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Catatonic Cutie
03:47
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See the little gal that I have found
Everybody says "Put it back in the ground, desecration's against the law"
Keep your big nose out, hold your jaw
She's my Catatonic Cutie (a Voodoo beauty)
And I say any you folks don't like the way I pray, outta my way.
Ay-hay-hay-ay x 4
She don't fuss and we don't fight
She don't sleep at day or night
Eyes of grey, skin of blue
A smell no perfume can outdo
She's my Catatonic Cutie (a Voodoo beauty)
And I say any you folks don't like the way I pray, outta my way.
Ay-hay-hay-ay x 4
Ay-yay-yay.
Everybody wants me out of town
Buried at the crossroads head face down
They won't try 'cos I'm a child of the man in the hat who always smiles.
She's my Catatonic Cutie (a Voodoo beauty)
And I say any you folks don't like the way I pray, outta my way.
Ay-hay-hay-ay.
See the little gal that I have found
Everybody says "Put it back in the ground, desecration's against the law"
Keep your big nose out, hold your jaw
She's my Catatonic Cutie (a Voodoo beauty)
And I say any you folks don't like the way I pray, outta my way.
Ay-hay-hay-ay x 4
Ay-yay-yay.
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Many many many years ago, perhaps 'fore you were born
Dead and laid away with no delay when my heartbeat was gone
But I was a man and men have souls, men go down in six foot holes the Lord of The Dead has that in his collection.
The sun shines black, inhabiting dreams, I'm left with skin and bones
Everything seems so much better now, everybody leaves me alone
I heard my loved ones as they cried and lowered my box on the day that I died
If I could laugh I'd laugh at my tombstone.
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
They won't find my soul to save.
Keep the salt well away from me and don't send me along
I'm just a shell no Heaven or Hell for me to settle on
Knew all along that I'd be back, I ain't no hypochondriac
Hope of recovery is a long time gone
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
They won't find my soul to save.
All those many many years ago, perhaps 'fore you were born
Died and laid away without delay when my heartbeat was gone
But I was a man and men have souls, men go down in six foot holes the Lord of The Dead has that in his collection.
The sun shines black, inhabiting dreams, I'm left with skin and bones
Everything seems so much better now, everybody leaves me alone
I heard my loved ones as they cried and lowered my box on the day that I died
If I could laugh I'd laugh at my tombstone.
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
They won't find my soul.
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
Who's been sleeping in my grave?
They won't find my soul to save.
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3. |
Rancid & Red Raw
02:28
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I want my dinner and I want it now
I ain't gonna wait no more
I've got the pride and the self control of an epileptic whore
Grab it, stab it, rip off the skin, fight it tooth and claw
Let them blowflies do their job, rancid and red raw.
Stand the crying 'Golly Gosh'
Jump out of the brainwash
Cross your heart and hope I die
Death will never dignify those who should have never been born.
I wanna dance, I wanna dance now
Smash holes in that floor
I'm at breaking point like the face of a mother with a son away at war
I can't dance to fuck all that ain't rotten to the core
The only sound for this gorehound - rancid and red raw.
Stand the crying 'Golly Gosh'
Jump out of the brainwash
Cross your heart and hope I die
Death'll never dignify those who should have never been born.
I want a woman and I want one now
So drag one through that door
Tie her to the bed and get the hammer and give the bitch what for
Turn the place into a pulp of broken bones and gore
Foreplay over, yes I love you rancid and red raw
Stand the crying 'Golly Gosh'
Jump out of the brainwash
Cross your heart and hope I die
Death'll never dignify those who should have never been born.
I want a drink, I want one now
Smash me a bottle and pour
Don't you stop 'til you see vomit dribbling down my jaw
Oh how my intestines hemorrhage and sore
And that's how I feel real good inside, rancid and red raw.
Stand the crying 'Golly Gosh'
Jump out of the brainwash
Cross your heart and hope I die
Death'll never dignify those who should have never been born.
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Slaughterhouse Strut
02:53
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I clocked my card down at the abattoir, had myself a shower, jumped into my car
Drove home for the weekend there's a party round at mine
You're all mighty welcome if you don't mind dyin'
Get into the bourbon, get me really high
Shitkickin' music, time flyin' by
Then at the stroke of midnight, time to spill your guts
'Cos dancing at my parties means a slaughterhouse strut.
Carnage, blood lust, call it what you will
You never have to dance but there'll be no-one standing still
So many bones in the barn the doors don't shut
Dancing at my party means slaughterhouse strut.
Don't you get me wrong now, this isn't just a quirk
I can't knock off at weekends, I really love my work
There's lots of ways to do it, and I can do 'em all
Hear the bare feet slapping in the blood right up the hall
See your friends and family coming up the track
Saying 'These parties must be good 'cos no-ones coming back'
I haven't got a ballroom, I only got a hut
But you don't need a dance hall for the slaughterhouse strut.
I clocked my card down at the abattoir, had myself a shower, jumped into my car
Drove home for the weekend there's a party round at mine
You're all mighty welcome if you don't mind dyin'
Get into the bourbon, get me really high
Shitkickin' music, time flyin' by
At the stroke of midnight, time to spill your guts
'Cos dancing at my parties means a slaughterhouse strut.
Carnage, blood lust, call it what you will
You never have to dance but there'll be no-one standing still
So many bones in the barn the doors don't shut
Dancing at my party means slaughterhouse strut.
Thanks for comin' y'all
Goodnight.
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5. |
Worms
03:08
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Let me lock the door and take your coat
Take these pills and shove 'em down your throat
That mouldy smell can kind of sting your eyes
I bet you've never seen so many flies
Sure I've had guests before, they're right behind the door
Worms, worms, worms.
Do feel free to vomit as you please
No call for you to worry about disease
They're cultivated from my guests remains
From their toenails to the center of their brains
As soon as they're cold, new life from old
Worms, worms, worms.
You're in no fit state to resist I see
And now it's time to join the family
The doors the walls the neighbours are all thick
Scream at will, scream until you're sick
Enjoy your final breath, forth from your death
Worms, worms, worms.
Let me lock the door and take your coat
Take these pills and shove 'em down your throat
That mouldy smell can kind of sting your eyes
I bet you've never seen so many flies
Sure I've had guests before, they're right behind that door
Worms, worms, worms
Worms, worms, worms
Worms, worms.
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6. |
Pet Monster
01:51
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I'm a thousand years old and I live in the drains
I fuck and love to feed on brains (brains)
Brains I can smell 'em got no cerebellum for to ease your aches and pains
No PHD, lobotomy, I love to hear the people cry
Cry for their mothers, got a god?, any others?
In the time it takes to die.
My pet monster hits the night, comes back home at dawn
My pet monster likes to bury his bones under your lawn.
I prowl the nightlife leather clad, I like my women bad (bad)
Bad to the bone from the sleazehouse zone victim myriad.
Ain't nobody lives to tell, I get off on the smell (smell)
Smell that mold some ten days old, every rotten cell.
I took tonights meal where it stood, you've never seen so much blood
Blood and hair and bones and there ain't nothing like it so good
My pet monster hits the night, comes back home at dawn
My pet monster likes to bury his bones under your lawn.
I'm a thousand years old and I live in the drains
I fuck and love to feed on brains (brains)
Brains I can smell 'em got no cerebellum for to ease your aches and pains
My body odor is a toxic cloud
I'm young, carnivorous and proud
Great big hole in the middle of the sky
I put it there, goodbye.
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Acid Bath
02:52
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When I get home I'm in need of a scrub
When I get home I'm in need of a scrub
I pull off my clothes and I hold my nose and I dive right in the tub.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Yeah if your old womans hot under the collar with you
If old womans getting hot under the collar with you
Burn baby burn there's a lesson to learn, gonna turn her into stew.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Oh my old hounddog come on home with fleas
Hounddog of mine walked right through my own kitchen with fleas
Well I ain't being funny but I ain't got the money for veterinary fees.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Yeah hubble and bubble, no more trouble my friend
Hubble and bubble and no more trouble my friend
Soak up the suds, boil a little blood in a hydrochloric blend.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
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8. |
Gun Law
02:48
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9. |
The Last Man In Space
02:53
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Being the last man in space is sure a whole lot of fun
fifty light years since I seen anyone
The crew of this junk I left behind somewhere, bound to be dead now but I don't care
Now I'm hanging out in a bucket of rust
The planet that I grew up on blown to dust
And this little stowaway with no air-fare
Let the paying passengers gasp for air.
The cosmos is for me to roam
Got no planet I can call home
Got any kind of life about?
The last man in space is gonna wipe it out.
The last man in space is gonna cruise evermore
No traffic cops to stop me breaking a law
And if you're picking this up on your radio
Jump in the fastest thing you got and go
It's just a matter of time before your planet is found
Hide on the surface you can hide underground
A little bit bored, little bit tense
Little red button blow you out of existence.
The cosmos for me to roam
Got no planet I can call home
Any kind of life about?
The last man in space is gonna wipe it out.
Being the last man in space is sure a whole lot of fun
fifty light years since I seen anyone
The crew of this junk I left behind somewhere, bound to be dead now but I don't care
Now I'm hanging out in a bucket of rust
Planet that I grew up on blown to dust
And this little stowaway with no air-fare
Let the paying passengers gasp for air.
The cosmos is for me to roam
Got no planet I can call home
Got any kind of life about?
The last man in space is gonna wipe it out.
Over and out.
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10. |
Uranium Rock
03:25
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11. |
Lucys' House
02:40
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Smashed up rooms, cigarette butts, brother's in the corner with his throat cut
Her eyes are white, screams all night, speaks in tongues but her mouth is shut.
Let's go play round Lucy's House her parents are away
Lucy's got invisible friends she's called them up to stay.
I was there yesterday night she was stuck to the ceiling covered in bites
Blood on the floor, slime on the door, whoever they are they're uptight.
Let's go play round Lucy's House her parents are away
Lucy's got invisible friends she's called them up to stay.
Hordes of insects everywhere, six inches long they live in her hair
Spews up toads, her tongue explodes, it's never ever boring round there.
Let's go play round Lucy's House her parents are away
Lucy's got invisible friends she's called them up to stay.
Smashed up rooms, cigarette butts, brother's in the corner with his throat cut
Her eyes are white, screams all night, speaks in tongues but her mouth is shut.
Let's go play round Lucy's House her parents are away
Lucy's got invisible friends she's called them up to stay.
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Let me tell you dear listener, of an experience that I had one cool dry night whilst faraway from home.
An experience which even now even to me in the stark light of day seems almost unreal and dreamlike.
Whilst out walking alone my hearing picked up the sound of far off drums.
Purely out of curiosity I followed the sound at an increasingly unleisurely pace through the brick and concrete that is this civilisations jungle.
The sound eventually drew me to a clearing, where I witnessed a truly fantastic and orgiastical performance which seemed to me to represent the very thin line between modern society and the primitive.
Swirling, colliding dancers, totally oblivious to all around them, seemingly possessed by spirits long since dead to this world were howling, glassy-eyed and drinking from bottles in staggering amounts.
The rhythmic energies of the ceremony were being provided by three instrumentalists on a raised platform bathed in light, whose chants - whilst incomprehensible to me - appeared to have great meaning to these revelers.
I felt drawn into this chaos, finding my body reacting to the cacophony almost with a will of its' own.
Eventually, shedding the cautions of an outsider I behaved as they did - howling and dancing abandonedly into the night.
Amen.
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13. |
Acid Bath (bass mix)
02:51
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When I get home I'm in need of a scrub
When I get home I'm in need of a scrub
I pull off my clothes and I hold my nose and I dive right in the tub.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Yeah if your old womans hot under the collar with you
If old womans getting hot under the collar with you
Burn baby burn there's a lesson to learn, gonna turn her into stew.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Oh my old hounddog come on home with fleas
Hounddog of mine walked right through my own kitchen with fleas
Well I ain't being funny but I ain't got the money for veterinary fees.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Yeah hubble and bubble, no more trouble my friend
Hubble and bubble and no more trouble my friend
Soak up the suds, boil a little blood in a hydrochloric blend.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, sizzle, drip
Acid bath, what you gotta do is smoke, sizzle and spasm
'til your bones all shine like new.
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Medicine Man (demo)
03:09
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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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