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I Was a Teenage Werewolf
03:08
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I was a teenage werewolf
Braces on my fangs
I was a teenage werewolf
And no one even said thanks
And no one made me stop
I had a teen-land mind
I had to blow my top
And under teen full moon
No one could make me stop
No one could make me stop
A teenage werewolf
Parallel bars
A teenage girlfriend
Got a lot of scars
Somebody please make me stop
Ohhh please
You know, I have puberty rights
And I have puberty wrongs
No one understood me
All my teeth were so long
And no one made me stop
A Midwest monster
Of the highest grade
All my teachers thought
It was growing pains, oh no no
Somebody stop this pain, ohhh
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Incurable disease on the day of rest
Walking on water in a sea of incest
I've got an image of Jesus
embedded on my chest
I can't leave home without my
bullet proof vest
Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon
fighting with scorpions tied around my neck
I hear the pitter patter
of a killer on the loose
children using their fingers instead of words
crosses burn your temples
on slaughter avenue
It takes too much time to say 'I refuse'
Time is digging graves for the chosen few
Children dig graves for me and you
Describe the illness I'll prescribe the cure
start your two day life
on a two day vacation
I've got a spiritual cramp going for my ribs
Those gangsters toting guns
are shooting spikes through my wrist
children using their fingers instead of words
Fingers bury children under the boards
I can die a thousand times
But I will always be here
with the power skull secrets
of forgotten years
the hangman's noose is trenched
with bloodstains of tears
my hands are the killer that confirms
my tears
Jesus won't you touch me
come into my heart
where the Hell are you
when the fire starts?
On a mission of the father
to reduce the gates of hell
the ivory bone eyed mother's flesh
is starting to swell
I'm setting twenty-two tables
for the funeral feast
Satan is by far the kindest beast
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Secret Shame - Toxic
03:26
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Baby, can't you see?
I'm calling
A guy like you should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm falling
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm loving it
Too high
Can't come down
Losin' my head
Spinnin' 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
It's getting late
To give you up
I took a sip
From my devil's cup
Slowly, it's taking over me
Too high
Can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Can you feel me now?
With a taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
With the taste of your lips
I'm on a ride
You're toxic I'm slippin' under (toxic)
With a taste of the poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
I think I'm ready now
Intoxicate me now
With your lovin' now
I think I'm ready now
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Hey Frankenstein
What's on your mind?
Hey dracula
I heard you suck
Now Vincent Price
Was Dr. Phibes
Come steal my brain Fritz
And take it to Dr. Frankenstein
Well you can knock on Ed Wood
But it won't do you no good
(No, no, no, no good)
'Cause all of my heroes are dead in Hollywood
Hey Norman Bates
How are your rates?
Hey Leatherface
Remove my face
Hey Tall Man
Just take my hand
And lead me to
Your red planet
Well you can knock on Ed Wood
But it won't do you no good
(No, no, no, no good)
'Cause all of my heroes are dead in Hollywood
You're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
Dead, you're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
D-E-A-D, that's how I want to be
Well you can knock on Ed Wood
But it won't do you no good
(No, no, no, no good)
'Cause all of my heroes are dead in Hollywood
You're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
Dead, you're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
Dead, you're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
Dead, you're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
Whoa, dead in Hollywood
Whoa, dead in Hollywood
Whoa, dead in Hollywood
Whoa
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My first murder was an accident I never meant to do
I had been going for his wallet, wound up taking his
Life too
I had him cornered in an alley with my gun against his
Face
I said, "Hand over your money and I'll send you on your
Way"
But he just had to play the hero and refused to
Cooperate
The second time I killed a man, I did it for revenge
He had been flirting with my woman and I couldn't let
That stand
So when he got up to leave the bar, I followed him out
Back
I pinned him in between a brick wall and my stolen
Cadillac
I kept inching that car forward, 'til I felt his rib
Cage crack
Now three and four were easier but I'm really not sure
Why
I picked up a couple hitchhikers on route I-95
I don't claim to understand it, but I think I lost my
Head
All that I remember is the way their clothes turned red
When I came back to my sense I had stabbed them both to
Death
By this time I had become accustomed to the kill
And I'm not proud about it but I kinda like the thrill
To feel the heartbeat in the throat, the terror in the
Eyes
The sorry choking noises as they beg you for their
Lives
Oh, strangulation music... that was number five
Six, I did for money, it was just another job
Seven, out of desperation I had to kill a cop
They caught up with me in Reno as I ran for the state
Line
The hostages I'd taken, number eight and number nine
Now they've got me surrounded but they won't get me
Alive
So I'm holed up in this motel and I'm loading up my
Guns
Peering out the window, there's a thousand cops out
Front
They circle me like vultures but I feel so far away
Everybody has to die. There is no escape
The only thing that changes is how long you have to
Wait
I'm not gonna spend my whole life behind metal bars
So get ready, I'm coming, let's see who's the fastest
Draw!
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Sympathy, this is my best disguise.
My skin stepped out for my bones to dry up
For the rest of the world outside to see.
You see I, bleed on the side.
It's a part time thing, a private affair.
I try to keep it out of the light.
I must confess, I didn't recognize you tonight
Dressed up like my love.
And I hate these things but I always attend
A little sip of something to take off the edge
And I make my way through the ghosts in the room
Trying to crack a smile
And who are you supposed to be?
You look like heaven tonight
Me, I'm a tomb, a corpse in a suit,
Trying to look a little alive
Are you alright?
'Cause I worry sometimes
Are you dressed up to take my life?
Keep it coming, keep it coming.
Well I think I saw you for the flash of a moment
Your broken heart and the body that holds it
I lost your scent in the flash of the party
The big bright lights, baby, constantly haunt me
I've never been right, have you ever been lied to?
I think I just saw the same scars upon you
Is this a disguise? Or a masquerade for me?
Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming.
Who are you supposed to be?
Yeah, you look just like my love.
Who are you supposed to be?
Are you dressed just like my love?
Who are you supposed to be?
Yeah, you look just like my love.
Who are you supposed to be?
Are you dressed just like my love for Halloween?
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I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah!
You start a conversation you can't even finish it
You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed
Say something once, why say it again?
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh oh
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ce que j'ai fais, ce soir la
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la
Realisant mon espoir
Je me lance, vers la gloire, OK
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh oh
Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-far better
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run away oh oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah oh
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The Cult Sounds St. Louis, Missouri
A place to hide in the darkest times.
Spread the word. Join the cult.
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Vocals - Bennett Huntley
Lead Guitars - Ryan McBride
Rhythm Guitars/Keys and Programming - Jordan Hageman
Bass - Josef Kanak
Drums - Ty Schejbal
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