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Hell's Vagina
02:58
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Deathtrip to the end of the world fuelled on Satan’s piss.
Carnage all over the windscreen, shards of bone can't stop this eyeball slasher for the Queen Of Blood on The Devils' highway.
Another strip club massacre behind me, every-fucking-day's like doomsday.
Heading down to Hells Vagina, tortured souls masturbate it now.
Did an autopsy on a squirming creep with a few more hours to live,
Concluded the cause of death was only that I never ever forgive.
Deep in the dark the smell of pain so sweet I singalong,
I can taste blood in the rain, death gives me a hard on.
'You're entering Hells Vagina', says a sign looks like we made it now.
One Bloody Mary mother of Christ and another in Mitre Square,
Everybody on the brink of insanity wondering how they got there.
When I fuck I fuck to kill right to the bitter end,
Come back baby, don't be dead - let's do that again
Crossed the line to Hells Vagina, in the rear view it’s all burning down.
'Welcome to Hells Vagina' said a sign so many miles back now.
She woke up this morning, told the sun to go back down,
Rome burned, Jesus wept, she pissed on hallowed ground.
Death rains down on a summer’s day that burns to the fucking bone,
Harpies coming down to prey tantalise my hormones.
Here I cum Hells Vagina, population decimated now.
Deep down in Hells Vagina, scenery's familiar somehow.
Burn.
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House Of Bone
02:58
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Sat at the end of another day, no work, no play,
In my garden no birds ever sang.
Silence my familiar friend, all good things come to an end - the disconnected telephone rang.
Hear things, near things. Fear things in the House of Bone.
For what did I rise to my feet - some trick? some treat?
Crossed the floor, who could be on the line?
Took the call and listened to a taunting voice I knew. It froze my blood with menace - it was mine.
Greet things, meet things, sweet things in the House of Bone
To the door, flung it wide but there's no outside.
Every mirror displays an empty room.
I feel the receiver against my head in the reflections instead it hangs alone, suspended in the gloom.
Behold things, cold things. Untold things in the House of Bone
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock
Rooms are dark and the cupboards are bare, echoes ring out everywhere,
What do the pictures on these walls reveal?
Hear the creaking more and more, fearing what's behind each door,
The skin of the decor is starting to peel.
Change things , arrange things, strange things in the House of Bone
Sense things, commence things, intense things in the House of Bone
Inspect things, dissect things, resurrect things in the House of Bone
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock
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Collarbomb
02:00
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Girl in the collarbomb, gonna make you mine x2
We'll be together 'til you're out of time.
Girl in the collarbomb, all eyes on you, x2
When you walk through a crowd they all step back and let you through.
Hey you, where'd you get the collarbomb?
Fashionista heart attack.
Hey you, where'd you get the collarbomb?
Everybody stand right back.
Girl in the collarbomb, what makes you tick? x2
I'm gonna find your button then I know we're gonna click.
Hey you, where'd you get the collarbomb?
Fashionista heart attack.
Hey you, where'd you get the collarbomb?
Everybody stand right back.
Girl in the collarbomb, gonna miss you so, x2
But when you lose your head you want the world to know.
Hey you, where'd you get the collarbomb?
Fashionista heart attack.
Hey you, where'd you get the collarbomb?
Everybody stand, everybody stand right back.
Gotta date ya, to detonate ya.
Everybody get the fuck out.
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Necronomicon
03:04
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Have you seen her eyes?
For Gods' sake what happened to her eyes?
She's down in the cellar screaming "You will die,
Like the others before you by the number.
Why have you disturbed our sleep? Awakened us from our ancient slumber?
We'll get you one by one. You'll never take the Necronomicon".
We just played that tape and now the woods outside attack and rape.
We'll never leave here alive, like the others before you by the number.
Why have you disturbed our sleep? Awakened us from our ancient slumber?
We'll get you one by one. You'll never take the Necronomicon".
And so it went. Total bodily dismemberment is the only real goodbye.
Like the others before you by the number.
Why have you disturbed our sleep? Awakened us from our ancient slumber?
We'll get you one by one. You will die like the others before you by the number.
Why have you disturbed our sleep? Awakened us from our ancient slumber?
We'll get you one by one.
You'll never take the Necronomicon.
You'll never take the Necronomicon.
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The Letter
03:00
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Eyes that saw the face have throats that cannot tell.
Gurgling, raw, disgraced, nothing left to sell.
Their names remembered now for evermore,
Once wretched now dismembered, Whitechapel whores.
Words on paper, burning, bloody, scrawled in red.
Years hence men of learning study every thread,
"Dear World, I stood where you can't stand.
Yours Truly, in blood, catch me when you can,
From Hell".
Confrontation scandalous, blemishes remain,
High society’s canvas indelibly stained.
No why sir, no who, the exposed underbelly bleeds,
The heart of the dawn of the modern world helpless against the deeds,
From Hell.
Surgeon? Noble? Seek the monster among men.
Those who saw the same as he would never sleep again.
No mercy, no shame, butchered extremes,
Panic just a game, helpless prey denied their screams.
"Dear World, My works done, you'll never understand.
Yours Truly, I've won, catch me when you can,
From Hell...
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Hexing
04:20
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There's a candle a-burnin’, with a light that you don't see,
There's a tide that's a-turning, dark waters they will be,
I know just what I'm doing, commit to what I say,
I'm courtin' with your ruin and sending it your way,
I know just what I'm doing, and there'll be Hell to pay
(There's) blood on the table, markings on the floor,
This world's no longer able to keep this from your door,
I bet you're out there thinking I'm wishing you were dead,
Well that is something that I leave for you to wish instead,
It won't be me between us, wishing you were dead.
Deep is the night, Hexing.
Rusty nails and black cat bone, tied with a lock of your hair,
Shiny beads on a tombstone, tension in the air,
Stood in graveyard dirt, dagger to the sky,
Offering my shirt to the Devil when I die.
Been out to the graveyard looking demons in the eye.
Deep is the night, Hexing.
All you ever cherished, the ones who you need so,
One by one they're gonna perish, helpless you watch them go,
Laughter turns to cryin', pleasure turns to pain,
Living turns to dyin', sunshine turns to rain,
There’ll be no denyin' that sun won't shine on you again
There's a candle a-burning with a light that you don't see,
There's a tide that's a-turning, dark waters they will be.
I know just what I'm doing, commit to what I say,
I'm courtin' with your ruin and sending it your way
I know just what I'm doing, and there'll be Hell to pay
There'll be all Hell to pay, Hell to pay.
Deep is the night, Hexing.
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Born To Die
02:19
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Rest In Peace these mortal remains,
Head and a body, but not enough brains to keep that red stuff in the veins.
Here lies scientist Hannah Batiste
Killed by a radioactive beast in her secret laboratory far out East
Born to die. Born to die.
In memory of Gamblin' Jack, finally a shirt stays on his back,
Should have put his money on a heart attack
Together forever are him and her, nobody’s sure how this occurred,
Quarrelled 'til they both got the final word
Born to die. Born to die.
Here marks the grave of Wrestler McGraw thrown from the ring with a broken jaw now he fights 6 corners for evermore.
Lying in state this noble Queen, abdication unforeseen when she met Madame Guillotine.
Born to die. Born to die. Born to die. Born to die.
Here lie the bones of one and all,
Old, young, fat, skinny, short and tall
Headed for here as soon as they could crawl…
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Thermonuclear Whore
02:15
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Kiss of death stings like a whip, sweet taste of apocalips
I am seeing red, must be the light.
Radiation in the air, wildfires raging everywhere,
Things are glowing hot tonight - 10,000 fucking Fahrenheit.
The blast blows me away, the past is yesterday,
Right now this world’s gasping for more - Thermo-Nuclear Whore.
Here comes World War 69, I got yours and you got mine,
Through the burning embers let ‘em crawl,
Everybody blown to bits, society crumbles in the blitz,
Civilizations back's against the wall, rise up and fuck it all
The blast blows me away, the past is yesterday,
Right now this world can’t take no more - Thermo-Nuclear Whore.
The blast blows me away, badass hot lingerie,
We meltdown to our very core - Thermo-Nuclear Whore.
Heard so many Sirens wail, orgies on the richter scale,
Bodies lie and smoulder where they fell.
Into the abyss we stare, when she's dragged us all down there she'll fuck the Devil in his Hell, and then she'll fuck his wife as well.
The blast blows me away, the past is yesterday,
Right now this world’s gasping for more.
The thrills are coming thick and fast today, badass hot lingerie,
We meltdown to our very core - Thermo-Nuclear Whore.
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Evil Genius
03:12
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Rules are for breaking,
Thoughts are forbidden.
Fools are for taking,
Truth is hidden.
Queens are for insects,
Wars are for money.
Lying is complex,
The truth ain’t funny.
Paths are for walking.
Memories forgotten.
Prey are for stalking.
Graves for the rotten.
All for the hell of it.
Stand for the King.
Live for the bullshit,
Die for nothing.
Human see, human do, nothing here benefits you.
Murdered dreams behind your eyes, out of view the Evil Genius' sighs.
Time is for killing.
Sights for sore eyes.
Thoughts for a shilling,
Pennies for the guys.
Better never wake up,
Real monsters here to get you,
Not just fools in make-up who want to say they met you.
No thoughts, no regrets, the public wants what the public gets.
Listen hard to commands in a language you don't understand
Stand aside, the dead speak, tell the truth however bleak
You can’t lose, you can’t win, silently the Evil Genius grins.
Life is for living,
Reach for the skies.
Death's unforgiving words for the wise speak the unspeakable, for no-one knows why Heaven's full of people who didn't want to die
Human see, human do, nothing here benefits you.
Dreams belong behind your eyes, the Evil Genius' smells the lies
The Devil has tunes, The Devil has taste, The Devil has said life isn't to waste on homage to deities up in some sky in devotion to nothing as we wait to die. No thoughts, no regrets, the public wants what the public gets.
If you can’t face what you seek, never let the Evil Genius speak.
Heaven's full of people we didn't want to die.
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10. |
The Great Brain Robbery
02:07
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The fire behind my face, the madness I can taste,
Will rage as it has through countless years of falling from grace.
Like a vampire to the vein, like a masochist to pain,
Like an undertaker to a widows' tears I'm bound for the insane,
Man, woman and child.
Brain back, I want my brain back.
Get off of my mind.
I don't expect my fortune, I don't deserve a friend,
I know that one day I began and someday I will end,
So I'll just eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry,
Fuck when I'm horny, curse when I die, scream once in a while.
Brain back, give me my brain back,
I've come for my mind.
Brain back, I want my brain back.
You give up my mind.
Did anyone see what happened to me?
Did anyone see The Great Brain Robbery?
In my head a tune I remember, in my hand a smoking gun,
Barefoot see me walk on the embers, see blood run, long mile after mile.
Brain back, give me my brain back, hand in my mind,
Gimme my brain back, I want my brain back, stand away from my mind.
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11. |
Sweet Suicide Tears
02:33
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Behind the cemetery wall's a place from which you can't come back,
I've only been there in my mind,
Where if you saw your face your shattered nerves would crack.
Paths there deceive as they unwind.
Typhoid Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow?
With funeral bells, tears from Hell and the screams of those below.
At night I lock my windows and my doors,
Some things I just don't want to hear,
These rooms are not the place to be reminded of the taste of
Sweet Suicide, Sweet Suicide Tears.
Behind the cemetery wall's a place from which you can't return,
Everything must be left behind,
Wrapped in dark flames disgraceful lonely figures burn,
They are contorted and entwined.
Typhoid Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow?
With funeral bells, tears from Hell and the screams of those below.
At night I don't say my prayers any more.
There's things that God don't want to hear,
How lies and travesties send angels dying on their knees in
Sweet Suicide, Sweet Suicide Tears
In Gardens of Serenity I can hear and I can see,
Sweet Suicide, Sweet Suicide Tears.
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12. |
True Hate Never Dies
02:49
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All across the floors and walls, dripping from the ceiling,
Through the darkness loathing crawls, how well I know this feeling.
Mercy is a ghost that comes to haunt the hopeless crying,
Not much left to separate the living from the dying.
Damn your eyes.
Grind another axe to chop more lies out of heads,
Each a book of blood, when they are opened they are red.
Curse this ground I walk upon, slanderise my name,
Hate those who are different hate those who are all the same.
All Rise.
It conquers all, it is old and wise.
Empires fall, true hate never dies.
It conquers all, it is old and wise.
Empires fall, true hate never dies.
Carnage on the ground, questions in the air that never find a voice,
No blood can be spared.
Never turn the other cheek, forget or forgive,
This earth was - never for the meek, none shall live.
Despise.
It conquers all, it is old and wise.
Empires fall, true hate never dies.
It conquers all, it is old and wise.
Empires fall, true hate never dies.
It conquers all, it is old and wise.
Empires fall, true hate, true hate, never dies.
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13. |
Walk With A Devil
02:59
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Placed a walking cane made from a snake in this hand,
Rendered me insane so I could withstand all I set out to see.
How the tears still stain and haunt me.
Walk with a Devil, walk with a Devil.
In the cemeteries’ my spirit plays and sees me,
Profane commentaries just ways to tease thee,
Oh I still hear things that I said,
Still taste the salt in the wounds I bled.
Walk with a Devil, walk with a Devil.
Many have fell along the roads I’ve chosen,
Even in the flames of Hell my heart was frozen,
In the landscapes I passed through,
Through the flickering flames I’ve seen you,
Walk with a Devil, walk with a Devil.
Walk with a Devil, walk with a Devil.
Walk with a Devil, walk with a Devil.
Walk with a Devil, walk with a Devil.
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The Hangmen England, UK
Veteran underground 'cult' band shooting punk rock n' roll ammo using Psychobilly
hardware.
Slogging countless loud sweaty gigs and tours across the UK, Europe & North America with a prolific self-penned repertoire of dark , raw devils music that spans eight albums to date, The Hangmen are for the 'Play Loud' crowd with a canny knack for never repeating themselves, or anyone else.
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