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FANATIC! (demo)
04:15
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FANATIC
"Snuck" in from behind the mask
Leopard skin & hobo rags.
Ostracized my fellow man
Then walk me to my bitter end.
While stumbling along the way
I thought a thing or two to say
I painted on a knowing stare
I sang out loud unholy prayer.
. . . . I was fanatic
On half lit stage with funeral cries
I summon all the bedroom eyes
That swim around like fuck me fish
They're here to grant your every wish
Electric taped, animal boned
dressed as Kelly, candy rolled
She's here to infiltrate the fold.
You can't tell if she's young or old
. . . . She's a fanatic
There's pretty princess Polly Anna
here to take you in all manner
Should you elect to take that ride
we urge you not to go inside
Theres our beautiful chastity
she's got her holy eye on me
her inner curve you'll never see
but still she goes down on her knees
her pretty mouth gets in the way
of everything she wants to say
but that's okay, she seldom speaks
lets all protect our chastity.
. . . . . She's a fanatic
They just want to get in.
They think you are their only friend
You just wanna get out.
You don't know what they're on about
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2. |
Billy Dolls (Acoustic)
02:57
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BILLY DOLLS
No more angel
No more make-up
No more danger
No more dress-up
No more freak show
No more panic
No more needles
No more Billy Dolls
Strung out weightless in the flow
Through the silent corridors
They come to get you
They know what you like
No more blood mouth
No more black eye
No more stitches
No more white lies
Black eyed Doris
Eyelash flutter
No More Needles
No more Billy Dolls
Strung out weightless in the flow
Through the silent corridors
Numb & frozen in peculiar light
Storming violent in the mind of the dying man
Machine collapsing
Violent fractures
The predators are vicious
Their pulse is elevating
The eyeballs getting itchy
The mouth is salivating
The derelicts are hungry
They swarm around me baited
The billy dolls are bitching
at shadow masturbators
We'll rise up from the trenches
Oh make-up boys with razors
We're marching through the ditches
We're dancing on your tables
We're bitching through the stitches
The pink eyed painted soldiers
We're staring through your fences
It's roll call billy doll
Strung out weightless in the flow
Through the silent corridors
Numb & frozen in peculiar light
Storming violent in the brains of the G.I. Joes
Machine collapsing
I want to get out
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