1. |
The Moon Stares Back
01:36
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2. |
89 Teeth
04:08
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Take me out past where the street lights glow,
I want to feel something.
Skin's getting tight on these wicked bones.
Want me to smile for you, daddy?
I got 89 teeth and you're looking real pretty.
I'm going to eat you alive beneath the overpass.
No one's going to hear you scream in the pitch black.
You're going to regret all the shit you ever did,
When I've got my 89 teeth in your skin.
Oh you're a real lady's man.
A nice guy, not lie the rest of them.
But when you're mad you're real real mad.
I see the evil in you honey.
Get a little closer I'll rip your fucking face off.
I'm going to eat you alive beneath the overpass.
No one's going to hear you scream in the pitch black.
You're going to regret all the shit you ever did,
When I've got my 89 teeth in your skin.
One, two, three here I come.
Four, five, six you better run.
I'm going to eat you alive beneath the overpass.
No one's going to hear you scream in the pitch black.
You're going to regret all the shit you ever did,
When I've got my 89 teeth in your skin.
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3. |
Smile
03:23
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Oh little baby play your death rattle.
Let them hear the blood curdle as they feast upon their thrones.
We were told righteous men could do no harm,
But even god herself was beaten to a pulp.
Oh they tore up all the trees where the old place used to be,
And mommy and daddy moved away.
They poured the concrete six feet deep,
Now there's a fucking mega church where we used to play.
Smile, smile, smile, smile.
Can't you hear the metal screech across the tattered bones?
Feel the heat melt your body until you're one with the opposed.
Take a deep breath in, taste the blood of their crusade.
Tongue and cheek, foot and thigh, to the blind they masquerade.
Oh they built their steeples high,
Dug their graves to equal depth,
And no one heard the screams of the cries.
So with a can of gasoline and three lit matches.
Hear the voice from underground, spread it to the masses.
Smile, smile, smile, smile.
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4. |
Machine
03:55
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When staring at the wall remember to blink.
We must appear human to those who perceive.
Demonstrate appropriate behavior at all times.
Smile, nod, repeat.
Let's talk about the weather again,
Or what day of the week it is.
And I will smile until my gums begin to bleed,
And I will remember to fucking blink
Don't break down.
My eyes begin to shake,
My mind has drawn a blank.
I don't know how much more I can take.
I twitch a little smile to show you that I care,
But the grinding in my guts is too much to bear.
Can you relate to me.
Can you relate to me.
Don't break down.
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5. |
Like This
05:11
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Your lips, your skin, your touch,
Honey and velvet crush.
Your lips, your skin, your touch,
Honey velvet crush.
Lipstick on my thighs,
Violet stains possessing my mind,
Lipstick on my thighs,
Ooh.
Let the wax drip to the floor.
Do you want it like this?
Do you need it like this?
Do you like it like this?
Does it make you feel good?
Get over here honey, I got something to do to you.
The way you move is ruthless.
You got my head spinning around.
I am left with all of your bruises.
You got me you got me down.
Let the wax drip to the floor.
Do you want it like this?
Do you need it like this?
Do you like it like this?
Does it make you feel good?
Your lips, your skin, your touch.
Honey velvet crush.
Do you want it like this?
Do you need it like this?
Do you like it like this?
Does it make you feel good?
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6. |
Carl Was a Bad Man
04:55
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Sway with me in the night.
Wrap me in linen and fill my wounds with potpourri.
Mummify me.
Sway with me in the dark,
As this mausoleum groans.
Drag my feet on the floor.
We will dance once more.
She is everything to me.
Don't breath deeply.
In her sarcophagus we sleep.
Her heart is beating.
Dream with me through the night.
Feel the heat of my love.
Though your flesh is so cold,
I'll be warm for us both.
Look at what I've made for you,
Your home, your tomb, our world.
Inside these four walls,
My sweet little doll, you're mine
She is everything to me.
Don't breath deeply.
In her sarcophagus we sleep.
Her heart is beating.
She is everything to me.
Don't breath deeply.
In her sarcophagus we sleep.
Her heart is beating.
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7. |
Sack Full of Corn Dog
03:14
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I got toothpicks in my mind.
And I cough up splinters in the night.
And I don't feel good anymore.
No I don't feel good anymore.
Oh, please.
Help me.
I got shit for brains,
But other than that I'm fine.
I'm waiting outside of your mother's house
'Cause she's the only who treated me right, alright.
Oh I wanna die.
I wanna die.
It's three in the morning,
And I am spiraling.
It's three in the morning,
And the moon is staring back at me.
It's three in the morning,
And I can't breathe.
It's three in the morning,
And I just want to fucking sleep.
I got shit for brains,
But other than that I'm fine.
I'm waiting outside of your mother's house
'Cause she's the only who treated me right, alright.
Oh I wanna die.
I wanna die.
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8. |
TV Evangelist
03:25
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Spread the good word,
Then fuck in the dirt.
You're so ruined and rotten,
A mother's rancid birth,
A mother's rancid birth.
I have washed in the blood.
I have eaten the body.
I've repeated the words.
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
Our father, who art in heaven.
I promise I'm a good man,
watch me practice what I preach.
I promise I'm a good man,
You're going to listen to me.
You stare at me with contempt.
Snake charmer,
Cast me out of the pigs.
Snake charmer,
Heal the sick.
TV Evangelist.
Stigmata,
Hot Flesh,
Wound festers,
'Til death.
Stigmata,
Rotten brain,
Kneel down and pray,
Kneel down and pray.
I promise I'm a good man,
You're gonna practice what you preach.
I promise I'm a good man,
You're going to listen to me.
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The Orchard Keepers Indianapolis, Indiana
Self proclaimed queer icons with a passion for haunted house music.
Nick Underwood: Drums, vocals
Ayanna Miller: Guitar, lead vocals
Indianapolis, IN.
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