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Scumsuckers
01:51
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Vile lifeforms with a cosmic urge to feast on the flesh of our cesspool
Planet to planet called by the ring of an intergalactic dinner bell
White light
Fat cats, gutter dogs, the handsome and the weak
All of us, we're just meat, ready for the slaughter
It's a god damn intergalactic drive through...and we're the happy meal
Don't you worry - the women and children are the plastic toys
Signs above the northern lights
The white owls glare
The second floor covered in guts
Lepers, whores and snakes
We did it to ourselves
A culture of shit in need of a flush
We are the scum
Fuck it
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Memphis
02:21
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A blood hot Memphis night in south Hickory Hill
Ruby's swimming in his bitches brew while reaching for the toilet seat
Red lipstick, black velvet, the White King of Spades
Man I love Vegas
Dim the lights and cue the band
Dim the fucking lights and start the show.
Dim the lights, cue the fucking band
Burning up baby, burning up
Shut her down but he'll find a way
Glued together with mud and clay
But they can't see
A pulsating pit of worms
Enough with what's between her legs
Lets focus on the matter at hand
With no regrets I stacked the cards
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Collection Plate
02:39
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You know my name!
Father of lies
the abbadon, deceiver, destroyer
Bring the mic and the pass makeup
Rhetoric and the grand illusion
Soothing glow of your Walmart screen
I'm in your home
Your money is the will of god
Put it in the goddamn pot
Little Johnny has quite the eyes
They'd make a perfect necklace
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What are you in the dead of night?
Just a corpse in the morning light.
An animal in my petting zoo
and a thorn in my side
Like an axe through a child's skull
Don't worry you're beautiful
Skin hanging from the clothing line
and a box is your grave
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You know my name
We are nothing but animals
with borrowed eyes and borrowed time
We are nothing but animals
but soon your flesh will be all mine
Dead men breed filth but not like me
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Ghost in the Hand
03:19
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A ghost in the hand, rain on the sill
Stranger at the door, shadow on the hill
Rattle all those blackened bones
With the crucifix made of stone
We were all lost for so long
They sing the same song
Sign on the dotted line
Eyes of ink I swear they're mine
Burn the seams of the old tome
Let the bastards roam
Let me in you son of man
Let me in you beast of burden
Lay down your fears
Lay down your hopes
Bastard and a broken man
The clock ticks for you
Pins and needles and cancer strains
This is what it is
Show me what you are
Show me your eyes
Never be seen and never be heard
Go to sleep in denial
Clocks are ticking but yet you hang on
Metal bones at a funeral
The fabric you've sown will give one day
keep building your palace
Sit back in the great throne
I'll bury my ballast
Bury the ballast
Hit the ground running
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War Wagon
02:57
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