1. |
Secrets Shared
01:42
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2. |
Charlie's Angels
01:55
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Snorting coke off a hooker's tits
I'm feeling fine the world will be mine
Waiting for the day to bleed
Into primetime when I'll see
Charlie's Angels
I collect the trading cards
Charlie's Angels
Got the posters on my bedroom wall
Blew my check on the pinball game
Charlie's Angels
I stripped the dolls, I'm not ashamed
My girlfriend hates my dark ways
Hates my smack and my mile-lone gaze
Meeting strangers at the discotheque
Hookers don't bitch when I get wrecked
Charlie's Angles
I collect the trading cards
Charlie's Angels
Got the posters on my bedroom wall
Blew my check on the pinball game
Charlie's Angels
I stripped the dolls, I'm not ashamed
Charlie's Angels
I always come out on top
Charlie's Angels
Ain't nothing gonna make me stop
Charlie's Angels
Death is never far away
Charlie's Angels
Caffeine for blood and shit for brains
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3. |
the devil you know
02:50
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Come as subtle
as a car crash
picking gravel from your skin
waiting late into
the hot gasp
until the day you let me in
double down and you're
on your last wish
living fables, well, that's your scene
tongue twisting lies
hide inside your face
well oiled and kinky clean
I will ride you down
hiding inside your blood flow
I will help you drown
better the devil that you know
Jump the gun and
plant your banner
stake your claim and cash it in
wipe you lips and
mind your manners
Momma don't know where you been
Tap your veins 'til
your head is bursting
scratch the itch until it bleeds
hide the hurt and
take my hand girl
I know exactly what you need
The trash bars
with the puppets full of wood rot
flaking paint and sweating skin
rub your scars
'til you take the next shot
a pound of flesh will get you in.
It's always better with the devil that you know
It's always better with the devil that you know
It's always better with the devil that you know
It's always better
with me
I will ride you down
hiding inside your blood flow
I will help you drown
better the devil that you know
I will never let you go
I will never leave you low
I will never let it show
Better the devil that you know.
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4. |
Broken Gifts
02:32
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"would you take this broken gift?"
she said
"I hear it's the thought that counts.
it's all that I have left."
she said
"the only thing that I don't doubt"
"I took a good around
and we're living on poisoned ground
my roots are growing cold
all my medicine's gotten old
I may be going out my head
but I like myself this way instead
And no one's ever gonna get their fingers in...
except for you"
"will you keep me on your list"
she said
"Even though all your friends hate me?
Can I sleep here when I'm drunk?"
she said
"There's nowhere else that I can be."
"I took a good look around
we're living on poisoned ground
all my roots are growing cold
all my medicines gotten old
I may be going out my head
but I like myself this way instead
and no one's ever gonna get their fingers in...
except for you"
"would you take this broken gift?"
she said
"I hear it's the thought that counts."
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5. |
Homunculus
03:20
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You are the echo in this hole of my heart
The teacher of the vices tearing me apart
Composer of the music of the killing floor
You’re lost in Babylon and you live as its whore
Grind me down and tear me out
Skin from bone
All fall down
You are the haunting feeling of my dreams
Filling me with lust and the loathing it brings
You’re inside the needles that I push in my skin
And you’re the only voice I still hear in the din
You are the idol I fight to tear down
The immaculate pretender that has stolen the crown
And when I have the scent and there’s nowhere to hide
You pull apart the flesh and you crawl back inside
Grind me down and tear me out
Skin from bone
All fall down
Has it gotten easier every time you come around?
I know I don’t resist as much as I used to
And it’s kind of funny but, despite every person that you’ve hurt
And everything that you’ve done
I like the feeling when you’re here
I can let myself go and hide in the back of my head
I have to wonder, though
How much longer will it be before the day I look in the mirror
And see you smiling back
Grind me down and tear me out
Skin from bone
All fall down
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6. |
Sword of Galaga
04:22
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The South Carolina sun still shines here
A million miles from home
A glimmer in Orion's eye
I fight with swords of bone
My van streaks from pole to pole
My princess never wears clothes
Strong and keen and viper mean
And just a little bit a whore
Sugar on my junkwaffel
The beetle's meat is black
Earth can kiss my ass
I'm never going back
Smoking leaves from calot trees
Eating shrooms with Skeletor
If my van rocks don't dare knock
My princess likes it rough
When she holds court she wears a crown
When we're alone a leash
Bound, her legs invite me in
I'm her servant to teach
Sugar on my junkwaffel
The beetle's meat is black
Earth can kiss my ass
I'm never going back
Galaga has come to feed
To taste the flesh not yet deceased
It lives to kill and kills to live
My black light god would show no fear
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7. |
Pornstar 80
02:10
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Dispassionate as a pornstar
Trade your smile for a cigarette burn
Beggar queen ruling from the penthouse
Well it really ain't your concern
Your nights are filled with shadows
Bloodsuckers by the garden gate
Feeders hide right behind the velvet
Wait to see if you take the bait
Get up, prop up your window and let me in
We'll pull out your black box of favorite sins
Get up, prop up your window and let me in
Let me polish your tarnished heart of tin
Pull the money off of the table
Take your heart back out its jar
Step around where the dogs are pissing
I don't think you can walk that far
Between the air and the cracking asphalt
Lives a soul that's heard it all
Wrapped up in your song of mourning
The only voodoo that you do doll
Get up, prop up your window and let me in
We'll pull out your black box of favorite sins
Get up, prop up your window and let me in
Let me polish your tarnished heart of tin
Dispassionate as a pornstar
Trade your smile for a cigarette burn
Beggar queen ruling from the penthouse
Well it really ain't your concern
Your nights are filled with shadows
Bloodsuckers by the garden gate
Feeders hide right behind the velvet
Wait to see if you take the bait
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8. |
Hangman's Joke
05:25
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Every song’s about pain
All blood and sex, a twist of cain
I can’t believe in nothing
But I don’t believe in your thing
Sorrow stills the life inside you
Stained black and cobalt blue
Wraps your smile in a web of tattoos
It’s pain you can’t trust
This town is safe
From faith, hope and charity
Anxiety bleeds the lovesick
But I still miss you
Trapped in my chemistry
Your laugh, your smell, heat next to me
My memory’s not what it used to be
So it won’t last
Brandon Lee has left the building
Took Kurt and Shannon with him
Make some space in The X-Files for them
But they won’t come back
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9. |
One Quarter, One Play
03:23
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Flying through a Moebius night
Hypnotized by astral light
I lean on my radio
Our eyes burned by cabinet glow
Die for oil, die for soil
Zaxxon claims one more
Fingers are numb and the monitor's smashed
Flying on your last life
Until all hopes are dashed
One quarter is all you got
He began to wail, vacuum screams
Burned alive with gasoline
I lean on my radio
Our eyes burned by cabinet glow
Die for oil, die for soil
Zaxxon claims one more
Fingers are numb and the monitor's smashed
Flying on your last life
Until all hopes are dashed
One quarter is all you got
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10. |
Theme from Abusilum
02:45
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11. |
Lost Cosmonaut Theory
04:49
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Fleeting Divinity
I float betweeen sun and sea
This lack of gravity
Has made a star of me
Now I'm coming home.
Where is the broadcast?
Is anyone out there?
How long can I last,
Out in thin air?
Lost child of the sky
Forgotten in a hidden lie
Left floating here to die
Watched alone by God's unblinking eye
I'm coming home
Where is the broadcast?
Is anyone out there?
How long can I last,
Out in thin air?
Fleeting divinity
I float between sun and sea
Fleeting divinity
I float between sun and sea
la la la lalala...
My shell is tearing free
Too far above for Earth to see
Will you remember me,
When I'm just vapor and debris?
Will you remember me?
I'm coming home.
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12. |
Last Bullet
01:24
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it's you and me and the shells of everything that has come before if we keep searching there has got to be a door and I'm not afraid of what is waiting by in the darkness hidden by the color of your eyes myskin is cold and the shadows keep coming 'round to steal our breath it's so hard to watch your back when we're all that's left the sweat on my skin smells of gasoline and you're scratching yourself raw but you're still not clean the air's run out and we're fighting for the last bullet in the gun I always knew I'd be here when it all was done and I'm no prophet but the end is near and god is just another word for what you fear...
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