Coffin Spell​/​Surfin' Mutants Pizza Party Split EP

by Coffin Spell

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    Bonus tracks and art from Coffin Spell, the radio advertisement from The National Office of Paranormal Education that appears on the CD, and alternate J Card art.


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Split with Surfin' Mutants Pizza Party

All proceeds from this single will be donated to the National Office of Paranormal Education (NOPE). To learn more about NOPE visit their website at


released April 2, 2015

Cover art by Julien Maltais



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Most good motorcycles run on gasoline. This is a bad motorcycle. It runs on blood.

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Track Name: Hung Like A Witch
Stir my brew in your mixin bowl
Go down til ya blow my soul
Put a Bible on my head
Lower me into the depths

I feel hung like a witch

You almost make me wanna go to church
Knew I was bad, but you only make it worse

Drag me tied up to a horse
Light me up with a burnin torch
Cut me off at the neck
Do whacha want with my head

I feel hung like a witch

How am I so blessed to be so cursed?
Torture me like a medieval nurse
C'mon baby n cast a spell
Hammer me on down to hell
Lemme grab n lemme grope
N I'll give you a nice thick rope...

I feel hung like a witch
Track Name: Greasy, Grimy
Ya better understand, I'm the kinda man
Who aint afraid to pull his blade and draw a line in the sand
Ya wanna run your mouth and disrespect my house?
Ya gonna feel my stainless steel cut ya tongue right out...

Oh! C'mon!

Let's get all greasy grimy
You cant deny, I'm the kinda guy
Who can get hard in a graveyard n give it to ya bone dry
Gonna cover your mouth, gonna run it deep south
Ya gonna feel my electric eel, it's gonna make you shout....

Oh! C'mon!

Let's get all greasy grimy