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Peace Sells




Wake Up Dead
The Conjuring
Peace Sells
Devil's Island
Good Mourning/Black Friday
Bad Omen
I Ain't Superstitious
My Last Words



Wake Up Dead
Real Audio

I sneak in my own house
It's four in the morning
I had too much to drink
Said I was out with the boys
I creep in my bedroom
I slip into bed,
I know if I wake her
I'll wake up dead

I wonder, will she find out
About the other, other lover
Diana

Wake up dead, you die
Wake up dead, and buried
Wake up dead, you die
Wake up dead





The Conjuring
Real Audio

Welcome to out sanguinary sect of worship
Feel at home in our black conventicle
As we anathematise
All of those who oppose us
Don't summon the devil
Don't call the priests
If you need the strength
The conjuring... Obey!!!

Behold the flames rise
From the compass' cardinal points
Burn the sacred oil
And with the ashes you'll annoint

Arrange the symbols
Of the wizard, and, magician
Light the candle
Place the parchment paper in position
Between its leaves place
The lash from a black cat's eye
A straw of a broom
Fold, and, burn, and, centralise

Don't summon the devil
Don't call the priests
If you need the strength
The conjuring

I am the devil's advocate
A salesman, if you will
You know my name, you know my name

I met your father years ago
Gave him what he'd please
He called my name, you'll do the same

I'm claiming what is mine by right
It's time to close the deal
You're bought and sold, bought and sold

Come join me in my infernal depths
Mephisto's hall of fame
I've got your soul, I've got your soul

The conjuring. Obey!!!





Peace Sells
Real Audio

What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?
I talk to him every day
What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?
I go to court when I have to
What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?
I got nothing better to do
And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?
Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?

~Chorus~
If there's a new way
I'll be the first in line
But, it better work this time

What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?
I didn't know you had any feelings
What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?
I'm just not your kind
What do you mean, "I couldn't be president, of the United States of America"?
Tell me something, it's still "We the people," right?

~Chorus~

Can you put a price on peace?
Peace
Peace sells…
Peace
Peace sells…
Peace sells… but who's buying?
Peace sells… but who's buying?
Peace sells… but who's buying?
Peace sells… but who's buying?
No, peace sells…





Devil's Island
Real Audio

The light that fills my lonely cell
Is blocked out by the key
That locks the door to this hell
The place they wanted me
Time's racing like the wind
Execution's near
Oh lord, I wait for death
And, yes, I have no fear
I recall that night, my every breath
And, step along the way
Closed my eyes, walking
As danger paved the way
The devil, and the darkness
Let her evil wander free
And, here on Devil's Island
The final stop for me

~Chorus~
Devil's Island, Devil's Island

Oh, there is no escape
The sea is full of sharks
The tide takes you away and
Smashes you on the rocks
The sun is shining
But feel not today
It's warmth, it's dying
And fading away

~Chorus~

Oh, hear the call
From the grave beyond
Oh, so pernicious
Her soul it creates song
As there is no man, that is
Here upon the earth
Able to terminate our
Noisome will since birth

The priest that reads the sermons
Is walking next to me
To the stake, my last request
To have her burn with me
But, so it did, the heavens opened
Rain began to fall
The final judgement came, and
Was spread before you all
Final judgement

Old, weak, and feeble
But the lesson taught to me
To stay away from evil
She doesn't care for me
She haunts me in my sleep
Though I tore that page away
And, here on Devil's Island
I'll always have to stay

~Chorus~
Here I am

~Chorus~





Good Mourning / Black Friday
Real Audio

Good Morning

Hey, I don't feel so good
Something's not right
Something's coming over me
What the fuck is this?

Black Friday

Killer, intruder, homicidal man
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can
A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat
Blood thirsty demon, sinister fiend
Bludgeonous slaughters, my evil deeds

My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel.
I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal.
Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads,
Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead.
I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent.
Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head. Yeah!

Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain.
I mangle their faces, till no features remain.
A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds.
First take out the organs, then cut off the head.
The remains of flesh now sop under my feet.
One more bloody massacre, the murder's complete.
I seek to dismember, a sadist fiend.
And, blood baths are my way of getting clean.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
I'm out to destroy you and ,I will, cut you down.
I see you, and, I'm waiting ,for Black Friday.

Killer, intruder, homicidal man.
If you see me coming, run as fast as you can.
A blood thirsty demon who's stalking the street.
I hack up my victims like pieces of meat.
I lurk in the alleys, wait for the kill.
I have no remorse for the blood that I spill
A merciless butcher who lives underground.
I'm out to destroy you and ,I will, cut you down.

It's Black Friday, paint the devil on the wall.





Bad Omen
Real Audio

Down fell the stars, as they
Splashed into the sea.
"Mi nomine Baphomet,"
Come dance with me.
Sacrifice the virgins,
Spiritual rites.
Their master's time has come,
The moon is full tonight.

Drinking, dancing,
They worship, and toast
The devil, who's watching,
With demon's remote.
Fire, rising,
Racing in your blood.
Possessed, naive,
His service is done.

Bloody blasphemy.

Sinister's the word,
As the demon's take their fill.
An orgy's taking place,
Human blood will spill.
An act of worship,
As they conceive the ghouls.
Satan has their souls,
They sing pagan tunes.

The ceremony,
Is sure to be cursed.
They ask for his blessings,
But, down comes the worst.
Their bodies, soulless,
A corpse from the grave.
Their minds are helpless,
And, no one can save
No one can save them





I Ain't Superstitious
Real Audio

I ain't superstitious,
When a black cat crosses my path.
And, I ain't superstitious,
As I break the looking glass.
Ain't afraid of no demons,
Don't make me laugh!

I ain't superstitious,
Under the ladder I go.
I ain't superstitious,
It's all bullshit, don't you know!
Ain't afraid of the shadows,
I like the dark anyway, and that's a fact!

Superstitious

I ain't superstitious,
No such thing as bad luck.
I ain't superstitious,
I couldn't really give a fuck.
Take your stupid superstitions,
And find some other paranoidal,
Chickenshit, sissy, worm, and, tell it to him.

Superstitious





My Last Words
Real Audio

My life's on time,
But again my sense is late.
Feel a might unsteady,
But still I have to play.
Six to one's the odds,
And, we have the highest stakes.
And, once again I gamble with my very life today.

Highly polished metal,
The oil makes it gleam.
Fill the terror chamber,
Your mind begins to scream.
Your life is like a trigger,
Never trouble till you're squeezed.
Now you crack a smile,
As you give the gun a tease.

Place the piston down,
Now give the gun a spin.
Soon as the spinning stops,
Oh no, the game starts in.
A hateful way of vengeance,
A bit of playful sin.
Load another bullet,
Now the second round begins.

A couple grains of powder,
A couple grams of lead.
A touch against the trigger,
A touch inside the head.
Take another drink, and
Raise the last bets.
Think about my last words,
They might be what I just said.

A click comes from the hammer,
That couldn't drive a nail.
Sense the numbing cold blue,
Or the red of Hades' grill.
A fraction of a second,
Do you lose, or maybe still,
Pass it to the left,
And collect your mighty kill.

Add another bullet,
The third round begins.
Soon as the spinning stops,
Oh no, the game starts in.
Please, no I.O.U.'s,
No markers for death.
Does anybody play? Anybody,
Somebody, anybody play.

You, you, next victim, you next to die.
You, you, next victim, you next to die.
You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.
You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.







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