1. |
Bone Meal
03:58
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Oh Anna
02:40
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oh anna, why didn't you appear?
i've waited here all night for you, my dear
t'was perfect plan of pleasure so bold on that spring night
to bind you in my ropes and hold you in my sight
hot with propension of the awakening season
i got a sexual problem, for that is my only reason
warm and wet with inner rapture
new vines at night arraign your capture
oh anna x3
oh anna, why didn't you appear?
i wanna see you sweat, i wanna smell your fear
in my small world of longing i see your naked body
fantasy springs forth and mounts to storm fury
alone i trod in memory past others who were caught
and ponder puzzled why for number eight was not
oh anna x6
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3. |
Mr. Sensitive
03:15
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mr. sensitive, look at you
so supportive, through and through
mr. sensitive on his horse so high
resting on a cloud of judgement all he does is sigh
because his feelings are hurt constantly and i'm not sure why!
something must be wrong with me cause you're the perfect guy
my attention focused endlessly on your emotional injuries
you always cry whenever i try to talk about my insecurities
and when i fail to meet expectations, well, he expects an apology
so in order to make him happy i must sacrifice my own needs
and i want him to be happy i really do, god those first few months were great!
things will surely change again, all i have to do is wait
mr. sensitive, look at you
manipulative narcissist through and through
i must give credit where credit is due
i've never met an asshole bigger than you
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4. |
The Witch (Sonics)
02:23
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so you know that little girl
who's new in town
well you better watch out now
or she'll put you down
she's an evil chick
say she's the witch
she got long black hair
and a big black car
i know what you're thinking
but you won't get far
she's gonna make you itch
cause she's the witch
well she walks around
late at night
most other people sleeping tight
if you hear her knockin' on your door
you better say, "get away, witch!"
waaaahoo!
now you know the score
cause i set you straight
but you better be careful
before it's too late
she's gonna make you itch
cause she's the witch
well she walks around
late at night
most normal people sleeping tight
if you hear her knockin' on your door
you better say, "get away!"
waaaahoo!
well you know you win
say don't you know
and do you remember
that i told you so
she's gonna do you in
cause she's the witch
well she walks around
late at night
most other people sleeping tight
if you hear her knockin' on your door
you better say, "get away, witch!"
waaaaaahooooo!
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5. |
Customer Complaint
00:51
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the rats begin their daily races
mean old faces take their places
paid to wear a plastic smile
in my throat there's rising bile
i find your entitlement distasteful
the oxygen you breathe is wasteful
celebrate the day you drop and choke
in formaldehyde you soon shall soak
gimme gimme this, gimme gimme that
wanna break your knees with a baseball bat
fuck you
buying my cigs with a fist of dimes
getting really tempted by a life of crime
i don't like this fucking job of mine
waking up working and wasting my time
i find your entitlement distasteful
the oxygen you breathe is wasteful
celebrate the day you drop and choke
in formaldehyde you soon shall soak
gimme gimme this, gimme gimme that
i wanna break your knees with a baseball bat
fuck you
fuck you
fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
FUCK YOU!
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7. |
Empty Bedroom
04:01
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empty bedroom, my comfortable tomb
a million books collecting dust
can't bring myself to pick them up
clothes left on the floor whenever i undress
framed picture of my mom
i leave it face down so she can't see the mess
cause i'm really just like everybody else
i keep a couple razors in this jewelry box on the shelf
and i look in the mirror when i cut myself
and there is no way i can redeem this pain
all the poetry i've written was written in vain
a waste of paper ripped to pieces and lit with a flame
loneliness like a deep black sea
it's hard to swim with these rocks tied to my feet
and i am not afraid to drown, oh no
just don't swim too close or i'll pull you down, oh i'll pull you down
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we are all the catholic church
you will learn until it hurts
we will force you to give birth
and steal from you what life is worth
no wonder we're all neurotic wrecks
the world is run on child sex
bastard truth, the strongest lie
like a spider's web this black bloodline
we need more kids to say more prayers
and give outsiders steely stares
we'll fuck you up your frontal lobes
we're wearing suits, not always robes
no wonder we're all neurotic wrecks
the world is run on child sex
bastard truth, the strongest lie
like a spider's web this black bloodline
we're on TV, we're on the screen
we take your kids behind the scene
cameras rolling, so obscene
keep a secret, know what i mean?
we are all the catholic church
on high we watch you from our perch
net of decrepit businessmen, church leaders, and politicians
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(the authorities are working hard to protect you and to protect our public spaces. but sometimes, bad people do bad things.)
today's the day he won't take it anymore
he grabs his gun and makes it for the door
he thinks they don't even know what they're paying for
but that just makes him want it more
cause buck tooth's got buck shot
yeah, buck tooth's got buck shot
i said buck tooth's got buck shot
yeah buck tooth's got buck shot
(the warning signs may vary)
he drove himself down to the shopping mall
smashed through the glass, and started blasting them all!
he'd shoot them in the legs to watch them crawl
when the pigs roll in he hides in the stall
cause buck tooth's got buck shot
yeah, buck tooth's got buck shot
i said buck tooth's got buck shot
yeah, buck tooth's got buck shot
(but the devastating effects are the same)
he's hidden shotgun shells with remote ignition
buck tooth's got foresight and intuition
they chased the scattered signs of shotgun fire
bucky cried laughing as the body count got higher
cause buck tooth's got buck shot
yeah, buck tooth's got buck shot
i said buck tooth's got buck shot
yeah buck tooth's got buck shot
(there are three things you could do that make a difference: run, hide, fight. encourage others to leave with you, but don't let them slow you down with indecision.)
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10. |
Cloud Dweller
02:30
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11. |
Static
03:43
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i run like a girl, it's what i have to do
it gets me far the fuck away from you
your filthy fucking fingers, feeling what's forbidden
prove you're a man with your fudge-packer restriction
you twisted fuck, you're full of fear
i don't know much but one thing's clear
i wanna destroy all that you hold dear
what the fuck are you still doing here?
you're such a big man
so big, you're so big, you're so big, you're so big!
you grab me with your hand
understand, just understand, just understand, just understand
you wanna fuck me?
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
fuck i fucking hate you
die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die DIE!
anything at all to prove you're not gay
no matter what i say, you'll have it your way
and you want me to be impressed with your cum?
here's the barrel of a fucking gun
so you've got a thing for little kids
and you can't even feel bad about what you did
sociopath of scorpion, it's all the same
can't feel remorse, but you can feel pain
such a big man
so big, you're so big, you're so big, you're so big!
you grab me with your hand
understand, just understand, just understand, just understand
you wanna fuck me?
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
fuck i fucking hate you
die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die DIE!
i can't stand that you have a life
will you tell my story to your stepford wife?
skeletons in your closet about four feet tall
smile and hide behind a southern drawl
oakley shades and cowboy boots
i wanna see them running when i shoot
when i think about you all i see
is your hands on me and your static TV
you're such a big man
so big, you're so big, you're so big, you're so big!
you grab me with your hand
understand, just understand, just understand, just understand
you wanna fuck me?
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
fuck i fucking hate you
die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die die DIE!
you knew
you knew
you knew, you knew
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i have no desire
i can't feel a thing!
i just wanna make him happy
daddy's little girl
daddy's little girl
daddy's girl doesn't wanna be
his whore no more
food
shelter
love
i need to hold my tongue
i need to hold my tongue
i need to hold my tongue
i need to hold my tongue
didn't know i'd have to lose so much
for daddy's love
didn't know i'd know i'd have to lose myself!
for daddy's touch
listen!
listen!
listen!
listen!
daddy has something to say
he has something for you to do
and he wants it done right now!
and he wants you to do it his way!
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13. |
Song Against
01:41
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14. |
555 From Exit 5
09:05
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Witchita Hangman Boston, Massachusetts
dennis rader is a serial killer who terrorized wichita, kansas from 1974 to 1991 when he tortured and murdered a total of
ten people. the wichita hangman is one of his many self-given monikers. WE, however, are WITCHITA HANGMAN. we're a band.
Electric Skeleton Records
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