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Invocation
01:12
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Big stage, telephone
Where are you? All alone.
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2. |
Red Hot & Holy
03:02
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You’ve sewn me up, stuffed up with fear
My heart unsteady through the years
It’s need to beat is need-to-know
You dig the grave, I’ll find the hole
The street song plays on and on
(Give the girl a little love she can lean on)
So when you feel me you can
Lift your hands in praise
Red hot and holy
Could you touch me like you told me?
I’m low down and lonely
All you can give me now is something that I don’t need
You’re everything I don’t need
Untangling strings so queer
Tied up tight in a dress that never fit
You treated me like a souvenir
Wrapped in plastic—suffocated counterfeit
Black licorice
I’m feverish
All the prayers from your pew couldn’t save me
Red hot and holy
Could you touch me like you told me?
I’m lowdown and lonely
All you can give me now is something that I don’t need
Red hot and holy
How can you judge me? You don’t even know me.
I’m lowdown and lonely
All you can give me is everything I don’t need
You’re everything I don’t need
My inconspicuous friends
Collect their partners and bend
But I don’t know if I know
I don’t think love is a science
I think that love is a violence
And it’s striking a blow
So get up, get up and make it harder
Get up and pretend to be a martyr
‘Cause I’m a liar baby, and you’re a liar baby
We’re all liars lately
Red hot and holy
Could you touch me like you told me?
Red hot and holy
Could you touch me like you told me?
I’m lowdown and lonely
All you can give me now is something that I don’t need
Red hot and holy
How can you judge me?
You don’t even know me.
I’m lowdown and lonely
All you can give me is everything I don’t need
Black licorice
I’m feverish
All your prayers from the pew couldn’t save me
I’m lowdown and lonely
Good god
All you can give me
Give me until I bleed, bleed, bleed
You’re everything I don’t need
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I’m leaving from Kentucky
I’ve been weathered through the skin
And I have my suspicions that I won’t see you again
I have found no mercy
In these old bourbon hills
The wind has always been a part of my life
And I can feel it still
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
I’m calling you from Cleveland
Selling war bonds door to door
And even Dusseldorf to Stalingrad
Know what you’ve got in store
But the scenery won’t change until you die
The scenery won’t change and nor will I
(Uncle Sam don’t make me fly across the Rhine)
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
(Bass!)
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
It took a little long but the fantasy is finally gone
Rest in peace to the me that you had in your head
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4. |
Sneaky Boy
03:24
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OK, folks. Comin’ straight atcha from Terminus City! The spooky! The wonderful! Safe Words!
He’s coming up the road and he’s creepin’ in your bushes
The sneaky boy! The goddamn sneaky boy
He’s starin’ at your man and he thinks he looks delicious
The sneaky boy! The goddamn sneaky boy
Well he’s been climbin through the walls since the beginning of time
He’s got an itty little bitty and the bitty was mine
We didn’t have a problem til you did your crime
It’s just the price you pay for being sneaky all the time
The sneaky boy!
(Sneaky boy)
The sneaky boy!
(Sneaky boy)
The sneaky boy!
(Sneaky boy)
There’s a pear and a plum but you’re all outta peaches
The sneaky boy! The goddamn sneaky boy
He got a four-fingered grip yeah he wiggle when he reaches
The sneaky boy! The four-fingered sneaky boy
Well he’s been climbin through the walls since the beginning of time
He’s got an itty little bitty and the bitty was mine
He didn’t have a problem till you did your crime
It’s just the price you pay for being sneaky all the time
The sneaky boy!
(Sneaky boy)
I saw the sneaky boy!
(Diddly dum dum) (Who’s that?!)
It’s the sneaky boy!
There’s a shack in the woods with a lock
(Lock?) Lock! (Lock!)
There’s a man on the table with a box
(Cock?) Box! (Cock!)
I got a gimme fulla gimmes couldya not?
(Couldya?) Not! (Couldya?)
He’s coming up the road and he’s creepin’ in your bushes
The sneaky boy!
Well he’s been climbin through the walls since the beginning of time
He’s got an itty little bitty and the bitty was mine
He didn’t have a problem till you did your crime
It’s just the price you pay for being
Just the price you pay for being
Just the price you pay for being
Sneaky all the time!
It’s just the price you pay for being sneaky all the time!
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5. |
Dead Girls Tell No Tales
03:13
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In dark, dark days and a long time ago
They knew my name on every shore
I’ve cut the throats of a thousand men
And I wish I had cut more
Well, the kingsmen crossed me on dry land
Sent to the gallows by the crown’s command
Fight like a man and you’ll hang like a dog
May all their souls be damned
Jet black sails over seven seas
Death on the wind of a westward breeze
Red sky morning whispers a warning
Dead girls tell no tales
Well, there’s a ghost ship comin’ for your broken mind
(The depths drag up our song!)
For thirsty men we’ll be their end
(We know it won’t take long)
We sail and we sail from coast to coast
Just searching for some truth
We burn each port, a black-hearted sort
Best hope it never happens to you!
Jet black sails over seven seas
Death on the wind of a westward breeze
Red sky morning whispers a warning
Dead girls tell no tales
Black cloud arising
Way hey away
Way hey away
Black cloud arising
(Raise hell! Raise up the sail!)
Way hey away
Way hey away
(Raise hell! Raise up the sail!)
(Raise hell! Raise up the sail!)
Jet black sails over seven seas
Death on the wind of a westward breeze
Red sky morning whispers a warning
Dead girls tell no tales
Jet black sails over seven seas
Death on the wind of a westward breeze
Red sky morning whispers a warning
Dead girls tell no tales
Dead girls tell no tales
Dead girls tell no tales!
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6. |
Formula 666
03:36
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On a summer night you can hear the squeal
Back from the dead, bringing Hell on wheels
She’s a highway high time warrior queen
She’s got a four wheel drive if you know what I mean
Got the money in the backseat and she’s comin’ for me
(Don’t let me down!)
Everybody get ready to drive
(Everybody get-get ready to drive)
Everybody’s ready to die
(Ready to die)
She didn’t see it coming from the top of the bridge
She made a deal with a demon so her lover could live
When the moon is full
and the Devil is driving stick
It’s the Formula 666
She don’t need no gasoline no brakes
(She don’t need to gasoline no brakes)
Wait wait wait wait for your next mistake
(Wait wait for your next mistake)
She’s a spirit of hell and she’s here for your soul
Four cyl, fired up
(Fired up!)
And she’s ready to go
Everybody get ready to drive
(Everybody get-get ready to drive)
Everybody’s ready to die
(Ready to die)
She didn’t see it coming from the top of the bridge
She made a deal with a demon so her legend could live
When the moon is full
and the Devil is driving stick
It’s the Formula 666
“I don’t want to leave you, baby, but I have to.”
“Nooo! Why!?”
“I gotta race, ‘cause I gotta need.”
“For speed?”
“Nah, girl. For Satan.”
Speed! Dreams! Gasolines!
Speed! Dreams! Gasolines!
Everybody get ready to drive
(Everybody get-get ready to drive)
Everybody’s ready to die
(Ready to die)
She didn’t see it coming from the top of the bridge
She made a deal with a demon so her legend could live
When the moon is full
and the Devil is driving stick
It’s the Formula 666
(Formula! Formula 666!)
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I’m learning the truth at last
I wasn’t gonna tell you but since you asked
I’ve figured out some things about
Myself that might help me face the facts
And appreciate who I am
I’m something you can’t measure in kilograms
I’m passionate, accurate
Clearly more than adequate
And half of what you’d have to call a real class act!
I may have taken my sweet time
But the victory is mine, mine
Mine all mine!
Yesterday was so frustratin’
A little strange, a little undermedicated
I’m learning the truth at last
You think you know everything? Well not so fast
I’m standing up, I’ve had enough
Of wrapping my present up in my past
I believe in what I’ve become
It may have taken years but I’ve just begun
I can make a difference,
Offer some resistance
Be more than just a joke at my own expense
I’m learning the truth,
A mountain of proof
Objection ruled in favour of the evidence
I’m learning the truth
I’m learning the truth at last
I’m learning the truth
I’m learning the truth at last
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8. |
Dig A Fancy Grave
03:12
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The little banker man
Filling his dole with dollar bills and others’ gold
Foreclosing mothers’ homes
How great your equity matures now that you won’t
Count on your gilded greed
Taking advantage of a burdened beggar’s hand
We’ll leave you on your knees
Gagging and guillotined with your head in the sand
Come with us, your chariot awaits
Wipe that crooked smile off your face
Bury your sins and dig a fancy grave!
Dig a fancy grave!
Hi, Mr. Empty Suit!
I see a lump of coal right where your heart should be
Your reckoning will come
Pulpits and podiums won’t save you from the street
Now please don’t squirm and shake
We give to you a better rest than you deserve
Can you spill blood from stone?
We’re gonna try and then we’ll see how quick you burn
Come with us, your chariot awaits
Wipe that crooked smile off your face
Bury your sins and dig a fancy grave!
Dig a fancy grave!
Distinguished guests! Allow me to introduce these well-groomed aristocrats to the consequences of their actions!
The pauper king shall kiss the ring!
(Dig a fancy grave!)
The golden sons their smoking gun
(Dig a fancy grave!)
The daughter queen behind the scenes
(Dig a fancy grave!)
The knight and knave will drop the blade
(Dig a fancy grave!)
The godly state has set the plate
(Eat the fucking rich!)
The billionaires and generals will be our steak and vegetables
The bourgeoisie our Earl Grey tea, a ruling class charcuterie
The old decree of her-and-he it doesn’t matter much to me!
Come with us, your chariot awaits
Wipe that crooked smile off your face
Bury your sins and dig a fancy grave!
Dig a fancy grave!
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Tonight he’s tracing the lines of his lips in the boudoir
Drive north to a club few can know
And he wonders is he on their mind?
Find out in time.
Tonight they’re fixing their tie in the dust of the mirror
Drive south to a club few can know
And they wonder do they cross his mind?
Find out in time.
Meet me deep inside The Hollow
We can dance all night
Take me down into the parlor
Wrong until it’s right
This slow song is leading us along
Maybe we will
Maybe we won’t
Tonight
Well, their bodies collide on the heat of the dancefloor
Breathe out, let midnight begin
And they wonder are they on their minds?
Find out in—
Meet me deep inside The Hollow
We can dance all night
Take me down into the parlor
Wrong until it’s right
This slow song is leading us along
Maybe we will
Maybe we won’t
Maybe we won’t
Maybe we will.
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10. |
Lit Cigarette
03:25
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Dark eyes with a darker night
If you come with me well I can treat you right
I’m on the big stage with my story and song
And all of it’s revenge on those who treated me wrong
Tell you what I’m gonna do
(Lit cigarette)
Cookin’ up a bitches brew
(Lit cigarette)
In the game that we play
There’s a Cain and an Abel
And I’m bettin’ who’s gonna be who
Tell you what I’m gonna do
(Lit cigarette)
Cookin’ up a bitches brew
(Lit cigarette)
In the game that we play
There’s a Cain and an Abel
And I’m bettin’ who’s gonna be who
Black smoke over dirty fire
If ya talkin’ trash we’ll just pile it higher
We’re on your TV screen
Lookin’ pretty and strong
And all of it’s revenge on those who treated us wrong
Tell you what I’m gonna do
(Lit cigarette)
Cookin’ up a bitches brew
(Lit cigarette)
In the game that we play
There’s a Cain and an Abel
And I’m bettin’ who’s gonna be who
Tell you what I’m gonna do
(Lit cigarette)
Cookin’ up a bitches brew
(Lit cigarette)
In the game that we play
There’s a Cain and an Abel
And I’m bettin’ who’s gonna be who
Now everything was fine until I came to haunt your dreams
(Gimme one!)
You hung me from the rafters with just what y’all meant to me
(Gimme two!)
You tied that rope and stole my hope with only you on your mind
(Please)
But on and on they still sing my song so gimme that nasty nine!
Tell you what I’m gonna do
(Lit cigarette)
Cookin’ up a bitches brew
(Lit cigarette)
In the game that we play
There’s a Cain and an Abel
And I’m bettin’ who’s gonna be who
Tell you what I’m gonna do
(Lit cigarette)
Cookin’ up a bitches brew
(Lit cigarette)
In the game that we play
There’s a Cain and an Abel
And I’m bettin’ who’s gonna be who
Safe Word baby! We back again!
Big stage, telephone
Where are you? All alone!
Big stage, telephone
Where are you? All alone!
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