1. |
We Got That Rite
01:34
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There's a black house over the hill
Bout a half mile through that field
Out back the woods, always burning fire
Follow the sound of the saxon lyre
They got that rite, baby!
Every night, it rages!
They got that rite, baby!
Every night, for ages.
It ain't no cult or country club
Don't come out til you're ready for blood
It ain't the place to confess your sins
It's all about hell and skeletons.
So if you ain't afraid to get all dark
And if the sight of blood makes you bark
Take off your clothes and come with us
Come and celebrate drugs and lust.
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2. |
The Mummy For President
02:40
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Riots in the streets and fires and police
There is only one man who can bring Egypt peace
Another fired round, another body hits the ground
There is only one man who can calm Egypt down
We want The Mummy for President
Riots in the streets and fires and police
There is only one man who can set Egypt free
A burning church full of dead Christians
Only one man can forgive Egypt's sins
We want The Mummy for President
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3. |
The Creeper Man
02:37
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Whatchu know about the creeper man?
Creepin your house at night
There's a knife at the end of his billy club
So don't try n' put up a fight
Whatchu know about the creeper man?
Ya better just let him in
You don't wanna get him all riled up
You don't wanna see him then
Whatcha gonna do about the creeper man?
Don't bother shuttin' the blinds
You won't know when he's watchin' you
He's got all day to hide.
Whatchu know about the creeper man?
Whatcha gon' do about the creeper man?
Who ya gon' tell about the creeper man?
How ya gon' kill the creeper man?
Who you gonna tell about the creeper man?
The cops all runnin' scared
They don't want no piece of him
Cuz he'll take a piece of theirs
How you gonna kill the creeper man?
There ain't no magic spell
Better bow down and give praise to him
and hope he spares you hell
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4. |
Melting Elvis
02:32
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Shake baby shake
Keep my ass awake
How much did I fucking take?
Everything's all skulls and snakes
and I'm a melting Elvis
Melting Elvis
Your Daddy walks in and says he "won't have this."
He's flailing around like a melting Elvis
Melting Elvis
Melting Elvis
Baby don't stop
Keep your ass on top
Let that old bastard call the cops
Baby I'm about to pop
Gonna give you my melting Elvis
Melting Elvis
Police walk in and say "What is this?
What's making you move like a melting Elvis?"
Melting Elvis
Melting Elvis
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5. |
Jungle Jitters
01:22
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Instrumental
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6. |
Yellow Stuff
02:49
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It's time to hit the fast lane, let's go and steal a car
Hit the border, change our names, they won't know who we are
That fucker rots in Texas, they'll smell him soon enough
Until they find him he'll be a pile of yellow stuff
Yellow stuff
Before we catch the next plane, let's go and hit a bar
Load the gun just in case they find out who we are
Leave him there inside the trunk, he thought he was so tough
Until they find him he'll be a pile of yellow stuff
Yellow stuff
Baby, don't freak out on me, you know, we're almost there
Baby, sweetie, sugar, please...you're getting me all scared
Babe I am so sorry, I didn't mean to get so rough
Looks like tonight I'll be cooking up spoonfuls of yellow stuff
Yellow stuff
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7. |
Pigmeat
02:42
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Bring on the sun
I ain't havin' no fun
I'm too far gone
Didn't mean to bring you no harm
I just want you hangin' off my arm
Bring out your dead
The pigs haven't been fed
They make such a mess
Didn't mean to bring you no harm
I just wanna shoot you in my arm
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8. |
It Gets Dark
02:13
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I love to drive around and burn up all my gas
I got a big attitude and a dick to match
So baby save your shit for some other dude
I just wanna get fucked up and stick it into you
I don't like to go out much, I stay out of town
We'll have a much better time if no one is around
Smoke your cigarettes, I'll put the top down for a cruise
I already warned you...DON'T TOUCH MY FUCKING TUNES
OH GODDAMNIT
WE WERE HAVING SUCH A NICE TIME
BUT IF YOU CAN'T FUCKING LISTEN
I GUESS WE'LL JUST CALL IT A NIGHT
It's important to cherish memories like these
So I made myself a necklace FROM ALL YOUR FUCKING TEETH
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9. |
Spinal Remains
01:24
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The Misfits cover.
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10. |
One To The Head
02:26
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Another hit in my head and it's all gone wrong.
Another line in my head and it's all gone wrong.
Another fist in my head and it's all gone wrong.
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11. |
Dead Meat
03:56
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Better watch out, what goes around comes around
You're dead meat when I get back into town
I know the game. I've played before.
You didn't know that I was the one who's keeping score.
There's no more timeouts.
The wolf is at your door.
C'mon...give me an excuse.
C'mon...give me an excuse.
C'mon...try and make me love you.
Oh no! Don't cry now!
You've just made it to the bonus round
Oh no! Don't run now!
Run and hide. You don't wanna get found.
You're soooo sorry.
You're soooooo sorry.
Let me show you just how fucking sorry you are.
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12. |
Swords To The South
02:30
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You know that I'd stay here forever
But I'm not sure how I'd kill all that time
I know that a life can't be measured in miles
But I should would like to give it a try
I'd like to move into the city
But I don't think that I'd ever make the rent
Even in this small town, I turn around
Three days in and my check's already spent
Maybe I'd like where it's warmer
My heart has always belonged to the South
I don't vote for God and I don't own a gun
The only thing I shoot off is my mouth
I don't want to move to the heartland
I don't want to go out west
Maybe I've got it all turned around
Maybe good enough is for the best
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13. |
Red Desert
01:25
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Instrumental
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Coffin Spell Selinsgrove, Pennsylvania
Most good motorcycles run on gasoline. This is a bad motorcycle. It runs on blood.
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