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Rumbrave
03:05
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I had jade colored eyes
That shimmered in the sun
If you stared at them too long
You'd catch a glimpse of what I'd done
The faces of the damned
And all the butchered lambs
If I had to do it over
I just would've done it slower
When we meet you will see
I will destroy everything of beauty
When we meet then you'll know
I'll be the axe that clears the forest
When I had my fill and tasted every kill
There was nothin' left to do
But bow out of this world
I heard tell of a place
Where the dead walk tall and proud
Where men like me were needed
To thin the growing crowd
Deep below the dunes I roved
Past the rows past the rows
Beside the acacias freshly in bloom
I send men to their doom
I spent those days runnin' hard and fast
With no place to lay my head
The sound of the rain against the roof
Was loud enough to wake the dead
And my legs were tired and my feet were cold
But all I could do was get back on the road
So I came upon a shanty town
Full of bitter men
Where carved into a crude wood sign
It read 'welcome to the end'
For a dollar you could buy a girl
Of every possible design
But you couldn't find one decent man
Or a word spoken kind
Whiskey was for supper
A man couldn't ask for better!
When we meet you willl see
I will destroy everything of beauty
When we meet then you'll know
I'll be the axe that clears the forest
I spent those days huntin' hard and fast
With no place to lay my head
And the sound of the rain against the roof
Was loud enough to wake the dead
And my legs were tired and my feet were cold
But all I could do was get back on the road
We were left alone left alone
Every king on his lonely throne
We were left alone left alone
Every king on his lonely throne
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2x4
05:31
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I’m gonna make you, shake you, take you
I’m gonna be the one who breaks you
Put the screws to you, yeah, my way
Yeah, come on and come on, come and make my day
Make my day
Got some hell to pay, I steal your thunder
The joy of violent movement, pulls you under
Bite the bullet, well hard
Yeah, but I die harder, so go too far
Too far
Friction, fusion, retribution
I can’t hear you, talk to me
I can’t hear you, so talk to me
I can’t hear you, are you talking to me?
I can’t hear you, are you talking to me?
I can’t hear you, time to meet my lord
I can’t hear you, talk to two by four
I’m gonna make you, shake you, take you
I’m gonna be that one who breaks you
Put the screws to you, my way
Hey, come on and come on, come and make my day
Make my day
Friction, fusion, retribution
I can’t hear you, talk to me
I can’t hear you, come talk to me
I can’t hear you, are you talking to me?
I can’t hear you, are you talking to me?
I can’t hear you, time to meet my lord
I can’t hear you, talk to two by four
Talk to two by four
It don’t take no more
Friction, fusion, retribution
I’m gonna make you talk to me
I’m gonna trick you, so talk to me
I can’t hear you, are you talking to me?
I can’t hear you, you talking to me?
I can’t hear you, time to meet my lord
I can’t hear you, talk to two by four
She don’t take no more
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3. |
Honeybee
05:03
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"Alright here we go
It's a little number called give me some sugar
Little honey natural bee"
Hey
Come on now, give me some sugar
Give me some sugar, little honey bee
Don't be afraid, not gonna hurt you
I wouldn't hurt my little honey bee
"That's right"
Don't say a word, 'bout what we're doin'
Don't say nothin' little honey bee
Don't tell your momma, don't tell your sister
Don't tell your boyfriend, little honey bee
She like to call me king bee
She like to buzz 'round my tree
I call her honey bee
I'm a man in a trance
I'm a boy in short pants
When I see my honey bee
Well I've got something to say
"Oh
Buzz awhile
Yeah
Twenty dollar
Thirty dollars
One hundred and fifty dollars"
Look here now, peace in the valley
Peace in the valley with my honey bee
Don't say a word, 'bout what we're doin'
Don't say nothin ' little honey bee
She give me her monkey hand
And a Rambler sedan
I'm the king of Milwaukee
Her juju beads are so nice
She kissed my third cousin twice
I'm the king of Pomona
Well I've got something to say, yeah
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The sky is blue, the grass is brown
My head is buried inside this helmet
The ever present threat of parasites
So take my hand, let's get these motors running
Drive red, so you drive red
And I'll drive black, I'll drive black
We'll see who's machine was recently serviced
We'll slit these rows of good years like a knife
We don't fear, we don't fear
We don't fear, we don't fear
We don't fear these machines
I got the scoop, I got the scoop
And it doesn't look so good
So good for you
So you drive red, drive red
And I'll drive black, I'll drive black
We'll see who's machine was recently serviced
We'll cut this row of Goodyear like a knife
Like a knife, like a knife, yeah
We'll cut this row of Goodyear like a knife
So you drive red, you drive red
And I'll drive black, I'll drive black
We'll see who's machine was recently serviced
We'll cut this row of good years like a knife
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5. |
Filth Pig
06:19
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I start out you're in a daze and people start younger
In a thousand days and it's getting overexposed
Then someone asks, "How do you sleep at night?"
With the borrowed dreams from a broken past
You keep runnin' away don't matter how fast
or long you always wind up there
Another thousand pileups in the ugly name of morality
Fucking ugly, some creepy guy keeps asking
"How the fuck do you sleep at night?"
With a frozen dream and a borrowed hope that died
Filth pig, filth pig
I sleep with both eyes open
Filth pig, filth pig
I keep chasing this tail but the tail gets bigger go figure
A thousand... keep the fires and flames alive
So how the fuck do I dream at night?
With the memories of a borrowed death, the guilty tide
Filth pig, filth pig
He sleeps with both eyes open
Filth pig, filth pig
He sleeps all right because he's a
Filth pig
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6. |
Hooker With A Penis
04:10
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I met a boy wearing Vans, 501s
And a dope Beastie tee, nipple rings
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was OGT, back from '92, from the first EP
And in between sips of Coke
He told me that he thought we were sellin' out
Layin' down, suckin' up to the man
Well now I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy
Before you point the finger
You should know that I'm the man
I'm the man and you're the man
And he's the man as well
So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass
All you know about me is what I've sold ya, dumb fuck
I sold out long before you'd ever even heard my name
I sold my soul to make a record, dip shit
And then you bought one
I've got some advice for you, little buddy
Before you point the finger
You should know that I'm the man
If I'm the fucking man
Then you're the fucking man as well
So you can point that fuckin' finger up your ass
All you know about me is what I've sold you, dumb fuck
I sold out long before you'd ever even heard my name
I sold my soul to make a record, dip shit
And then you bought one
All you read and wear or see and
Hear on tv is a product begging for your
Fat-ass dirty dollar
Shut up and
Buy, buy, buy my new record
And buy, buy, buy, send more money
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
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7. |
Ohio
03:00
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Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon's coming
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming
Four dead in Ohio
Four dead in Ohio (four dead)
Four dead in Ohio (four)
Four dead in Ohio
Four dead in Ohio (how many more?)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (oh)
Four dead in Ohio (oh)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio (why?)
Four dead in Ohio
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8. |
Devil's Whorehouse
01:40
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She works at the devil's whorehouse
She loves carnality
In her human pit of love
Entrance to heresy, well
When I sin, I sin real good
When I sin, I sin for sure
Come on up to the devil's whorehouse
Intimate hell of a demon slut, well
Angels take their time in falling
Come alive in the house that screams
When I sin, I sin real good
When I sin, I sin for sure
Come alive in the house that screams
Come alive in the house that screams
This is the devil's whorehouse
Best time for beating backs
Said this is the devil's whorehouse
Best time for midnight masses
When I sin, I sin real good
When I sin, I sin for sure
Come alive in the house that screams
Come alive in the house that screams
When I sin, I sin real good
When I sin, I sin for sure
When I sin, I sin real good
When I sin, I sin for sure (devil's whorehouse)
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9. |
I Don't Care
03:38
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Ohh
Ohhh
Say my name and his in the same breath
I dare you to say they taste the same
Let the leaves fall off in the summer
And let December glow in flames
Erase myself and let go
Start it over again in Mexico
These friends, they don't love you
They just love the hotel suites, now
I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
I said I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Ohh
Ohh
Oh take a chance let your body get a tolerance
I'm not a chance, put a heat wave in your pants
Pull a breath like another cigarette
Pawnshop heart trading up (trading up)
On the oracle in my chest,
Let the guitar scream like a fascist
Sweat it out, shut your mouth
Free love on the streets but
In the alley it ain't that cheap, now
I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
I said I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
Ohh
Ohhh
I said, I don't care just what you think
As long as it's about me
I said I don't care just what you think
As long as it's about me
I said I don't care (I don't care)
I said I don't care (I don't care)
I said I (I) don't (don't) care (care)
I (I) don't (don't) care (no I don't)
I don't care, (I said)
I don't care, (I said)
I (I) don't (don't) care (care)
I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
I said I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness in misery
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I look for trouble and I found it son
Straight down the barrel of a law man's gun
I tried to run but I don't think I can
You make one move and you're a dead man friend
Ain't living long like this
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back
And left me reeling on a steel reel rack
They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby
Ain't living long like this
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
Grew up in Houston off the wayside drives
Son of a car-hop and some all night dives
Dad drove a stock car to an early death
All I remember was a drunk man's breath
Ain't living long like this
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
You know the story how the wheel goes 'round?
Don't let them take you to the man downtown
Can't sleep at all in a jailhouse baby
Ain't living long like this
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
I live with angel she's a roadhouse queen
Makes Texas Ruby look like Sandra Dee
I want to love her but I don't know how
I'm at the bottom in the jailhouse now
Ain't living long like this
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
You know the story about the jailhouse rock?
Don't want to do it but just don't get caught
They got 'em all in the jailhouse baby
Ain't living long like this
Can't live at all like this, can I baby?
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11. |
Around the Horn
02:49
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Give it a rest
And then try it again with more soul
Until you learn that clearing your heads
The same as losing control in this space
Don't let it drive you crazy
Don't let it drive you insane there's no point
Because you'll just keep turning us on
And turning us off and on and off and on
Until we're light as a feather and we're stiff as a board
Light as a feather and we're stiff as a board
Give it a break
Cause if you try it again you'll get bored
Because you don't really know where it starts
But you know that it ends with no friends
Cause even this is a test
And I'm sorry if it breaks your bubble
But you still need some rest
Because it's gonna go
It's gonna go
On and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
Until it hurts
We will go on and on and on
On and on and on
On and on and on
Until it hurts
Turning us on (turning us on)
And turning us off (and turning us off)
You keep turning us on (turning us on)
And turning us off (and turning us off)
You keep turning us on (turning us on)
And turning us off (and turning us off)
You keep turning us on (turning us on)
And turning us off (and turning us off)
You keep turning us on (turning us on)
And turning us off (and turning us off)
You keep turning us on (turning us on)
And turning us off (and turning us off)
Turning us on (turning us on)
And turning us off (and turning us off)
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12. |
Killer Wolf
04:09
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I'm the wolf
I'm the one you want
I'm the killer wolf
I'm 'onna pound you home
I'm the wolf
Howlin' all night
I curl up next to you
When you're all alone
When I go inside your little girl, and I do
When I go inside your little girl
Just one kiss, yes
From my lips
Rake your soul
Over burning coals
I'm the wolf
Howlin' all night
I'm the king wolf
I put the chill in your bones
I'm the wolf
Hunting you down
I ain't no back door wolf
I don't scratch at no doors
When I go inside your little girl, and I will
When I come inside your little girl
Just one kiss, yes
From my lips
Rake your soul
Over burning coals
Just one touch
From my love
Make you howl
'Til the sun comes up
I'm the wolf
When I go inside your little girl, and I will
When I come inside your little girl
Just one kiss, yes
From my lips
Rake your soul
Over burning coals
Just one touch, yes
From my love
Make you howl
'Til the sun comes up
I'm the wolf
Howlin' all night
I'm your killer wolf
Whatever you want
I'm the wolf
Howlin' all night
I'm your wolf
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