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Your Pretty Face
01:35
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YOUR PRETTY FACE:
Flames are going to lick your pretty face
It's getting too hard to breathe
Flames are going to lick your pretty face
It's getting too hot to breathe
You can inhale... but surprise, surprise, it leads to your demise.
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Good Old Ed Gein
02:25
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GOOD OLD ED GEIN:
He used to babysit my kids sometimes
and don't you know they all turned out fine
old Ed Gein was a friend of mine
I never spoke bad about his mother
because we all know what happened to his brother
old Ed Gein was a friend of mine
OLD ED GEIN WAS A FRIEND OF MINE
OLD ED GEIN WAS A FRIEND OF MINE
He decided to decorate his home
all he needed was fresh skin and some bones
old Ed Gein was a friend of mine
he stumbled in a trance, stumbled in a daze
what do you know, he robbed a couple of graves
old Ed Gein was a friend of mine
OLD ED GEIN WAS A FRIEND OF MINE
OLD ED GEIN WAS A FRIEND OF MINE
He pulled me to the side and he said maybe
I think I want to be a lady
old Ed Gein was a friend of mine
he loved to dress up, loved to pretend
he made costumes from human flesh
old Ed Gein was a friend of mine
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Far From Safety
01:57
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FAR FROM SAFETY:
I'm pacing the streets and my fists are clenched
I'm spitting blood, breathing this towns foul stench
replaying moments, trying to make some sense
and combing the pavement for pounds and pence
Out of options and out of luck
there's no place to go, it looks like I'm stuck
I slammed the door for the last time
never going back, will never swallow my pride
FAR FROM SAFETY, FAR FROM GRACE
FAR FROM SAFETY, THIS FAMILIAR PLACE
Searching for comfort, it can't be found
wary of silence, fearful of sound
foxes rummage through nearby bins
still trying to take it all on the chin
I've got to find somewhere to rest my head
my mind's awake but my body's dead
sleeping rough tonight, with no company
threats and promises they mean nothing to me
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4. |
The Ballad of Abe Sada
02:19
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THE BALLAD OF ABE SADA:
There's no need to leave the room or even the bed
we'll be drinking and fucking for days on end
but I can't stand for us to be apart
and you won't leave without a beating heart
I thought this was the end but it's just the start
We feel the thrill of subjugation and power
as our sex games pass the minutes and the hours
you asked me not to stop, although it was a joke
when you sleep again I will continue to choke
you know both our lives are going up in smoke
IF I CANT HAVE YOU, NO ONE WILL
ALTHOUGH SECRECY PROVIDES SUCH A THRILL
TRUE LOVE WILL FUEL MY NEED TO KILL
After the act there'll be a sense of calm
and I'll reflect as I caress your arm
from the bed eventually I'll rise
with a sudden urge to fetch myself a knife
I couldn't bare to share you with another woman or your wife
I'll take a souvenir to keep by my side
so we can be together until I end my life
just know that my motive was love and not jealousy
and I'll keep the piece that meant the most to me
and in time they'll be writing novels and making terrible movies
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Six Feet Under
03:01
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SIX FEET UNDER:
Clawing at the coffin lid
screaming as I bang my head
my eyes adapt quickly to the darkness
I feel the warmth of my own piss
ENGULFED BY FEAR IF TRUTH BE TOLD
MY HEARTBEAT RACES, I LOSE CONTROL
AND I JUST WOKE UP, SIX FEET UNDER
I JUST WOKE UP, SIX FEET UNDER
Fingernails all caked in blood
muscles ache and knuckles numb
splinters, scratches and desperation
panic, dread and suffocation
Crying out with my tears streaming
I struggle to control my breathing
I can't accept this is my fate
although I know there's no escape
I feel the walls start closing in
pray for help, repent my sins
my mind scrambles for an explanation
but there will be no salvation
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Jonestown
02:31
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JONESTOWN:
THEY'VE GOT A LEADER
WHO THINKS HE'S JESUS
I've never heard a man speak like this before
sermons are jumping like a rocking dance floor
spread a message of love and equality
and helping those in need in poor communities
He will be your friend, your father, your saviour
there's no way back and dissent is betrayal
noble ideals have now been twisted
a hell on earth and these victims enlisted
To prove your devotion sure takes a lot
agree to be poisoned or end up shot
when your messiah shows his true face
you've got to admit that it's been a mistake
Cut off from the world in complete isolation
how can you question these divine decisions
drugs, paranoia, talk of conspiracy
well in the end they gained death, not liberty
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Manhattan
02:41
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MANHATTAN:
Hey Little Boy, hey Fat Man
born and raised in Manhattan
hey Little Boy, hey Fat Man
bringers of death and destruction
BLAST! FIRE! RADIATION!
AND SICKNESS FOR THE NEXT GENERATION
BLAST! FIRE! RADIATION!
UNPRECEDENTED... DEVASTATION!
Hey Little Boy, hey Fat Man
strut your stuff for Joe Stalin
hey Little Boy, hey Fat Man
did you really believe it was a righteous plan?
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Son of a Witch
02:40
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SON OF A WITCH:
I'm the one who sacrifices your livestock
corrupts your children and poisons your crop
because casting spells is so much fun
when evil is in your blood
I'M A SON OF A WITCH
A GOD DAMNED SON OF A WITCH
I'm the reason why your wife is distant
and why your daughter has unholy interests
you can sell your soul to gain an insight
dancing naked under the full moons light
I made a deal with you know who
now I can do things that you can't do
I wear his mark like a badge of pride
and I control the forces of the night
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Straightjacket
02:38
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STRAIGHTJACKET:
I'm tired of looking through medicated eyes
and I don't want to hide myself beneath a disguise
BREAK OUT THE STRAIGHTJACKET
I'm pacing like an animal, I feel unwell
I am tired of dancing in this padded cell
BREAK OUT THE STRAIGHTJACKET
My mind, my brain is a total mess
and my body, my soul, I'm a nervous wreck
BREAK OUT THE STRAIGHTJACKET
it's a crazy world in which we remain
so why is it considered strange to feel insane?
BREAK OUT THE STRAIGHTJACKET
Just shut up and be the same
you're a number, you're not a name
spend your money and waste your time
to fit in and live a lie
never dare to deviate
you're too afraid and too ashamed
you can't express and you can't confide
a prisoner of your own life
just shut up and be the same
just shut up and be the same
you're a number, not a name
I can't shake the feeling that I've been enslaved
could there be more to life than being well behaved?
BREAK OUT THE STRAIGHTJACKET
I've been shaped and moulded from an early age
and it's about time that I leave this cage
BREAK OUT THE STRAIGHTJACKET
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Pornscars Berlin, Germany
We mix styles we like, write songs about fucked up things we find interesting, and are as ugly on the inside as we are on the outside.
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