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Tombstone jacket on the Judgement Day
Better believe I've got somethin' to say
Like it or not, I'm here to stay
I'm a hillbilly with a meat cleaver
The woods are lonely and the valley is cold
But I wouldn't trade 'em for a bag of gold,
a boneyard shirt and a band new soul
I'm a hillbilly with a meat cleaver
Got some ideas about original sin,
the Hand of God and and a salesman's grin
Only one way i'm gonna win
I'm a hillbilly with a meat cleaver
The Eye of the Storm in the Hear of the Sate
The sound of a shoe on a metal grate
Only one reason to stay up late
I'm a hillbilly with a meat cleaver
Everything I see is from the corner of my eye
The hair of a dog and the wings of a fly
I can hear a sermon in a baby's cry
I'm a hillbilly with a meat cleaver
Hillbilly with a meat cleaver x3
I'm a hillbilly with a meat cleaver
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The Spider Baby in the Dead of Night
Feels the Butterfly Effect
When she caries Six Souls through District Nine
to the Last House on the Left
The Bird with the Crystal Plumage
Has flown from its cage
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
They should dance to the names of snakes
Dance to the names of snakes
There are Cigarette Burns on the Hostile wall
The Strangers have left the lake
Tonight we're gonna burn it all down
while we dance to the names of snakes
Dance to the names of snakes
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Her Name Is Witch
03:11
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The Government Child was baptized today
Careful where you look; careful what you say
We'll dance the Black Cat Tango on the grave of a snitch
Well I know her name and her name is Witch
By the side of the road in a muddy ditch
Everybody's dying inch-by-inch
Don't ya' love to see the bodies
Love to watch them twitch
Well I know her name and her name is Witch
Reports got filed, but in the wrong place
People gettin' paid to look the other way
You wanna know the truth, but the truth makes you flinch
Well I know her name and her name is Witch
By the side of the road in a muddy ditch
Everybody's dying inch-by-inch
Don't ya' love to see the bodies
Love to watch them twitch
Well I know her name and her name is Witch
You'll figure it out on your own
You just need a little push; all roads lead to Rome
A sack of evidence and one last kiss
One more favor off the serving dish
One more name added to the list
One more shackle on the bartender's wrist
One more visit from the Iron Fist
Well I know her name and her name is Witch
By the side of the road in a muddy ditch
Everybody's dying inch-by-inch
Don't ya' love to see the bodies
Love to watch them twitch
Well I know her name and her name is Witch
By the side of the road in a bloody ditch
Everybody's dying inch-by-inch
Don't ya' love to see the bodies
Love to watch them twitch
Well I know her name and her name is Witch
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Shoot Out The Sun
03:25
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I’m the baby beaten at Woodstock
I privatized the apocalypse
I dropped out of school today
I am the dirty little secret
On everybody’s lips
I’m up on the roof (x3)
I’m gonna shoot out the sun
[repeat]
Let it burn (x3)
The fire’s in your eyes
Back on the subway
the people speak in visions
They talk about divisions
But they can’t let it go
The tracks they are on fire
All flames and desire
The people pray to liars
And they can’t let it go
I’m up on the roof (x3)
I’m gonna shoot out the sun
[repeat]
I’m the baby buried at Woodstock
I made a buck off the Ebola scare
I dropped you off at the clinic today
You are my dirty little secret
And I don’t even care
Let it burn (x3)
The fire’s in your eyes
Let it burn (x3)
The Devil’s in your eyes
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She gets letters in the mail
She doesn't read them; she just throws them away
She knows exactly what those letters said
She hears the words inside of her head
They said
Don't go outside and never talk to anybody x2
When she hears the telephone ring,
she'll get up and walk out of the room
She doesn't even own a phone
I don't know know where that ringing's coming from
She says
Don't go outside and never talk to anybody x2
She closed the doors to her perception
and slammed the window on her interpection
She hears the voices in the microwave
Her toaster tells her it's the End of Days
When it says
Don't go outside and never talk to anybody x4
Hippy hippy shake. Wake and bake
Jump up and down while you feel the earth quake
Hippy hippy shake. Wake and bake
Jump up and down while you handle those snakes
Hippy hippy shake. Wake and bake
Lookin' for the bodies when they're draggin' the lake
Hippy hippy shake. Wake and bake
Jump up and down like you've made a mistake
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Futility Dance
03:07
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Hear the branches in the wind
Feel the cold air on your skin
You know that something wicked this way comes
In the Belly of the Beast
is where you'll find our priests
We have to keep them hidden from the sun
Unrealistic expectations are the hallmark of our nation
The guiding motivation for everyone
In the center of our town
there's an ancient earthen mound
Come and listen to the chanting of our nuns.
We take heads; we take hearts
We tear them all apart
We decorate our homes for the Futility Dance
We take eyes; we take skin
Don't tell us it's a sin
When we decorate ourselves for the Futility Dance
What the seasons come and go
As the fires burn below
And the Rites of the Dead go on and on
In the forest primeval
Where we start a great upheaval
to the clashing and the bashing of our songs
It's a loud cacophony that echoes across the sea
It's not illegal, but they tell us that's it's wrong
In a workshop we've been building
A wooden figure to the ceiling
You know they're gonna miss us when we're gone.
We take heads; we take hearts
We tear them all apart
We decorate our homes for the Futility Dance
We take eyes; we take skin
Don't tell us it's a sin
When we decorate ourselves for the Futility Dance
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Kleptoid
03:23
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Just make up your own words.
That's how art works these days.
Damn fool kids. Whatcha wanna go messin' 'round in that old abandoned house for anyway? It's been sixty years since those murders and this town would like to forget all about 'em. Now, are you gonna buy something, or are ya' gonna git outta my store? You see that sign?!? I have the right to refuse service to ANYBODY! And that includes a bunch of smartass cllege kids who come around stirring up memories of things that are best forgotten!
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7th Victim Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
When you think of Philadelphia-based electronic acts, only one name comes to mind.
That name is Void
Vision.
But sometimes they're not available. For those times, there's 7th Victim.
Formed in Stocksbridge, UK in 1976, 7th Victim has played shows with Joy Division, The Clash, The KLF, and Depache Mode.. Except for when they haven't. Which they didn't. Why are you still reading this?
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