1. Static Age
2. T.V. Casualty
3. Hybrid Moments
4. Spinal Remains
5. Come Back
6. Some Kinda Hate
7. Theme For A Jackal
8. Angelfuck
9. Who Killed Marilyn
10. Where Eagles
Dare
11. She
12. Halloween
13. American Nightmare
Static Age
Static, static, static.
We're on a video rage. Static, static, static. We're on a video
rage. We're all blue from projection tubes. We're all blue
from projection tubes. This is the static age we live in. Our
eyes criss-cross, hold and gaze. This is the static age we live in.
Breathe in. Catch your radiation blue disease and turning, tossing.
This is a static age. Our very static age. This is a static
age. Static, static, static. We're on a video rage. Static,
static, static. We're on a video rage. And we're all blue from
projection tubes. We're all blue from projection tubes.
T.V. Casualty
There are paint smears on
everything I own. The vapor rub is lying on a table of filth.
Christmas cards to which I never reply. My eyeballs absorb only blue
filtered light. T.V. casualty, T.V. casualty. We're all right.
T.V. casualty, T.V.
casualty. I wish they'd
put prince namor on the tube. Hold on, I think I have to puke.
There's a spot in the corner where I always go. I like to feed the
flies that I know. But please don't feed my television screen.
Please don't feed my television screen. Please don't feed my television
screen. Please don't feed my television screen. T.V. casualty,
T.V. casualty. We're all right. T.V. casualty, T.V. casualty.
Babies in prison, they call it a womb. Nine month sentence, no paroles.
Livers of steel stuck in your lungs. Breathe deep, we need a donor
for blood. Jaguars at the cemetery. Cadillacs grazing at your
grave. Zeniths grazing at your grave. Sonys grazing at your
grave. T.V. casualty, T.V. casualty. We're all right.
T.V. casualty, T.V. casualty. We're all right. T.V. casualty,
T.V. casualty.
Hybrid Moments
If you're gonna scream, scream
with me. Moments like this never last. When do creatures rape
your face? Hybrids opened up the door. Oh baby, when you cry
your face is momentary. You hide your looks behind these scars.
In hybrid
moments... give me a moment.
Give me a moment... give me a moment. Oh baby, when you cry your
face is momentary. You hide your looks behind these scars.
In hybrid moments... in hybrid moments. In hybrid moments... in hybrid
moments... give me a moment... give me a moment.
Spinal Remains
This isn't really sex.
This isn't really life. This isn't really anything I think I like.
And I will not sit on broken glass. Not for you or anyone.
I will not cut my ass. We have no reasons, but we still have fun
down on the floor. Baby, whisper my name. Yeah, when you rip
my back to shreds. I'll dig my boots into the soft remains of your
spine. I wanna savage your spinal remains. I wanna savage...
baby, your spinal remains... in chains. This isn't really sex.
This isn't really life. This isn't really anything I think I like.
And I will not sit on broken glass. Not for you or anyone.
I will not cut my fucking ass. I wanna savage, savage your spinal
remains. I wanna savage... baby, your spinal remains... they're making
you change.
Come Back
Come back little raven and
bite my face. I've been waiting, endless waiting. Come back
and bite my face. Come back little raven, descend your home.
This is not then, it is not now. Come back, descend your throne.
I think you realize what I've done. Well, on a corner slept my horrible
corpse. I'm not alive for anyone. I think you realize what
I've done. You gotta come back. You gotta come back.
You gotta come back. You gotta come back. Come back little
raven, here by my face. I've been waiting, endless waiting.
Come back and bite my face. I think you realize what I've done.
We're on the corner, slashed my heart for fun. I'm not alive for
anyone. I think you realize what I've done. You gotta come
back. You gotta come back. You gotta come back. You gotta
come back. You gotta come back, come back. Well, come back,
right back to me. You gotta come back, come back. Come on back,
right back to me. You gotta come back, come back. Come on back,
right back to me. You gotta come back, come back. Come on back,
right back to me, yeah.
Some Kinda Hate
There's some kinda love and
there's some kinda hate. The maggots in the iron lung won't copulate.
And it's a woah oh, oh, oh, oh. And it's a woah oh, oh, oh, oh.
And it's a woah oh, oh, oh, oh. I said woah, woah oh, oh. Hear
the cats cry, little tortured babies in pain. Cracked necks by settled
limbs they don't hesitate. And it's a woah oh, oh, oh, oh.
Baby, woah oh, oh, oh, oh. And it's a woah oh, oh, oh, oh.
I said woah, woah oh, oh. There's some kinda love and there is some
kinda hate. I'm gonna tell you all about it now. The maggots
in the eye of love won't copulate. And it's a woah oh, oh, oh, oh.
Baby, woah oh, oh, oh, oh. Baby, woah oh, oh, oh, oh. I said
woah, woah oh, woah.
Theme For A Jackal
Dry, drunk on a corner.
Wet waste of a girl. Theme for a jackal. Play you a death song.
You probably listen. Stand idly by as they rape your children, like
you do now. In fact, you showed them how. All thoughts are
in place. All deeds are complete. Play, theme for a jackal,
play. Die sweet prince. Meat tastes like mince. The jackal's
eaten enough for today. Die sweet prince. Meat tastes like
shit. Enough to make that jackal spit. Spit, jackal, spit.
Spit and choke on the lives you've taken. You can't shake them loose.
All morsels are gone, they're too small. Accessible from a source
so tall. Little sister all of my love. "Bitch!" "Bitch!",
she is. Cut her from the inside out. Dead daughter in the river.
Entrance gained by her liver. Play, theme for a jackal, play.
They play you a death song. You probably listen. Stand idly
by as they rape your children, like you do now. In fact you showed
them how. Play, theme for a jackal, play. Play, theme for a
jackal, play.
Angelfuck
Little angelfuck, it's a
shame that luck is the only thing. Did you like the fun? Did
you like the times that I promised you? Open wounds on your brow,
little angel in red. She isn't loving you anymore. Little angelfuck,
I see you going down on a fireplug. Little angelfuck, size for everyone.
Let those bastards believe. Dry your eyes and we'll leave.
She isn't loving you anymore. Little angelfuck, I see you going down
on a fireplug. Oh, little angelfuck, size for everyone. Let
those bastards believe. Dry your eyes and we'll leave. She
isn't loving you anymore.
Who Killed Marilyn?
1, 2, 3, 4. 5:25, August
5th, 1962. Found her lying on her chest, her face all turning blue.
You think it was an overdose, but could it have been the pact? Could
it have been the Kennedy's? Was it L.A.P.D.? It ain't a mystery.
Baby, not to me. What a... what a... what a mystery. Baby,
not to me. Rotted corpse, sex decay. Breasts all full of slugs.
No answer for the accident. Her cunt has all dried up, you see.
5:25, August 5th, 1962. Make it seem a suicide. Make it seem
a suicide. Make it seem a suicide. Make it seem a suicide.
It ain't a mystery. Baby, not to me. What a... what a... what
a mystery. Baby, not to me. It ain't a mystery. Baby
not to me. What a... what a... what a mystery. Baby, not to
me. Whoah. Whoah. Whoah. Whoah oh.
Where Eagles Dare
We walk the streets at night.
We go where eagles dare. They pick up every movement. They
pick up every loser. With jaded eyes and features, you think they
really care? I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch. You better
think about it baby. I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch. You
better think about it baby, babe. The omelet of disease awaits your
noontime meal. Her mouth of germicide seducing all your plans.
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch. You better think about it baby.
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch. You better think about it baby,
babe. Let's test your threshold of pain. Let's see how long
you last. That's happened in your rape, on bosoms of your past.
With jaded eyes and features, you think they really care? Let's go
where eagles dare. We'll go where eagles dare. I ain't no goddamn
son of a bitch. You better think about it baby. I ain't no
goddamn son of a bitch. You better think about it baby. I ain't
no goddamn son of a bitch. You better think about it baby.
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch. You better think about it baby,
babe.
She
She walked out with empty
arms. Machine gun in her hand. She is good and she is bad.
No one understands. She walked in. In silence never spoke a
word. She's got a rich daddy. She's her daddy's girl.
She loves naked sin. He loves evil sex. She has lost control.
They are growing old. She will hide in silence, then her day will
come. She was virgin vixen. She is on the run. She is
on the run. She is on the run.
Halloween
Bonfires burning bright.
Pumpkin faces in the night. I remember Halloween. Dead cats
hanging from poles. Little dead are out in droves. I remember
Halloween. Brown leafed vertigo, where skeletal life is known.
I remember Halloween. This day anything goes. Burning bodies
hanging from poles. I remember Halloween. Halloween, Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween. Candy apples and razor blades. Little
dead are soon in graves. I remember Halloween. This day anything
goes. Burning bodies hanging from poles. I remember Halloween,
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween. Halloween, Halloween, Halloween,
Halloween. Oh!
American Nightmare
Hot cherry on fire and it'll
suck it down my spine. I put an axe in my baby's head. I'm
gonna end up doing time. She looks so good in red. American
nightmare running scared. I shoulda let her go. I shoulda let
hold of her. I shoulda let hold of her, babe. I had to split
your head. American nighmare running scared. I'm headin' down
the highway. Sign has three inverted nines. If the Lord don't
get me the devil will, but not without a fight. Does this highway
ever fuckin' end? American nightmare running scared. American
nightmare running scared. I'm headin' down the highway. Sign
has three inverted nines. If the Lord don't get me the devil will,
but not without a fight. Does this highway ever fuckin' end?
American nightmare running scared. American nightmare running scared.