Self pity sick Jet fuel perfume Still I miss her Yeah I miss her Since she's gone Girl I want to die with you In each other's arms We'll drown in flame If this time were the last time Could I hold you all life long? Since this time is the last time Can I hold you all night long? Lay your head down, for the last time Hey KLM AT+T The UK post system Do you still love me? Still I miss her Yeah I miss her Since she's gone |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
Yeah I think she's falling out of love
Yeah I think she's falling out of love Yeah I know she's fallen out of love Yeah I know she's fallen out of love All of the flowers All of the flowers I gave her She burned them Burned them |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
Hey Bacchus
She hates me Hey Bacchus She hates me The street lamps light are wet old red hook road A furry vino tinted slave Molten oil painted Brooklyn Brigde (Cobblestone grave) A lonely blue girl guards the river bed She shakes her brown torch at the tide On pier six we'd creep and count the cracks (Side by side, see, we're counting cracks) Your mom was out wearing herself inside I'll stop the train to say hello A used boyfriend's just bought her this new car (I said I know) -togetherburn- She said burn Together Burn We'll burn together Now don't believe she'll never leave again I can't forget the words she said back then She said burn We'll burn together. |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
I want to live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life With her A dreamer of pictures I run in the night You see us together, chase the moonlight, My cinnamon girl Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow The drummer relaxes, waits between shows (feels right) A dreamer of pictures I run in the night You see us together, chase the moonlight, (all right) My cinnamon girl Pa sent me money now I'm gonna make it somehow I need another chance You see my baby loves to dance Yeah |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again And in lupine ways We'll alleviate the pain Unholy water Sanguine addiction Those silver bullets A last blood benediction It is her moon time When there's iron in the air A rusted essence Woman may I know you there Hey wolf moon Come cast your spell on me Hey wolf moon Come cast your spell on me Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away Yourself in my mouth Will you leave me with your taste? Beware The woods at night Beware The lunar night So in this grey haze We'll be meating again And on that great day I will tease you all the same |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
A swollen sun melting in the horizon
Between the sheets where I wait for her to come A living flame, impossible to resist Burning me deep with every bite, kiss and lick I'm haunted I'm haunted I'm haunted (by her) Invades my sleep with tumescent intentions Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon I hate the morning I hate the morning From the panes a green mist swirls Is it a shadow of reflection? This apparition in moon beams bathed A voice like wind through trees beckons Cool rain on hot summer stone The odor fills my presence Of freshly dug grave and death and night These things are her essence Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover Your mouth of wine and wooksmoke taste My goddess of the violet twilight You are lust incarnate In the sweat of my bed The eastern sky hints of dawning Alone and awake but exhausted I lie Oh how I hate the morning I hate the morning (light) I hate the morning (light) |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
A cross upon her bedroom wall.
From grace she will fall. An image burning in her mind. And between her thighs. A dying God-man full of pain. When will you cum again? Before him beg to serve or please. On your back or knees. There's no forgiveness for her sins. Prefers punishment? Would you suffer eternally. Or internally? For her lust. She'll burn in hell. Her soul done medium well. All through mass manual stimulation. Salvation. Body of Christ. She needs. The body of Christ. She'd like to know God. Ooh love God. Feel her God. Inside of her - deep inside of her. Jesus Christ looks like me. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
She's in love with herself.
She likes the dark. On her milk white neck. The Devil's mark. It's all Hallows Eve. The moon is full. Will she trick or treat. I bet she will. She's got a date at midnight. With Nosferatu. Oh baby, Lilly Munster. Ain't got nothing on you. Well when I called her evil. She just laughed. And cast that spell on me. Boo Bitch Craft. Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing. You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing. Dye em black. Black no. 1 Little wolf skin boots. And clove cigarettes. An erotic funeral. For witch she's dressed. Her perfume smells like. Burning leaves. Everyday is Halloween. Loving you was like loving the dead. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
See the curtains hanging' in the window.
In the evening on a friday night. A little light-a-shinin' through the window. Lets me know everything's all right. Summer breeze makes me feel fine. Blowin' through the jasmine in my mind. See the paper layin' on the sidewalk. A little music from the house next door. So I walk on up to the door step. Through the screen and across the floor. Sweet days of summer - the jasmine's in bloom. July is dressed up and playing her tune. And I come home from a hard day's work. And you're waiting there. Not a care in the world. See the smile awaitin in the kitchen. Food cookin' and the plates for two. Feel the arms that reach out to hold me. In the evening when the day is through. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
Summer girl.
Set me on fire. Summer girl. Set me on fire. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
Right wing commies.
Leftist Nazis. Point their fingers. Rumours linger. We don't care what you think. Branded sexist. Labelled racist. Want it clearer? Check the mirror. We don't care what you think. Lies and slander in vain try to shame us. Riots, protests, violence just makes us famous. TV interviews, free publicity. Increase record sales dramatically The left they say I'm a facist. The right calling me a communist. Hate hate hate hatred for all - one and all. No matter what you believe. Don't believe in you - and that's true. Some would say that we're biased. Accusations that we are racist. Well, shit comes in all hues. Now this means you. Cause things ain't always like they seem. Like they seem. We hate everyone. We don't care what you think. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
Not long ago but far away.
A rainy winter's day. All her pain she kept inside. Could no longer hide. No cry for help. She killed herself. Both life & love could not be saved. She took them both to the grave. A pair of souls become undone. Where were two now one. Divided by this wall of death. I soon will join you yet. With my blood I'll find your love. You found the strength to end your life. As you did so shall I. Oh no. Please don't go. It's like a death in the family. A crimson pool so warm & deep. Lulls me to an endless sleep. Your hand in mine - I will be brave. take me from this earth. An endless night - this, the end of life. From the dark I feel your lips. And I taste your bloody kiss. Oh no. Please don't go. It's like a death in the family. Don't die on me. Don't die on me. Don't die on me. Don't die. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
So you've come to say you're very sorry.
"It won't happen again - forgive me?" Time will not heal these wounds. And I'm bleeding because of you. Was everything we had just a joke? I've run out of patience, tears and hope. Love does not conquer all. And I'm screaming because of you. Too late for apologies. In the shadow of the light from a black sun. Frigid statue standing icy blue and numb. Where are the frost giants I've begged for protection? I'm freezing. Cold winter winds that chill my heart with sleet & snow. Not from the north come to this glacial abode. But from your dimension cryogenic limbo. I'm freezing. I'm frozen. It's too late. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
I always thought we'd be together.
And that our love could not be better. Well with no warning you were gone. I still don't know what went gone. You don't know what I've been through. Just want to put my love in you. No more nights. Of blood & fire. All those special memories. Now I bleed for you - burn for me. Perhaps I was just dreaming. When I think these things had real meaning. You don't know what I've been through. Just want to put my love in you. Love eternal. Lust eternal. Bleeding, burning. Needing, yearning. I see your face in every flame. With no answers I have only myself to blame. Of all the women I have known - they're not you. I'd rather be alone. No more nights. Of blood & fire. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
I can't lose you.
I can't lose you. No I can't lose you. I can't lose you. |
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from Type O Negative - Slow, Deep And Hard (1991)
[a. Anorganic Transmutogenesis (synthetic division)]
Trust and you'll be trusted Says the liar to the fool Lust and so what if you're busted? In love and war there ain't no rules Do you believe in forever? I don't even believe in tomorrow The only things that last forever Are memories and sorrow Out of sight out of mind The motto of betrayal The prophets preach to forgive and forget I'm sorry, but I am unable [b. coitus interruptus] [c. I Know You're Fucking Someone Else] You went to L'amour Saturday night Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight His tongue down your throat His hand up your skirt Yeah I'm a man But it still hurts Slut Whore Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) You had cock on your mind And cum on your breath Inserted that diaphragm before you left Practicing freelance gynecology Where there's a womb there's a way With you it's for free Slut Whore Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) Done it before Time after time Refused to learn your lesson Gave 'til it hurt Thought it was right Only fools make mistakes twice So you sit home Drinking alone Empty bottle in your hand Don't even try To sort out the lies It's worse to try to understand You You make me hate myself I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) I know (He knows) I said I know (He said he knows) I know (He knows) |
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from Type O Negative - Slow, Deep And Hard (1991)
[a. Socioparasite]
Hey you on public assistance Why don't you get a job? Sell some dope and buy some pride It's the only thing you couldn't rob Socioparasite Socioparasite How does it feel to live for free? Get off society's back Skells like you allowed to live You wonder why we're taxed Socioparasite Socioparasite [b. Waste of Life] Waste of life You're a waste of life Getting fucked up on Classon Avenue Smoking crack and drinking booze Spike in your arm No money for food But there's plenty of gas in your BMW There's a dopewhore waiting at home Dealing your shit on the chemophone Poor Tawana gets born with a birth defect But it only increases your welfare check Been doing some thinking and I have an answer To arrest the spreading cancer Send you back to where you came from Get the fuck rid of you (sub)human scum If you don't pay taxes you shouldn't vote So get in line and get back on the boat I'd love to tear down all those projects Kiss my ass home relief reject Waste of life You're a waste of life Waste of life You're a waste of life |
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from Type O Negative - Slow, Deep And Hard (1991)
[a. Type "A" Personality Disorder]
Hatred Obsessing me Hatred Possessing me Anger Burning me Anger Turning me Into someone I don't Into someone I don't know Into someone I don't know Rage That's shaking me Rage That's making me Into someone I don't Into someone I don't know Into someone I don't know I don't know [b. Kill You Tonight] I'll kill you tonight I'll kill you tonight I'll kill you tonight I'll fuckin' kill you And now you die! Oh you're dead now! Yeeeaaah-Hoooooo! I got a pickax in the trunk of my car I'll put it on the grinder to get it real sharp There's an ugly green monster in my head Won't leave me alone Until you're dead I called your house but you couldn't be reached So I took the D train to Brighton Beach You're doing the thing with a brand new man Checking out the stars Screwing on the sand Kill you Kill you Punishment Kill you Took some steriods and adrenaline Finlandia vodka and hallucinagens Mixed it with blood and orange juice Liquid protein and ice cubes Staring down at your sweaty embraces Put my tool right through your faces Well buddyboy I hope you enjoyed her 'Cause I'm an equal opportunity destroyer Kill you Kill you Punishment Kill you I'll kill you tonight I'll kill you tonight I'll kill you tonight I'll fuckin' kill you [c. Love You to Death] chop chop chop ... |
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from Type O Negative - Slow, Deep And Hard (1991)
[a. The Truth]
[b. God Love Fire Woman Death] There is no pain like that of desire Is there no difference between women and fire? One burns the spirit The other the flesh Is sex worth the price of certain death? Absolution I am whole Absolution I am Open her loins and into the hearth Don't let her flames consume your heart For the quest of holy copulation The end result? Self immoliation Absolution I am whole Absolution I am Love is life Life is love Love is pain Pain is death [c. Jackhammerape] Agony and ecstacy Your cries of pain my pleasure To know my machine internally Your torment I treasure Lifeblood combines with semen Your screaming my laughter The compressor is running smoothly 'Tis vengeance I am after Begging becomes your lovesong You're dying I masturbate For the crime of burning me I give to thee Jackhammerape [d. Pain (is irrelevant)] Pain Pain Pain Pain I hope you enjoy this (Pain) |
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from Type O Negative - The Origin Of The Feces (1992)
Trust and you'll be trusted
Says the liar to the fool Lust - so what if you're busted? In love and war there ain't no rules Do you believe in forever? I don't even believe in tomorrow The only things that last forever Are memories and sorrow Out of sight out of mind The motto of betrayal The prophets preach to forgive and forget I'm sorry, but I am unable You went to L'amour Saturday night Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight His tongue down your throat His hand up your skirt Yeah I'm a man But it still hurts Slut Hooker Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) You had cock on your mind And cum on your breath Inserted that diaphragm before you left Practicing freelance gynecology Where there's a womb there's a way With you it's for free Slut You bloody whore Cunt I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) Done it before So many times I refused to learn my lesson Gave 'til it hurt I thought it was right Only fools make mistakes twice So I sit home Drinking alone Empty bottle in my hand Don't even try To sort out the lies It's worse to try to understand You make me hate myself I know you're fucking someone else (He knows you're fucking someone else) |
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from Type O Negative - The Origin Of The Feces (1992)
Are you afraid, afraid to die
Don't be afraid, afraid to try Are you afraid to die Don't be afraid of suicide Just take that razor blade And cut your wrist down to the bone And die laughing Are you afriad, afraid to die Don't be afraid, afraid to try Suicide Suicide |
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from Type O Negative - The Origin Of The Feces (1992)
1, 2, 3, 4 - I don't wanna live no more
Well I've got no more reason to live And I've got no more love to give Tonight's the night I'll paint the town red I'll put another hole through my head Unjustifiable existence I feel the weight of a world on my back I've seen the future The future looks black It's what I must do I have no reservations Ain't talk 'bout self preservation Unjustifiable existence Gravity crushing me Gravity crushing me I can see God Yeah I feel something pulling me down It's forcing me between myself and the ground Of all the nightmares that ever came true I think that gravity is you Unjustifiable existence Gravity crushing me Gravity crushing me |
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from Type O Negative - The Origin Of The Feces (1992)
Agony and ecstacy
Your cries of pain my pleasure To know my machine internally Your torment I treasure Lifeblood combines with semen Your screaming my laughter The compressor is running smoothly 'Tis vengeance I am after Pain Begging becomes your lovesong You're dying I masturbate For the crime of burning me I give to thee Jackhammerape Hatred obsessing me Hatred possessing me Anger burning me Anger turning me Into someone I don't know Rage shaking me Rage making me Into someone I don't know I'll kill you tonight |
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