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1. |
My Town
02:04
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Out came the sun, out came the rain,
Out came the gun, out came the brain
Why is everybody always killing themselves in my town?
Along came a nun, along came a train
Along came a medic crying "God not again
Why is everybody always killing themselves in my town?
Is it an experiment? What do they know?
Is it an epidemic? does the morgue overflow?
Is it something I've done? Something I said?
I can't ask anyone 'cos they're all dead
Why is everybody always killing themselves in my town?
A family moved in right next door
I don't hear the kids scream anymore
Why is everybody always killing themselves in my town?
No papers now, no radio
TV's dead like everybody I know
Why is everybody always killing themselves in my town?
There's nobody coming now to clean up the mess
No letters left behind to justify the loneliness
They're all past caring what anyone thinks
I gotta close the window cos the whole place stinks
Why is everybody always killing themselves in my town?
Oh God don't let them see me I'll hide down on the floor
I saw somebody move but no-one does that anymore
Why?
Why?
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2. |
Let Us Prey
01:33
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Our Father, who art insane
Cursed be thy name
Thy thing will cum, my blood will run
On earth as there is no Heaven
Fill us this day with daily dread
& forget our trespasses as we forsake those who trespass against us
Let us rot in our temptation & deliver us to evil
For mine is the kingdom, the sour & the gory
Forever or never
Amen(tal).
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Zombi Boy
01:56
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Gonna buy me a graveyard of my own,
Live in the middle of the aisles of stone,
Fill it on up 'til there's no more room
Sit a thousand years in the cold & gloom
'til nothings left but dust & bone.
Let the wind teach me it's song,
Dig up the graves & pass it on,
Sing so hot in a necro-choir -
that all the damn sky catches fire
And burns the throats of everyone.
I love the dead, I love the dead
I am Zombi Boy, never cried or bled.
Let everything that I say be.
Go fuck yourself with a pick-axe baby
Feel that cold steel deep inside
Rip the ribcage open wide
So all who fear pain may see...
Let the world be calm & still
With nothing left to harm or kill
Let be the land that died of shame
Eternity forget its name
As it dies so does their Gods will.
I love the dead, I love the dead
I am Zombi Boy, never cried or bled.
Better left unsaid.
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4. |
She's A Demon
03:38
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Wings of fire & eyes that shine so bright
She's a demon she's a vampire of the night
She's got long black snakes a-flowing down her spine
And a body that will really blow your mind
She's a demon, I hear her calling
She's a demon, My limbs are crawling
She's a demon, My body's aching
She's a demon, I think she's taking my soul
I remember what my mama used to say
Son I wouldn't have you any other way.
But why aren't you like all the other boys?
Kissing girls & playing with your toys?"
'Cos She's a demon, I hear her calling
She's a demon, My limbs are crawling
She's a demon, My body's aching
She's a demon, I think she's taking my soul
A long black tail that slides along the floor
& a mouth that'll make you scream on out for more
Hot nails that slice like razors through your skin
& a long black snakelike tongue that reeks of sin.
She's a demon, I hear her calling
She's a demon, My limbs are crawling
She's a demon, My body's aching
She's a demon, I think she's taking my soul
My heart my soul my body's in a trance
My legs won't move my feet don't wanna dance
She's got control she's taking over me
Sex & sin, no hope of sanity.
She's a demon, I hear her calling
She's a demon, My limbs are crawling
She's a demon, My body's aching
She's a demon, I think she's taking...
She's a demon, I hear her calling
She's a demon, My limbs are crawling
She's a demon, My body's aching
She's a demon, I think she's taking my soul
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5. |
HitchHiking To Hell
03:05
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Hitchhiking thru' Wisconsin, got in a truck
Something in the back but he'd said not to look
Ed was the name I remember he gave
He was old he was frail & he stank of the grave
The moonlight lit up a sly grin
He said mother was calling to him
Hitchhiking to Hell, all the way would be touched by that smell.
An actor pulled up in a racy sports-car
Broken hearts on the fender he gazed off afar
A rebel they'd called him but he wasn't sure
With a cause or without one they'd sell his allure
The rear-view mirror, he claimed.
Was to spy on the broken & maimed
Hitchhiking to Hell, I thought he played his part pretty well.
A blonde bombshell pulled over & giggled & sighed
She was obsessed with pink, I was glad of the ride
I'm just the girl who can't help it" she said
I knew that someday she'd be losing her head
When the car came to a halt
Someone whispered it was LaVeys fault
Hitchhiking to Hell, helped by an angel who'd fell.
On a backseat Hank The Drifter he sat
He was long, he was tall in a grey cowboy hat
He'd often heard the lonesome whip poor whill
He had bottles of whisky & bottles of pills
A ramblin' man with the blues.
Backache & born to lose
Hitchhiking to Hell, oh the stories he'd sing & he'd tell.
I stand at the crossroads this calm & dry night
On any horizon no traffic in sight
The voices of my rides come back on the breeze
Distant, insistent like bad memories
Saying 'Don't put your thumb in the air
'cos buddy your already there.
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6. |
Pity My Soul
01:44
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Up jumped the Devil & I froze insane
In his outstretched palm was my burning brain
I said 'If your sellin' I'm buyin' cut the crap, where do I sign?"
Pity my, pity my, pity my soul Pity pity pity my soul.
The corpse of Christ aint bread it's meat
Raped by dogs out in the street
Giveth this day thy Rock 'n' Roll for all sin is divine
Pity my, pity my. pity my soul Pity pity pity my soul.
I hear songs that the dead men sing
Screeching & a-wailin' any goddamn thing
Listen up hard, listen up good, listen while you learn
Pity my, pity my, pity my soul Pity pity pity my soul.
Don't go to Heaven buddy when you die
It's way too quiet & the bars are dry
Get yourself a ticket, get all of your friends. get ready to burn
Pity my, pity my, pity my soul Pity pity pity my soul.
Pity my, pity my, pity my soul Pity pity pity my soul.
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7. |
Body Bag
02:41
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There's a hole in the top where a rib ripped through.
A puddle down the back where a brain seeped goo
& there's no room in here for you
Your gonna need your own whatever else you do
Sitting in my biddy-body bag (x 3)
I feel the plastic on my skin
Daydreaming about climbing in
Veins congeal, I like, I grin
The smell inside is lingering
Sitting in my biddy-body bag (x 3)
Sometimes it gets moist inside
Smudges stain where stuff has dried
Patterns are pretty & print my hide
In aroma of formaldehyde
Sitting in my biddy-body bag (x 3)
It's my own universe in there
It folds & it clings & there ain't much air
I'm not wondering what to wear
I don't need tables & I don't need chairs.
Sitting in my biddy-body bag (x 3)
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8. |
Girl With No Hole
01:39
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When it comes to dinner she goes without
It can't get in & it can't get out
It's all trapped inside going sour
Gonna explode in a septic shower
Girl with no hole you can't do what girls do
Girl with no - oh no!
Her eyes promised me a ride but she didn't have no gas
Didn't have a mouth, didn't even have an ass
So I had to put myself entirely in her hands
I don't know who designed her but they sure fucked-up the plans
Girl with no hole you can't do what girls do
Girl with no - oh no!
She's so uptight 'cos she can't let go
'Cos she's got no valve to blow
But she don't starve, no ifs or buts
Gotta be regurgitating her own guts
Girl with no hole you can't do what girls do
Girl with no - oh no!
Girl with no hole you can't do what girls do
Girl with no - oh no!
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Mainstream
02:39
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In everything you try to do
Your face says you ain't got a clue
You do everything they tell you to
Just like monkeys in a zoo
It's obvious they got to you
Why did you let them get to you?
You've slipped into the mainstream
To never be heard of again
Handed yourself in to your own worst dream
Forever & ever amen
I see what your going through
Life tastes shit but you still chew
Lost & wasted, how time flew
So tragic yet fucking true
It's obvious they got to you
You really let them get to you...
And slipped into the mainstream
To never be heard of again
Handed yourself in to your own worst dream
Forever & ever amen
Now your will's no longer free
Washed away in a colourless sea
Dissolved your identity
Nothing where your face should be
But it can't happen to me
I'll never let it get to me...
Or slip into the mainstream
To never be heard of again
Handed yourself in to your own worst dream
Forever & ever amen
You've got to swim or sink
They want your head to shrink
Your going down
You drown.
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10. |
Mad
03:23
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Paranoid, schizoid, they call me what they will
Sitting in their little rooms saying that I'm ill
But they don't know just what I've been through
Pain that's been caused, caused by you
They say that I'm mad, maybe it's true
Cos I'm mad, mad, I'm mad at you.
Zombies are walking, walking the streets
These are my kind of people, the folks I like to meet
I know how they feel, they're a mirror of me
No heart & no soul, no sanity
They say that I'm crazy, but what can I do?
Cos I'm mad, mad, I'm mad at you.
Monsters are crawling across my floor
Vampires & demons knocking on my front door
The walls have faces they're looking at me
I'm only half the man that I used to be
Say that I'm mad & maybe a little blue
But I'm still mad, mad, I'm mad at you.
Now I dance with the dead, this is all I can do
But I will be back, back to haunt you
You took my love, then you took my life
But I'm going to be the one that gets the final twist of the knife
Now that I'm dead, a zombie it's true
Well I'm still mad, mad, I'm mad at you.
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11. |
The Skeleton Dance
02:58
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Your gonna be sorry,
You made a bad mistake
You can fall asleep now,
but you might not wake
Guess what's heading your way
They'll be upon you one day
No trace of chic or elegance
The Skeleton Dance
Check out behind you,
Check under the bed
Check out at the lobby,
Hex on head
No-one will know what took you
Or the madness you were put through
Coincidence or circumstance, not -
The Skeleton Dance
Can you hear them cackle?
Are you alone?
Can you see the cage around you
Of dancing bone?
Your loudest screams fall silent
The nausea is violent
Through your soul they leap & prance
The Skeletons Dance
So now you join them,
The dancing dead
To haunt & taunt
For whom the curse is said
Your bones will never rest now
Your doomed you are not blessed
How happy are you in your trance
As The Skeletons Dance?
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12. |
Boy Meets Death
02:25
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He didn't have no master when he lived & wouldn't have one when he died
They offered him a choice of two & said that's all there
was, they fucking lied.
They buried him once but the ground spat him back out again.
Got fuel tanks full on human blood, get 45 gallon to the mile
Chassis made of human bone, radiator grill the Devils' smile
Running a race that has no winning post at the end.
Thunder on the mountain, snakes in the bellies of the blind
You know what they say, out of sight out of your mind
He's got no sanity left - boy meets death.
The sheer infatuation's got him shaking all over inside
There's nothing that he wouldn't do to make sure he stays by her side
Up on a pedestal his only ever true friend
He doesn't see the others, the multitudes that pass through her arms
A love that is blind is so easily fooled by fake charms
They buried him once but the ground spat him back out again and again and again.
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13. |
Deathtripping
02:27
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If you can't detect my heartbeat
I'm running it slow
Prick me with your needles
But I won't know
Inside I'm smiling so let me go on
Deathtripping daddio,
Deathtrippin daddio
If I'm laid out cold & thin
& no rigor-mortis is setting in
I'm in there somewhere way below
Just Deathtripping daddio,
Deathtripping daddio
Call my name, cry your tears
'Cos I ain't spoke a word for years
Spare your grief,curb your woe
I'm just Deathtripping daddio,
Deathtripping daddio.
As I lay here I can see
All you folk staring at T.V.
It's closing in but you don't know
Your just Deathtripping daddio
Your all Deathtrippin daddio.
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14. |
Slither
02:25
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I'm a disease, I am a germ
A bio-sleaze, a poisoned sperm
Don't have a purpose, don't have a name
There's nothing else out there the same.
I am the bottom, I am the pits
We're talking mucous, tissue & spit
No feelings, dreams or hopes I just exist.
Don't have to eat or have to drink
Or even breath or have to think
Don't have no contribution to bring
Don't have to achieve anything
Don't have to smile or say "Hello"
Apologise or need to know
I'm just a tumour, I'm an ulcer, I'm a cyst
But I slither, slither, slither, I slither, slither, slither...
So delegate, map out your lands
Communicate, shake your hands
Socialise, accommodate
& pray you don't make second rate
You all aspire for approval from yourselves
& hope you get your share or else
Like the rats down here you'll race yourselves to Hell.
Yes there's no known cure & all I've said is true
But as I cruise this sewer I still slither over you
I'm a bad news toxic tumour bug
I'm a virus breathing meltdown drug
If you ever get a wind of me you're doomed to despondency
You'll plead for the death I'll never know
You'll burn, You'll melt, wither slow
Slip on me & vomit at the smell
I slither, slither, slither, I slither, slither, slither ....
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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 nine 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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