Sadistic wicked ones. Still the mortal sting. I am the only one. A dark and dreary thing. . And the blood washes. Across the crucified. Yeah, so few are chosen.
She got a corpse. Under her bed. She had her fun. But now he's dead. Her mama said. Come feed desire. Her brother said. Hey, throw him on the fire. . This is the house.
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Sadistic wicked ones. Still the mortal sting. I am the only one. A dark and dreary thing. . And the blood washes. Across the crucified. Yeah, so few are chosen.
Born with hesitation onto floating stone what better than a riverview - a slum by any other name scum - scum perfect and friendly to a given point - point to stretch your skin thin thinner than.
Death is on the midway. Gambling with souls. Roulette on the wire. Ace is in the hole. I sink beneath the feeling. Moon is in my hands. A crooked wheel of twenty-one.
Listen to the dream of life - a. Conversation - hustle me beneath a. Spark - flesh or reflection-faith. Can't hold insto-matic soul -. Trapped the light - a fool for.
Listen. To the horror of satan sea. Listen. To the guns of superman. Well I say. Return to a platinum stranger. Hooked on. The enemy under your skin. Panic.
Yeah, I am the super-eye. A blackened dream a golden eye. Trapped in a fantasy. A silent clown, a villain see. . Mongrels of pinball filth. Electric shrines to boogey tilt.
Blonde haired baby standing by the road. A pistol in her hand and talking on the phone. Said go to California, go to California. Sidewalk gazing diamonds in the sky.
What do you see when you look at me. I know what I see when I look at you. What do you see see when you close your eyes. Can you open your head and step inside.
They call me Shindig Johnny Punk. A regular ghost face peepshow funk. They call me Screaming Lord Dinosaur. Commander in chief of a voodoo war. They call me Mother Superior Joe.
Years have a come and gone. now I stand forward. more than I ever was. assault and reassemble. mr. paranoid. a real backseat driver. but, I had to move out of there. yea as fast as I can. time w.
He who gets slapped and he who gets saved. He who brutalizes the timeless stage. He is the mongrel, he wants it all. He lives for relics, hang on the wall.
He who gets slapped and he who gets saved,. He who brutalizes the timeless stage.. He is the mongrel, he wants it all,. He lives for relics, hang on the wall..
I feel so good I feel so numb, yeah. . Yeah! Mud bath, acrobat, a midnight drive. Everybody's slippin', everybody survive. Radio talk show try to project.
Fast, fast jungle king of the road fast, fast jungle got a suicide machine big bad jungle flying down high down the sewer streets sailing down the river streets destination light neon number for.
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Strip down core violate and paralyze. Flood my soul a coffee dreg - supersize. Slung low like a whore - yeah. Devil want some more - yeah. Cupid bought a gun - he gonna blow the fucker.
*Evil laugh*. . Attention boils & ghouls. It's time for Dr. Wolfenstein's. Creature Feature Show. . Yeah. Solitary things, in a monster eye. Undertaker, fog high in a coffin sky.