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Rev up your engines, baby wave that flag
Me and my cigarette are both havin' a drag
There's not turnin' back. This cat is out of his bag.
Show me the button baby, it's time to make you howl
I only get one night a year, you better start me up now
Soon as the sun rise, I gotta get back into the ground
You heard all the stories about dead man's curve
Drunk drivin', draggin', that boy was bound to swerve
He only gets one night a year before it's back to the worms
Let's make the best of it, come along for a drive
Take us up the canyon, take us off of the side.
I'll take you home with me and you can be my bride.
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Look out, gang way
I'm goin out to get my fix
Slitherin' on down the street
And it goes a little like this
Do the Krokodil Rock
Look out, gang way
I'm goin' out to get my fix
Toenails fallin' off my feet
And it goes a little like this
Do the Krokodil Rock
Look out, gang way
I'm goin' out to get my fix
Skin drips off, see the meat
And it goes a little like this
My scales they are a growin'
My bones are almost showin'
Do the Krokodil Rock
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This Ain't Your House
02:14
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Take off your shoes, this ain't your house
Show a little respect
Don't touch the tunes, this ain't your car
Show a little respect
Spit out that food, we ain't said prayer
Show a little respect
A little respect goes real far round here
A little respect and you'll get along round here
A little respect goes real far round here
A little respect and you'll get along just fine
Don't take that bump, these ain't your drugs
Show a little respect
Close the fridge, that ain't your beer
Show a little respect
Don't fuck her ass, she ain't your girl
Show a little respect
A little respect goes real far round here
A little respect and you'll get along round here
A little respect goes real far round here
A little respect and you'll get along just fine
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Baby I've seen the way you look at him
I'm goin out, gonna tear him limb from limb
Now I'm goin out for a hunt
Do whatever you want
Wear that necklace I bought
(Cough)
Honey Im home, put the skewer over the pyre
Yeah that's what I meant, throw another log into the fire
I got saddlebags full of meat
You just take a seat
Let me cook you a piece
(Cough)
Said you never tasted anything quite like that before
Are you sure bout that? Why don't I dish you some more
It's bird, but it ain't no hawk
Give that some thought?
Does it taste like cock?
(Cough)
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Workin my fingers to the bone just to have a place to call home
So I can sit next to my phone, so I can jerkoff all alone
Your house lit up across the street, move outside for a closer peek
The inside looks so clean and neat, your family all look so sweet
Then it dawns on me
I think a wanna be
A family man
Come up through the basement door, creaking footsteps, kitchen floor
Your wife can cook man, thats for sure. I'm still hungry. I want more.
Sit on the couch and turn on the tube. I didn't mean for the noise to wake you
Blood all over my work boots, go fetch Daddy's slippers, won't you?
Then it dawns on me
I think I've finally
Become a family man
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Do Lord, oh do Lord, oh do gimme a sign
What the hell are you waiting for? I'm ready to die
Maybe I'll climb a mountain, take a swan dive off the side
(Do Lord, oh do Lord, save me from this life)
Do Lord, oh do Lord, oh do gimme a sign
What the hell are you waiting for? I'm tired of this life.
Maybe I'll take a drive and hit the gas and close my eyes
(Do Lord, oh do Lord, please just let me die)
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You got his girl, he wants her back
He doesn't care if he turns the whole world black
Master of physics, he's got a knack
Your beach body can't save you from his nuclear attack
The Atomic Terrorist
This is the last time they'll push him around
You better build a bunker, get safely underground
Soon the world will see that he ain't no clown
He's gonna bring the whole fucking country down
The Atomic Terrorist
I'm waiting patiently for your call
To tell me sorry you were so wrong
Who's that voice? Is that Paul?
Think you can fuck with me? I'll fucking nuke you all.
The Atomic Terrorist
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Don't puss out, it's time to go
We've been through all of this before
Don't look back, it won't take long
Have I ever fucking steered you wrong?
Don't get scared, it's way too late
You got it started, now it's up to fate
Now just relax, don't be such a sis
I'll be right here to talk you through this
I'm your bad idea creature
I'm your gun for hire
I'm your bad idea creature
I cater to your secret desire
You told me you hate this place
Now you can't ever show your face
Your wish is my command
You hate that bar, so I got you banned
Know that club you always bitch about?
Thank me, I got you kicked out
There's nothing good about this town
Congratulations, you just burned it down
I'm your bad idea creature
I'm your party for hire
I'm your bad idea creature
I cater to your secret desire
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Walk on down to Hangman's Holler
Hangman's Holler's where I'm gonna be
Come on down to Hangman's Holler
Hangman's Holler and say goodbye to me
I didn't know she was his girl
I coulda sworn she were mine
It was an honest mistake
We'd been drinkin' all night
I guess I lost my cool
When he started to yell
Now by mornin' I'll be drinkin'
warm beer in Hell
He took ahold of my hair
and threw me against the wall
He pulled out his knife
Said he was gonna take my balls
Your Honor, I was scared
Just like any man would be
So I hit him over the head
with a bottle of whiskey
Please take this letter
and give it to my wife
She's back at the house
throwin' all my shit outside
Tell her that I swear
that I didn't mean to make her cry
and for the children's sake,
please come say goodbye.
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Go Go's cover.
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Half naked girls all over the place
Eye candy? I'll eat her whole face.
You can't say that you weren't warned
Wiggle your tail and touch my horns
I'm bad news from my head to my feet
On Halloween the Devil dressed like me
Half naked girls all over the place
Break one open and see how she tastes
I won't let a single piece go to waste
Eye candy? I'll eat her whole face
Gimme gimme gimme gimme some more
Get me another one off of the dance floor
I'll chew her up like an apple core
Baby, I'll lick up all of your gore
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Don't get messed up with them fellas like me
We ain't got nothing to give you but grief
We're always finding someone else to be
Don't get messed up with them fellas like me
We don't feel much but what's between the sheets
We'll always find a better place to be
Don't get messed up with them fellas like me
We'll take your heart apart piece by piece
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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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