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One More Fix
01:49
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There's so much blood leaking out of my basement
There's vampires living on the estate now
Well they want to put a stake in me
Sometimes I wish that i'd never been born
Sometimes I wish that I could only sleep
But all I need is one more fix
Well I heard it from a friend
His minds totally smashed to pieces
She told him that she's through with me
Cause I've been hanging round her sisters place
Sometimes she won't give in
Sometimes I feed
And all I need is one more fix
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Cyanide
03:55
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Well you won't notice as I walk by
But Ive been cursing you with my voodoo eye
You're making fun of me but I ain't blind
I heard you laughing but I don't mind
Little Cyanide Pill
You're gonna give me all my thrills
Little cyanide pill
You'll take care of all my ills
Well I know I'm different and you think I'm sick
And you can't understand what makes me tick
I know you couldn't care for what I think
But you you should be more careful about what you drink
Little Cyanide Pill
You're gonna give me all my thrills
Little cyanide pill
You'll take care of all my ills
Little cyanide pill.
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Be My Frankenstein
03:32
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Well you can tell from my bloodshot eyes
That it ain't no joke and it ain't no lie
I need someone to oil my mind
Stitch my heart and nail my spine
You could be my Frankenstein (alright)
Well the girls get scared / the boys run and hide
From the way that I walk and my crooked smile
I need someone to oil my mind
Stitch my heart and nail my spine
You could be my Frankenstein (alright)
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I hear the creaking of the broken floor
I hear the scratching at my front door
I never saw nothing like this before
And I don't want to have to board the windows no more
Ever been trapped in a living hell
Behind the couch with the shotgun shells
Turn off the lights and the TV as well
and put out the fire so nobody can tell
Staring out the window through the nails and the wood
They gonna try to bite like you know that they would
Rattling all the locks with a pitch and a trowel
When did this town ever get so foul?
Well you can see it in the whites of their eyes
No don't be fooled cause it ain't no disguise
You see em standing all about on the lawn
And you know it won't be easy staying alive till the dawn
I'm moving out of this cemetery
This house is more like a mortuary
I'm heading down to the basement floor
And I don't want to have to bar the doors no more
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Like the return of Frankenstein
Like the psycho in the shower stall
Like the revenge of the killer robots
Like all the zombies hanging out at the mall
I got a belly full of razor blades
I got the spider living down the hall
I got to try and raise a body count
Cause I don't feel I'm really living at all
No I don't feel Im really living at all
I wanna kill kill kill kill kill kill kill alright!
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Poison Pen
02:57
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You can't ignore that mail box warning
You'll never find your fingers in the morning
SLeeping with a gun underneath your bed
Waking up with a tightrope round your neck
On and on until the dawn glues you together
Now if you're dreaming you're dreaming of me tonight
Voodoo doll in hand and pins in tight
Cooking up a recipe to putflies in your head
Waking up with a knife pressed to your neck
On and on until the dawn glues you together
There's poisons you can't taste and you can't see
Spirits to collect your soul and bring it back to me
Creeping back from the day now it's too bright
Tell me can you survive for one more night?
Climb the stairs now shaking full of dread
Pray to god that you won't wake up dead
on and on until the dawn glues you together
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Blood In My Mouth
04:16
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Devils Teeth
05:21
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I went home to start again
I burned out on lies and sin
Now the moon it's rising from the east
The sun won't shine down on me
Lost my things down in Georgia
When I returned the girl was torture
Satans cousin is pulling at my teeth
The sun it's scorching down on me
She repent on broken knee
I then leave for the city
the train is headed for the sea
The moon it's rising from the east
Satans cousin keeps pulling at my teeth
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Everyone I Went To School With Is Dead
Found one alive and shot him in the head
Everyone I Went To School With Is Dead
There's no-one left i went to school with alive
The papers say that they mysteriously died
There's no-one left i went to school with alive
Now I've got an itch in my brain
That can't be scratched away
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11. |
El Hombre Invisible
03:08
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I just got back from living inside
And my clothes they didn't fit right
It's been a lng time since I've spoken to you
I had no change to make the phonecall
I asked this lady for a dollar
she didn't really seem to wanna
sometimes it's like they see right through you
sometimes it's ike they see right through you
El Hombre Invisible
I took her car and got it started
I'm gona give this guy a shocker
I'm heading back down to the alley
I got my gun back from a locker
Well I'm just trying to make things even
Can't see a need to keep on living
Don't you know they see right through you?
Don't you know they see right through you?
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12. |
Ghost Town Diner
03:37
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Broke down in Kingsland with a knife in my back
I've been struck by a few
I left the pines and I'm never coming back
What more can a Ghost town boy do?
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