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Aimless Device * Alphaville * Artery * Birthday Party * Brilliant *

Aimless Device

Better off Cold * From the First Move to the Fuck * Two's A Crowd *

Better off Cold

Trying to sleep is not so easy

When open eyes the room enclose

The paper on the wall goes crazy

Figures on the floor

I need a drink, need a drink to forget

I'd be better off cold

Someone's telling the story of my life

And raves about a shattered past

Funny faces fill the room

I open the window to get it over with

Cold air, cold air and I shiver

I'd be better off cold

When I'm drunk I'm alright

But its just when I've forgotten

In the morning

Better off cold

Than listening to this crap

Every time my common sense tells me

I'd be better off cold

Tommorow will be question time

And stupid shame is taking over

When waking up is just a word

To see a ____(?)

In Gold daylight, like blaring me apart

When everything is black and white

I'd be better off cold

When I'm drunk I'm alright

But its just when I've forgotten

In the morning

Better off cold

Than listening to this crap

Every time my common sense tells me

I'd be better off cold.

From the First Move to the Fuck

I saw it coming

No doubt like before

At the very last moment

Passed away as you crawled on the floor

A little tension

A little stir

My hand reached out to take your hand

To push my little girl

I had a heart for you

I had it under my sleeve but it got stuck

I guess broke somewhere

Somewhere between your beauty

And my crying shame

Somewhere between the first move and the fuck

I tried to think it over

God knows I tried to score

But I saw it coming

No doubt, not like before

A bitter freshness

A little itch

Now I'm a three year old again

Dying for a kiss

I had a heart for you

I had it under my sleeve

But it got stuck

I guess it broke somewhere

Somewhere between your beauty

And my crying shame

Somewhere between the first move and the fuck

Somewhere between (x2)

I tried to think it over

God knows I tried to score

But I saw it coming

No doubt, not like before

I tried to keep it out of sight

I tried to sleep, I tried to hide

Until you came along

And I've never felt so wrong

I had a heart for you

I had it under my sleeve

But it got stuck

I guess it broke somewhere

Somewhere between your beauty

And my crying shame

In between the first move and the fuck

Somewhere between (x3)

In between the first move and the fuck

Two's A Crowd

You're wearing blue tonight

And smoke is in your lies

You feed me black and blue

With reasons of another time

Don't bother

I was just a scratch

Everythings been said and done

Theres nothing more to hatch

Funny, I can't recall

Us seeing the perfect past

My memory's been blown away

Like shrapnel in the blast

But I'm okay

Thank god, I'm a fool

I'm okay

I'm allowed to be cruel

Hey, I'm a second hand caress

Hey, Sorry if you're disappointed

Hey, I'm a second hand caress

And two's a crowd when you're around now

What can I say to you

I've nothing left to hide

Should I smile and tell you

That I'm yours till the end of time

Sorry, theres no love in still life

I've got to turn around

Now baby, wallow in my quiet life

Hey, I'm a second hand caress

Hey, Sorry if you're disappointed

Hey, I'm a second hand caress

And two's a crowd when you're around now

Hey, and two's a crowd when you're around now

And two's a crowd when you're around nowww....

Alphaville

A Victory of Love

Waiting for a change in the weather

I'm waiting for a shift in the air

Could we get it together, ever?

Hoping for your return

Hoping for your sweet, sweet return

"Hello?"

Is this her calling

"Hello? Hello?"

Is sombody there?

She whispers somewhere

And then she says "Hello? Hello?

She's really an angel

She stands in the sunshine

She's closing her eyes, shes starting to dream

She's pulling the strings

She's dreaming the strange dream

Where nothing is gray

And she takes me away, and she's pulling the strings

When she's playing with love

"Hello? Hello?"

She's playing with love!

"Hello, Hello? (x6)

Counting (counting counting counting...)

I count every second

And I'm standing (standing standing standing..)

I stand in the rain (the rain...)

I walk up that lane

That leads to the sunshine

She stands in the sunshine

She's closing her eyes

Then she takes me away

And she's pulling the strings

When she's playing with love

She's playing with love

"Hello, Hello?" (x6)

Artery

In the Garden

Try to explain,
The best the way I can.
Trying to cover,
Every reason.
Why Peter and I,
Took your identical twin sister,
Into the garden.

The smell of sex,
Blended with the scent of the flowers.

That was swept away by the wind.
In a matter of seconds

Why are there tears?
It could have been you.

Peter was weak,
He wanted you more than her.

But even he had had written,
“You can hardly tell the difference.”

When we went back indoors,
Your photographs seen there to stare.

As if in disagreement with the recent events.

I know very little about the distance between the stars…..

Or about the motives of thieves.

But I can always smell the summer coming….

At the latest, by early spring.

THE BIRTHDAY PARTY

6" Gold Blade * A Dead Song * Big Jesus Trash Can * Dead Joe * Deep in the Woods * Dumb Europe * Fears of Gun * Figure of Fun * Happy Birthday * Hamlet * Ho-Ho * Jennifer's Veil * Junkyard * Just You and Me * Kewpie Doll * King Ink * Kiss Me Black * Mr. Clarinet * Mutiny in Heaven * Nick the Stripper * Pleasure In the Boss * Prayers on Fire * Release the Bats * She's Hit * Sometimes Pleasure Heads Must Burn * Sonny's Burning *Swampland * The Friend Catcher * Say a Spell* Truck Love * Vixo * Wildworld * Yard * Zoo Music Girl *

6" Gold Blade

I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
She: lying through her teeth, him: on his back
Hands off this one, hands off! she cried
Grinning at me from hip to hip
Hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip
Oooh yeah
I stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
Sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head
I LOVE YOU! now me! I LOVE YOU!
Laughter, laughter
Oh baby, those skinny girls, they’re so quick to murder
Oooh yeah
Shake it baby, c’mon, shake, shake it baby
ad infinitum

A Dead Song

This is true oh! this is true it’s true

Mister forever said nothing said
I can sing
Hit it! make it a dead one
With words like with words like
Blood and soldier and mother
O.k. o.k.
I want to I wanna sleep before the end
Which is most impolite
Hit it! make it a dead one
If nothing crops up
I’ll give you a ring
You can sing the end
O.k. o.k.
Then I could get
All the little animals out of my room
Hit it! with a broom, with a broom!
O.k. o.k. o.k. o.k.
Put them in a big white sack
No visitors came
Hit it! with words like...
Like hit it! like hit it! oh! yea...
Yea hit it... like like
Thou thou shalt not um like
Thou shalt not this is the end this
This really is the living end
This really is the living end
Like really this is the end and it’s still living

Big Jesus Trash Can

Right!

Big-jesus soul-mates trash-can
Fucking rotten business this
Both feet in the bad-boot
Stiff in the crypt, babay, like a rock
Rock-rock-rock
Big-jesus soul-mates trash-can
And he pumped me fulla trash at least it smelt like trash
And he’s got greasy hair wears a suit of gold
But God gave me sex appeal
Right right

Well-well-well-rock (x4)
He drives a trash-can (x4)
He’s comin’ to my town (x3)
He’s comin’ to my town rock-rock-rock-
R-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ck!
Right!

Big-jesus-oil-king down in texas
Drives great holy tanks of gold
Screams from heaven’s graveyard
American heads will roll in texas
Roll llike daddy’s meat
Roll under those singing stars of texas
Roll under those glorious singing stars of texas

Well-well-well-rock (x4)
He drives a trash-can (x3)
He’s comin’ to my town
He drives a trash-can
He’s comin’ to my town
He drives a trash-can
He’s comin’ to my town
He drives a trash-can
He’s comin’ to my town
He drives a trash-can

Dead Joe

Dead joe joe... joe joe

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe

Welcome to the car smash
Welcome to the car smash
Welcome to the car smash
A-a-a-a-a-smash
Dead joe

Junk-sculpture turning back to junk
Junk-sculpture turning back to junk
Junk-sculpture turning back to junk
Ju-ju-ju-ju-junk
Dead joe
Oh joe no-o-o-o-o-o! it’s christmas time joe
It’s christmans time now for you
And all the little bells are hanging two-by-two
The holly and the nativity
Oh speak to me joe speak to me joe speak to me oh
Oh-oh-oh---oh--oh--oh--oh--oh--oh--oh
De-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e--e-e-e-ead joe

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe

Welcome to the car smash (x3)
You can’t tell the girls from the boys anymore (x4)
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh---oh--oh--oh---oh---oh---oh
De-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e---e-e-e-e-ead joe

Deep in the Woods

Mmmmmmmmmm...

The woods eats the woman and dumps her honey-body in the mud
Her dress floats down the well and it assumes the shape of the body of a
Little girl

Yeah I recognize that girl
She stumbled in some time last loneliness
But I could not stand to touch her now
My one and onlyness.

Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.

Worms make their cruel design
Saying d-i-e into her skin
Saying dead into belly and death into shoulder
Well last night she kissed me but than death was upon her.

Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods yeah
Deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.

Now the killed waits for the killer
And the trees all nod their heads, they are agreed
This knife feels like a knife feels like a knife that feels like it’s feed.
Yeah I recognize that girl
I took her from rags right through to stitches (pray for me now)
Oh baby, tonight we sleep in separate ditches.

Deep in the woods
Deep in the woods yeah
Deep in the woods a funeral is swinging.

Love is for fools and all fools are lovers
It’s raining on my house and none of the others
Love is for fools and God knows I’m still one
The sidewalks are full of love’s lonely children (x3)
The sidewalks are full of love’s ugly children
(oh baby let’s go, ah pray for me baby, pray for me baby)
The sidewalk regrets that we had to kill them

Fears of Gun

Gun wears his alcoholism well
Finger in bottle and swingin’ it still
From bed to sink and back again
Clock is crawlin’ round the same
He’s bustin’ clock (he hates it’s face)
Just sittin’ and talkin’ to heart and ticks
Talkin’ back to clock in slow and studied kicks
The fears of gun are the fears of everyone.

Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Fingers down the throat of love
Love! love!

Gun does the waltz around the room
Collecting table and chairs and sofa and so on and so on
Gun wears his best blue suit, now let’s take to the sky
’we’ll go dancin’ and eatin’ it up
Get a bottle and push it on down’
And let’s just beat it up
Transistor radio plays an overwhelmingly sad and lonely song
Saying ’where she gone? where she gone? ’
The fears of gun are the fears of everyone.

Fingers down the throat of love (x3)
Love! love!

Figure of Fun

Wow! uh oh

I am a figure of fun
Dead-pan and moribund
All the things I do are better left undone
I am the figure of fun

And I baked in the sun
I have no luck in love
I have no luck in anything
I am a figure of fun

And I’m impressed by everyone
But I impress no-one
It’s irritating
I am a figure of fun

Rock!

I am a figure of fun
I have money
But money isn’t everything to a figure of
Fun fun fun fun fun fun...

Happy Birthday

It’s a very happy day
We are at lots of fun fun fun
And it’s ice-cream and jelly
And a punch in the belly
How much can you throw over the walls?

And see how his face glows
It’s a bike! what a surprise.
It’s a big bike. what a big surprise.
It’s a red bike. what a red surprise.
Oh, what a surprise.

But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Was the wonderful dog chair
Was the beautiful dog chair
That could count right up to ten
It could count right up to ten
It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof.

And it’s another happy day.
He was born eleven years ago
And this year it’s long trousers
And a very smart tie.
Just think in five years he’ll be shaving.

And see how his face glows
It’s a bike. what a surprise!
It’s a samurai sword.
What a metal surprise.
He’ll remember this day for the rest of his life.

But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Is that fabulous dog chair
The immaculate dog chair
That could count right up to eleven

It could count right up to eleven
It went woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof,
Woof, woof, woof.

But the best thing there
But the best thing there
Was my darling the dog chair
But the rampaging dog chair
That could count right up to eleven
It could count right up to eleven.

And it went round and round the house

Hamlet

H! a! m! l! e! t! yeah...

Hamlet’s fishing in the grave
A-fishing in the grave
Thru the custard bones and stuff
He ain’t got no friend in there
No he ain’t got no friend in there
I believe our man’s in love
Hamlet got a gun-now
He wears a crucifix
He wears a crucifix
Pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow
Hamlet move so beautiful
Moves so beautiful
Walking thru the flowers
Waving to the people
All those beautiful people
Lying in the shadows
He’s movin’ down the street-now
He likes the look of that cadillac
And now he wants that cadillac
Pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow
Is this love some kinda love
Is this love some kinda love
Now he’s comin’ down my street
Crawling up my stairs
He’s coming to my room
He’s knocking on my door
Where for art thou baby-face
Where... for... art... thou...
Pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow
Is this love
Is this love
Pow!
He shoot it inside
He shoot it inside
Pow!
Some kinda love...
Don’t let ’em steal your heart away
He went and stole my heart pow!
Hey hey hey pow!!

Ho-Ho

Worn and gnawn
A little hole
Just a small hole
Letting in a sick wind
In a small puffs

Yo-ho-hole
Yo-ho-hole
Through which blow
A small sick wind
Yo-ho-hole
Yo-ho-hole
Puff puff
The sick wind blows

Slipping stitches leading to
So slight a hole
Slipping in a sick wind
Slippery sickly wind

Yo-ho-hole
Yo-ho-hole
Across the threshole
A little sick wind
Yo-ho-hole
Yo-ho-hole
Yo-ho
The sick wind blows

Jennifer's Veil

So you’ve come back for jennifer
You know, she hides her face behind a veil
I’m warning you frankie, leave on the next train
Your jennifer she just isn’t the same
Quit waving that thing about! come back!
Come back and give me a chance to explain
Your baby will never cry again.

So don’t try to reach out
And don’t let the ship’s flag down
Point the figure-head at the storm
And drive her hard upon
Don’t stop and don’t stop
And don’t let the veil drop
(another ship ready to sail--the rigging is tight
Tight like jennifer’s veil).

She drew the curtain on her face
Ever since they came and burnt the old place down
Why is she searching through the ashes?
Why, only jennifer knows that now.
And the officer, without a word,
Left all his junk and just moved out.

So don’t try to reach out
And don’t let the ship’s flag down
Point the figure-head at the glass
Smash! smash! into shards
Don’t stop and don’t touch!
And don’t let the veil drop...behind jennifer’s veil

Oh god! frankie! is that really you!
Get back! don’t reach out!
Get back, and get that lantern out of my room!

Don’t try to reach out
And don’t let the ship’s flag down
Down, down over her, like a shroud

And let her sail on the sea like a stone.
Don’t touch and don’t touch
And don’t let the veil drop
Another ship ready to dock...the rigging comes loose...

Junkyard

I am the king. I am the king. I am the king.

One dead marine through the hatch
Scratch and scrape this heavenly body
Every inch of winning skin
There’s junk in honey’s sack again

Chorous: Honey honey honey honey honey
Come on and kiss me-e-e-e-e-e
Honey honey honey honey honey
Honey-child’s takin’ over this place

Two dead marines standing in a line
Drink to me! this heavenly body
Every inch of winning thing

Hack hack hack hack this heavenly
Yack yack yack yack yack goes junk-face
Scratch scrape scratch this winning skin
There’s junk in honey’s sack again
There’s junk in honey’s sack again
There’s junk in honey’s sack again
Junk in honey junk in honey
Junkyard king junkyard king
King king king king king

Just You and Me

First: I tried to kill it with a hammer
Thought that I could lose
The head
Sure! we’ve eaten off the silver
(when even food was against us)
And then I tried to kill it in the bed
Second: I gagged it with a pillow
But awoke the nuns inside
My head
They pounded their goddy-goddy fists
(from the inside - so from the outside)
I got good: I stuck it. dead
Thirdly: I put my lips upon it
And blew a frost across
Its flat
I wrote upon it’s outside-surface
Tonite we’re on the outside-surface
Just you and me girl: you and me and the fat

Kewpie Doll

Well I love that kewpie doll
Well I love that kewpie doll
Well I love that kewpie doll
Yeah I bought her in a show
I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress
But everything was either fished-out or spat-out
Fished-out or spat-out
Well I love that kewpie doll
But I could not make it stick
Well I love that kewpie doll
But I could not make it stick
Only she could save my soul
She put her hands inside of me
Well I love that kewpie doll
Dressed her in a cheap-red-cotton-dress
Fished it out now spat it out now
Spat it out in front of me
Well I love that kewpie doll
But I could not make it stick
Doll doll doll doll doll doll doll doll
I held her in my cheap arms
She believed in me, she believed in me
Her soul and my arms
Well I love that kewpie doll
I told her phoney stories
Well I love that kewpie doll
She believed in me
Doll doll doll doll doll doll doll doll
Kewpie on a stick
I can see her coming even now
Kewpie on a stick
I can see her walking to me even now
Well I love that kewpie doll
I can see her walking to me even now
Well I love that kewpie doll
I can see her walking to me even now
Well I love that kewpie doll
But I could not make it stick. end

King Ink

King ink strolls into town
He sniffs around

King ink kicks off his stink-boot
Sand and soot and dust and dirt and
He’s much bigger than you think
King ink
King ink
King ink
A wake up a king ink a get up a king ink a wake up a king ink
A get up a get up a get up a get up a get up
Up up up up up up up up up up...

A bug crawls up the wall

King ink feels like a bug
And he hates his rotten shell
(he says) cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha...
King ink a wake up a king ink a get up a king ink a wake up a king ink
A get up a get up a get up a get up a get up
A what’s in that room? a what’s in that house?
A what’s in that room? a what’s in that house?
Say something, express thyself, say something, express yourself
Express... say something loudly aaaaaahhhh...
A what’s in that room? a what’s in that house?
Sand and soot and dust and dirt and sand and soot and dust and dirt
And-d-d-d-d-d-d-
Di-di-di-di-di-di-di di-di-di-di-di-di dirt

King ink feels like a bug
Swimming in a soup-bowl
He says oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
Oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life (x 3)
Oh! yer! oh! yer! fats domino on the radio
Yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
Oh! yer! oh! yer! what a wonderful life
Oh! yer! oh! yer! fats domino on the radio
Yer! oh! yer!

Kiss Me Black

Hey-hey-hey-hey
Now they put the stink on us
Throw us to the sucubus
Fed us to the incubus
And brung in the saprophagus
C’mon and kiss me black
Black as the pit in which you found me

She’s like a dog you have to kick her
Sleeps like a swastica
And says ’everyone’s a winner now
Cos everyone’s a sinner now’
C’mon and kiss me black
C’mon and sail your ships around me
C’mon and kiss me black
Black as the sea in which you drowned me
C’mon and kiss me black
Run your crusty cutless through me
C’mon and kiss me black
Kiss me black and then undo me.

Mr. Clarinet

I have a friend in you, oh Mr. Clarionet

You make me laugh, and then cry like the song of the clarinet

Marry me, marry me alive O

I put on my coat of trumpets

WIll she be there? Is my piccolo on straight?

Her white stockings and red dress that goes

Swish, swish swish around her legs of lace

Marry me, marry me alive O

Could you tell her

Would you tell her for me, oh Mr Clarinet

That I love her, oh love her

I love her but I cannot wait.

Marry me, marry me alive O

Oh maybe, oh maybe lie down

I love her, love her, love her

Love her, love her, love her, love her

Mutiny in Heaven

Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings
Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches!
(damn things nearly hardly flap)
Canker upon canker upon one million tiny punctures
That look like...
Long thin red ribbons draped across the arms of a lil mortal girl
(like a ground -plan of hell)
Curse these smartin strings! these fucken ruptures!
Enough! enough is enough!
(if this is heaven ah’m bailin out)
If this is heaven ah’m bailin out
Ah caint tolerate this ol tin-tub
So fulla trash and rats! felt one crawl across mah soul
For a seckon there , as thought as wassa back down in the ghetto!
(rats in paradise! rats in paradise!)
Ah’m bailin out! there’s a mutiny in heaven!

Ah wassa born...
And lord shakin, even then was dumpt into some icy font,
Like some great stinky unclean!
From slum-chuch to slum-church, ah spilt mah heart
To some fat cunt behind a screen...

Evil poppin eye presst up to the opening
He’d slide shut the lil perforated hatch...at night mah body
Blusht
To the whistle of the birch
With a lil practice ah soon learnt to use in on mahself
Punishment? ! reward!! punishment? ! reward!!
Well, ah tied on...percht on mah bed ah was...
Sticken a needle in mah arm...

Ah tied off! fucken wings burst out mah back
(like ah was cuttin teeth!!)
Ah took off!!!
(rats in paradise! rats in paradise!)
There’s a mutiny in heaven!

Oh lord, ah git down on mah knees
(ah git down on mah knees and start to pray)

Wrapped in mah mongrel wings, ah nearly freeze
In the howlin wind and drivin rain
(all the trash blowin round ’n’ round)
From slum-heaven into town
Ah take mah tiny pain and rollin back mah sleeve
(roll anna roll anna roll anna roll)
Ah yank the drip outa mah vein! utopiate! ah’m bailin out!
Utopiate!
If this is heaven ah’m bailin out!
Mah threadbare soul teems with vermin and louse
Thoughts come like a plague to the head...in god’s house!
Mutiny in heaven!
(ars infectio forco dio)
To the plank!
(rats in paradise! rats in paradise!)
Ah’m bailin out!
(hail hypuss dermio vita rex!)
Hole inna ghetto! hole inna ghetto!
(scabio murem per sanctum...dio, dio, dio)

Nick the Stripper

Insect insect insect insect incest insect incest insect

Nick the stripper
A-hideous to the eye
A-hideous to the eye
Well he’s a fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
A fat little insect
And ooooooooh! here we go again

Nick the stripper
A-dances on all fours
A-dances on all fours
He’s in his birthday suit
He’s in his birthday suit
He’s in his birthday suit
He’s in his birthday suit
And ooooooooh! a-here we go again

Nick the stripper
A-hideous to the eye
A-hideous to the eye
Well he’s a fat little insect
A fat little insect (x 3)
And ooooooooh! here we go again

Well he’s a fat little insect
A fat little insect (x 3)
He’s in his birthday suit (x 4)

Insect insect insect insect

Pleasure In the Boss

They’re working us like dogs around here
’cause pleasure is the boss
And I’m the happiest slave alive around here
’cause pleasure is the boss
And nothing is safe that don’t stand still
If it’s o.k. with the boss
I’m gunna walk right up and take it yeah
If it’s o.k. with the boss.

Walk!

What’s o.k. with boss is o.k. with me
What’s o.k. with boss is o.k. with me

Prayers on Fire

This place is hell to me
With the devil in my bed
And the devil in this bottle
And the devil in my head
I’ll meet you in heaven again
If you wear that dress again
(I’ll have one more drink, my friend)
Where my heart is kept on ice
And prayers burst into flames
Prayers on fire

Release the Bats

Whooah bite! whooah bite!
Release the bats. release the bats
Don’t tell me that it doesn’t hurt.
A hundred fluttering in your skirt
(don’t tell me that it doesn’t hurt)

My baby is alright
She doesn’t mind a bit of dirt
She says ’horror vampire bat bite’
She says ’horror vampire
How I wish those bats would bite’
Whooah bite! bite!

Release the bats! release the bats!
Pump them up and explode the things
Her legs are chafed by sticky wings
(sticky sticky little things).

My baby is a cool machine
She moves to the pulse of her generator
Says damn that sex supreme.
She says damn that horror bat
Sex vampire, cool machine

Release the bats! release the bats!
Release them!

Baby is a cool machine
She moves to the pulse of her generator
Says damn that sex supreme.
She says, she says damn that horror bat
Sex horror sex bat sex sex horror sex vampire
Sex bat horror vampire sex
Cool machine
Horror bat. bite!
Cool machine. bite!
Sex vampire. bite!

There is woman - pie in here
Mr. evangelist says she’s hit
The best cook ya ever had
Ya can’t blame the good woman now, dad
And ya locked him up for twenty years
Now there’s action on the basement stairs now
A monster half-man half-beast grind
Hear the hatchet (grind grind)
The pilgrim gets one hacked daughter
And all we get are forty hack reporters
Uptown one hundred skirts are bleeding
And mr. evangelist says

She’s hit ev’ry little bit
She’s hit ev’ry little bit
She’s hit ev’ry little bit
She’s hit she’s hit she’s hit she’s hit

Now if only we could all grow wings and fly
Sweet hatchet swing low son
I’m feeling mighty lonesome
Christen the bastard jack dad
The head-shrinker is a quack
Anyone ’anyone who’d wear their hair like that’
The vinyl is so cool but the conversation’s cruel
Hold my head romeo it’s in a rodeo
Hold my heart daddy-o it just won’t go-o-o-o
Hold my heart romeo it’s in a rodeo
Hold my head daddy-o it just won’t go-o-o-o
And all the girls across the world
And all the girls across the world

Are hit ev’ry little bit
She’s hit ev’ry little bit (x3)
She’s hit she’s hit she’s hit she’s hit
And she won’t get up
She’s hit ev’ry little bit she’s hit
She’s hit she’s hit she’s hit yeah
She’s hit she’s hit she’s hit
And she won’t get up! and she’s hit she’s hit
She’s hit ev’ry little bit
She’s hit she’s hit she’s hit

Goodbye.

Sometimes Pleasure Heads Must Burn

BU-U-U-U-U-U-U-RN! Pop! Pop!

I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one

I reckon if I touch it might just burn

Flesh-heads like me just wax and melt

When my tongue tuches titty's tongue in turn

Sometimes pleasure head must burst

BU-U-U-U-U-U-U-RN! Pop! Pop!

My brain tricked my hands to believe they were strong

In short, my hands became clubs to grind

I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one

Kiss me darling, kiss my eyes to blind

Kiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles find

BU-U-U-U-U-U-U-RN! Pop! Pop!

I feel a little low, you know what I mean?

Buried neck-high in British snow

Shoot me darling, shoot me in the head and go

Ya! Ya! Teeth gone. Follow my trail back home. (x2)

BU-U-U-U-U-U-U-RN! Pop! Pop!

Etcetera.

Hands up who wants to die!

Have you heard how sonny’s burning
Like some bright erotic star?
And he lights up the proceedings
And raises the temperature.
Flame on! flame on!

Someday I’ll cut him down yeah uh
Now I’ve seen to sonny’s burning
Yeah someday I think I’ll cut him down
But it can get so co-cold in here
And he gives off such an evil heat.
Flame on! flame on!
Hai-hai hail my incubatic incubator.

Now pay witness to sonny’s burning
Warming the damp and rotten seed
Warming the damp and rotten seed
That blooms into the demon flower
Now both fire and flowers consume me.
Flame on! flame on!

Evil heat is running through me (through me)
Flame on! now flame on!
Evil heat is running through me uh! uh!
Sonny’s burning pits into me
Flame on! yeah flame on!
Sonny’s burning holes into me
Don’t interrupt! don’t interrupt!
Flame on! flame on!
Through me yeah through me
Don’t interrupt! flame on!
Flame on! flame on!

Quixanne, ah’m in it’s grip
Quixanne, ah’m in it’s grip
Sinken in the mud
Patron-saint of the bog.
They cum with boots of blud
Wit pitchfawk and with club
Chantin out mah name
Got doggies strainin onna chain
Lucy, ah’ll love ya till the end!
They hunt me like a dog
Down in sw-a-a-a-amp land!

So cum mah executioners! cum bounty hunters!
Cum mah county killers--for ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
No I can’t!
Lucy, ya won’t see this face agin
Wheb ya caught ya swing and burn...
Down in sw-a-a-a-amp land!

The trees are veiled in fog

The trees are veiled in fog
Like so many jilted brides
Now they’re all breakin down and cry
Cryin tears upon mah face
Cryin tears upon mah face
And they smell of gasolene
A-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-am
Lucy, ya made a sinner out of me
Now ah’m burnin like a saint
Down in sw-a-a-a-amp land!

So cum mah executioners! cum mah bounty huntahs!
Cum mah county killers--ya know ah cannot run no more
No ah cannot run no more.

It’s a wild world it’s a wild world hey! it’s a wild world hey!

Hold me up baby for I may fall
Hold my dish-rag body tall
Our bodies melt together (we are one)
Post crucifixion baby, post crucifixion and all undone.

It’s a wild world it’s a wild world la-la-la-la it’s a wild world
Hey! it’s a wild world it’s a wild (ya ought to be sure)

Church bells ring out the toll of our night
Forward and forever backward
Forever backward forever forward alright
Strophe and antistrophe strophe and antistrophe hey!
Antistophe antistrophe
(c’mon baby, kiss me tight)
Up here in your arms tonight.

It’s a wild world hey! it’s a wild world it’s a wild world
It’s a wild world and she’s a wild girl hey! hey! uh! uh!
It’s a wild girl uh! huh! ah! it’s a wild world uh! huh! uh!
And she’s a wild girl don’t push me uh! don’t push me uh!
Don’t push me uh! in a wild world hah! uh! huh! and don’t push
My wild girl uh! uh! ooh! it’s a wild world hey! aahaha-hey!
Aahaha-hey! aahaha-hey! aahaha-hey! aahaha-hey! aahaha-hey!
It’s a wild world uh!

Vixo

Ah fed vixo on ev’ry fear ’n’ fret ’n’ phobia
Til it nor ah could stand the strain no longer
Sucked a chicken bone, tossed it in the corner
Raisin up like lazaurs, up, up from it’s cot
An making for the door, now...
Infant-prodigy creates a phantom-friend, yeag
Stickin’ sack an ol’ jack-jack into it’s itchin-ten
Oh! don’t ya linger! ooh! don’t ya linger, now,
Mah monster-piect...mah perfect-murder-machine
Don’t ya linger, for ah can feel mah youth slipping outa me
Yeah, ah can feel mah youth slip outa me.

Call it, call it vixo. call it vee.
Ah all it, an it comes to me.
Call it vixo. call it me
March headlong into the heart of fear
Ah will follow thee.

What kept ya? whaa? what kept ya?
You get trouble? sum’n go wrong?
Vixo grinning, climbs up into mah lil boy arms.
What you get?
Tell me, what ya gone ’n’ brung me from the hollow?
Yeah! we’re laughin’...but our laughter is shallow
Ain’t it funny...my childhood name is sorrow.
Vixo sighs, ’n’ lays it’s head upon mah pillow.

Call it. call it vixo. call it vee.
Call it, an it comes to me.
Vee...ah...hex...oh-oh, come crawl with me.
Into the dark heart of despair
Ah will not forsake thee.

Listen...instruction!
Ditch it, pitch it. now hitch it up along the ridge
Ya laughin b’neath the sherriff’s wheels
That go screamin cross hooper bridge
Skirt the out-skirts. up mah back-stair. ya sack all undone.
Don’t touch nothin! water runnin in the tub
Get there! and scrub ev’ry one.

When ya struck ya struck!
Ya struck a thousand crickets dumb
Hooper-hollow iced over then, all hush, hush
In the cool midday sun
Hush! ah say hush! hu-u-u-ush!
Sittin on the roof, laugh at mahself
As they rope off the woods
Watchin’ all the good-people
Go beating the bush.

Yard

In our yard
How many chickens can we count
On our fingers and toes
On their toes
Sitting on father’s hole
Sitting on his chest
Crushing rocks of dirt
The earth is soft in our
Yard yard
Stones in my shoes
And feet
Dragging them through museums
Where
Under glass
Refridgerate
Freeze
Hands and feet
And knobbly knees
Yard yard

Zoo Music Girl Zoo Music Girl

Our life together is a holloe tooth

Spit out the shells, spit out the shells

You know exactly what I'm talking about

Don't drag the orchestra into this thing

Rattle those sitcks, rattle those sticks

The sound is beautiful, it's perfect!

The sound of her young legs in stockings

The rhythem of her walk, it's beautiful

Just let it twist, let it break

Let it buckle let it bend

I want to hear the noise of my Zoo Music Girl

Zoo Music Girl Zoo Music Girl

My body is a monster driven insane

My Heart is a FISH toasted by flames

I kiss the hem of her skirt

We spend our lives in a box full of dirt

I murder her dress till it hurts

I murder her dress till she loves it

If there is one thing I desire in this workd

It is to make love to my Zoo Music Girl

Zoo Music Girl Zoo Music Girl

The sound is beautiful! It's perfect!

I call out her name in the night

Zoo Music Girl! Zoo Music Girl!

I call her by her family name

Zoo Music Girl! Zoo Music Girl!

Oh! God! Please let me die beneath her fists

Zoo Music Girl! (x 4)

We're Coming Up for the Downstroke

I’m going to make you

Don’t you ever trust me

I’m gonna make you

Don’t you lean on me

I want to make you feel the way

You know you never feel the same

I want to make you

Make you again

I’m on the outside

So glad to be out here

I’m on the outside

So glad to be out here

I’m going to be Inside out

And shout and shout never be in doubt

I’m on the outside

Don’t wanna know

We’re coming up for the downstroke

DOWN STROKE!

We’re coming up for the downstroke

(unintelligible words) baby.

We’re coming up for the downstroke

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