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Dead Man With No Heart Dead Melodies Deadweight Death Is Comin' to Get Me Death is Comin to Get You Derelict Devil Got My Woman Devil's Haircut Diskobox |
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dead man with no eyes won't you look at me tonight tell me will I look good with my pants on so tight watch me die, watch me die dead man with no heart won't you love me still put me in your helicopter and gimme some weight-loss pills watch me die, teach me how to cry dead man with no stomach won't you eat up all my food spit it in my face 'cuz it don't taste so good watch me die, let me ride dead man with no feet won't you run to the liquor store we're running out of caskets won't you run and get some more watch me die dead man, I ain't got no credit won't you put me in a cash machine swim around with the dollar bills look out, I'm turning green watch me die, watch me frytop
where will you go when this day is over a gambler's purse lays in the road straight to your door snakes have gone crazy tonight winding their way out of sight laugh, joke the sentiment wasted seasons and strangers, they come and go the doldrums are pounding cheapskates are clouding this town who could disown themselves now engineer slow down that old train send us in chaff laugh at the moon nightbirds will cackle rotting like apples on trees send in their dead melodies to me.top
On a highway unpaved going my way you're so alone today like a ghost town I've found there's no relief, no salt in the sea is it true what they say you can't behave you gamble your soul away measuring your dreams of this life seems like the gristle of loneliness don't let the sun catch ya crying don't let the sun catch ya crying Like an nice age nice days on your way sipping the golden dregs on a rip tide freaks ride sleep inside a parasite's appetite oh say can't ya see the chemistry the parasites, the cleanup fee death leather hands recycled cans get well cards to the hostage vans don't let the sun catch ya crying don't let the sun catch ya crying You're a deadweight right straight on your way sunk in the midnight shade skies burn eyes turn learning to counterfeit their disease in this town where we roam we bluff our souls on canteen patios drink the greatest draft the music drags the music drags the music drags... don't let the sun catch ya crying don't let the sun catch ya cryingtop
death is comin' to get you, it's mighty plain to see with a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine he's got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves suckin' all the air up 'til there's nothin left to breathe he don't care you're not ready he don't care if you're not dressed you beg, he won't listen, you can't bribe him with blank checks cuz he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name and he's comin to your house when you're watchin' a football game well he's pullin' up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight and his eyes are goin' blind and his hair is turnin' white he's crawlin' up the stairs with the can of mace he's breakin' all the windows with your neighbor's face he sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees he fills up the room with fashion and disease...well he bread(?) smashes the tv, decapitates your mom raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn throws frisbees with your records pours blood on the walls uses your telephone to make long-distance calls he's laughin' at your diary, he's pukin' on your suits he's dancin' on your forehead in your hikin' boots he's crawlin' up the chimney, he's fallin' through the roof he ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and booze he's coverin' you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid he's sendin' back all the bills that you've thought you paid he's got eveything you own out on the patio and he's givin' it away to people you don't even know well you don't even care, your mind has been destroyed you're mutilated, molested and unemployedtop
[a voice that sounds like Darth Vader: Eternal nothingness. I offer myself so that you might cast your inscrutable dear silence upon me. O monstrous hall, symbol of the greater glory of absence, darkness and mystery beyond the realm of human thought. Let me ask for your grace and forgiveness in the knowledge that I shall serve you all the days of my meaningless life.] death is comin' to get you, it's mighty plain to see with a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine he's got rings on his fingers and knives up his sleeves well he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name and he's comin to your house while you're watchin' a football game well he's pullin' up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight and the eyes goin' blind and your hair is turnin' white he's crawlin' up the stairs with the can of mace he's breakin' all the windows with your neighbor's face he sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees he's filling up the room with the jesters (?) and disease...well he smashes the tv, decapitates your mom raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn plays frisbees with your records, pours blood on the walls uses your telephone to make long-distance calls he's laughin' at your diary, he's pukin' on your suits he's dancin' on your forehead in your hikin' boots he's climbin' up the chimney, he's fallin' through the roof he ties you up with snakes, takes your drugs and booze he's coverin' you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid he's sendin' back all the bills that you've paid he covers you with bacon and fills your mouth with Raid he's got everything you own out on the patio and he's givin' it away to people you don't know well you don't even care, your mind has been destroyed and this is kind of a stupid song you write when you're unemployedtop
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night unpacked my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Shooting venom at the passers-by Hi-jackers tied the heavens down I put my eyes in a paper bag Spinnin' round like a gambling wheel Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead of night unpacked my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air Blow back, derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the airtop
musta been the devil b'lieve that woman has gone now musta been the devil b'lieve that woman has gone now nothin but the devil change my baby's mind nothing but the devil could change my baby's mind laid down last night laid down last night laid there last night and tried to take my rest mmm I got to ramble and wire ??? from the west all night long all night long life of my best friend mm I got to rambletop
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leperous faces Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees Mouthwash jukebox gasoline Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Love machines on the sympathy crutches Discount orgies on the dropout buses Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses Coming to town with the brief case blues Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading Ghetto-blastin' disintegrating Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm sayin' And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Devil's haircut! In my mind! Devil's haircut! In my mind! Devil's haircut! In my mind!top
looking back at some dead world that looks so new offices and fountains that they named for you dazzlements of accidents rejoice their doom hari-karis spinnin' round the golden looms girl you dream infections from a nauseous heart choice cut meats from derelict boulevards hear their lonesome whistle blow no direction to be known in a senile reverie a tearful gaze turns away emoting cold and grey scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness looking back at some dead world that looks so new offices and fountains that they name for you so ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face terrorist confections look so out of place looking back at some dead world... that looks so new... looking back at some dead world... that looks so new... looking back at some dead world... that looks so new... looking back at some dead world... that looks so new... looking back at some dead world... that looks so new...top
A diamond in the sleaze down on bended knees a thousand bits of nerves hanging loose at the ends it's later than you think it's gone before you blink out of the crosshairs and into the crowd do you wanna see me suffering? do you wanna see me suffering? how could you let a good thing go? how could you let a good thing go? a lion in a cage shakes his golden mane he doesn't care who notices where he's gonna lie he came to bag a meal you're older than you feel the keyboard of your memory is coming apart it's a weight up on my shoulder it's a weight up on my shoulder... how could you let a good thing go? how could you let a good thing go? I won't ever let you go I won't ever let you go the doctor takes a rest inside a hornet's nest the Polaroids of patients who refuse to be cured a life lived under glass and stolen Cadillacs can you hear the saxophones peeling the paint? do you wanna see me suffering? do you wanna see me suffering? how could you let a good thing go? how could you let a good thing go? I won't ever let you go I won't ever let you go I won't ever let you go I won't ever let you gotop
