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Suicide Theme
01:15
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Down in Milwaukee there lived a boy
Cutting up bodies was a heavenly joy
Photographed corpses when they turned blue
Then grind up the bones for a weekly stew
(Chorus):
He's got body parts in the kitchen
Body parts in a vat
All the neighbors are bitching
It ain't no scene to be at
When it all came out it was a terrible shock
Across the nation the folks would talk
He had a human heart in the vegetable tray
Said he was saving it for lunch that day
(Repeat chorus)
Mom & dad never knew a single bit
Even though he had vats of acid and shit
Little Jeffrey Dahmer sung the happy blues
But the graves in the backyard were bad news
(Repeat chorus)
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3. |
Judy Garland is Dead
05:45
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Get a flashlight--see if the bricks are still yellow
And the scarecrow--ask if he knows if he has a mind
Or if the lion has a heart--but don't stop till you get there
'Cause the wicked witch of OZ won and she signed a contract
And she gets a kickback in Grand Rapids
Judy Garland is dead
Pick a number and take a look at all the paintings up in the hall
The little people know where it's at
And the tin man's got it in his heart--but that is too late
For the little girl--she O.D.'d in a cyclone
Goodbye to Toto and all of her friends
Judy Garland is dead.
See you next year on a bad trip, baby
Stay dead, Judy, stay dead
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4. |
I'll be a Petoletti Yet
03:19
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When my gal takes to drinking she can never keep it down
I wake up in the morning and hear a puking sound
It sounds just like a weasel in a trap before it dies
and in between those dry heaves, this is what she cries
(Chorus):
I'll be a Petoletti yet
I will be a Petoletti yet
Don't you second guess me or place another bet
Because I will be a Petoletti yet
She starts by drinking brandy with water from the tap
Then she'll eat a pizza and take a little nap
Then she'll hit the gin with some tonic and a lime
And just before the sunrise you can hear that old gal crying
(Repeat chorus)
She cannot compete with the Petoletti guys
We can drink twelve hours straight and never get red eyes
While she's in the bathroom puking up her fate
We're waiting for the liquor store to open up at eight
(Repeat chorus twice)
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Master of Skulls
03:07
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Mama said don't fuss don't fret
Or the Master of Skulls will come out of the TV set
To drag away bad girls and boys
To the fairyland of demon toys
(Chorus):
My mama's a witch and she knows how
To summon up this demon cow
It's got a thick black beak on a gray goat head
It'll drag you down underneath your bed
With razor claws like twisted knives
To slash away your puny lives
(Repeat chorus)
Guitar solo
(Alternate chorus):
My mama's a witch and she can't wait
To have this monster be your fate
It'll pluck our your brain all custard red
And lick out the inside of your pretty head
Then polish your skull and put it in a sack
strapped behind its gnarly twisted back
(Repeat alternate chorus)
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6. |
Choose Your Poison
02:41
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The Ape
04:04
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Hung up in the basement--water six feet high
With floaters--he was gonna die
All because the stupid boy--he forgot to feed the ape
Two boys and a girl out there on the bluff
Young love lost--one boy was doomed
All because the stupid boy--he forgot to feed the ape
(Spoken):
Change the channel on your television set
This program is a terminal rerun
Unique only in the sense that Old Uncle Carl
Has reprized his role as Lord of Wabasha Bluffs
His nephew had but one responsibility
Which he neglected twice
And the penalty for such negligence was death
Death by drowning
Uncle strung a cord from the rafter beam
Execution--cold water runs
All because the stupid boy--he forgot to feed the ape
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8. |
Now You Know the Score
04:48
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Now you know the score
Now you now the score
I've heard it all before, baby
So walk right out that door
My baby used to love me
Now she only loves herself
I hate you--you hate me
Let's give up all right now
And let ourselves be free
You used to love me
But that's a long time ago
I'm gonna pack by bags
And move on down the road
Goodbye
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9. |
Can't Take it Back
02:37
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I didn't want to do it--I didn't want to do it
But its done now and I can't take it back
I'm tired of living--I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of acting the way I do
It's gone--all gone and I can't take it back
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10. |
Mask of Cthulhu
04:40
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Drag out all your dead tonight for another sack of gin delight
I'll break another image in your wake
All the suckers are just waiting with their fishing hooks for baiting
And I've got the the proper pill to take
In between your silver wishes I sure hope you wash the dishes
When your mother bakes a kidney pie
While you eat another forkful you just keep on looking hopeful
Even though tonight you're going to die
Bleed out just a little like a dog who takes a piddle
And put a drop of whisky on your tongue
Bring your lover's sack of change right out to the shooting range
And make yourself a target while you're young
I don't want to hear your prattle 'cause to me you're only cattle
Waiting for your destiny to come
When you hear that final trigger blast bend over then and kiss your ass
And feel that all your fingers have turned numb
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11. |
Suicide Blues
03:06
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(Chorus):
Some people think suicide's bad and I don't know why
Some people think suicide's bad and I don't know why
Some people are selfish--you have to be sly
Because some people think suicide's bad and I don't know why
Thought about it once--seemed like too much trouble
Thought about it again and I drank on the double
Thought about it a third time--it started to make sense
I couldn't believe that I was riding the fence
(Repeat chorus):
Thought about it a fourth time--I bought me a rope
Had another drink and I gave up all hope
Passed out before I could do myself in
Couldn't believe what bad shape I was in
(Repeat chorus)
'Cause if you should die someone would cry
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12. |
I Hate the Country
03:39
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I hate the county--I hate the trees
The sprawling landscape is like a disease
I hate the country and everything it means
I'd rather see concrete than anything green
I dread the aspen--despise the pine
Letting the grass grow seems like a crime
I hate the country and everything it means
I'd rather see concrete than anything green
Someday I'll die and I'll go straight to hell
I'm looking forward to the grass I won't smell
I hate the country and everything it means
I'd rather see concrete than anything green
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We are the sons of Bert--all our past is below the dirt
Below the roots that grew the days--corruption that set our ways
Nobody ever set us straight--come the season to sprout up late
Now we're sprouting into fate--germinating at a slower rate
'Cause we found out--ashes never dissipate
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14. |
Reality Booth
05:19
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Traveling through the night sky--flying through my mind's eye
Drinking in the ugly truth--never try to stand in my way
I know where you've been through the wages of sin
Destiny planned it that way
The earth swallowed up the golden calf
And mighty Cthulhu dispensed his wrath
I'm not being mean--this is not a dream
The vessel I came in was a time machine
Humans reach their final downfall--tomorrow is your last call
Don't be afraid--your destiny is made
Man has grown long in the tooth--you squandered your youth
Now it's time to step into my reality booth
Step into my reality
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15. |
Out on the Street
01:23
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Here we are--here we are right now
Here we are--here we are right now
Here we go--gonna start right now
We're going down to the bottom
Got a bottle of chase--a bottle of gin
Got a bottle of chase--a bottle of sin
I don't know where I've been
'Cause I'm out on the street again
I'm so high--I'm so high
The full moon is racing across the sky
Gonna dip right down & come around
To light the night again
I'm so high--I'm so high
The full moon is racing across the sky
And one of these night I feel like
I'm fixing to die
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If I don't die here's what I think
I'm gonna call up brother and have me a drink
Then we'll stink when we drink
And we'll wind up together in the clink
If we drink that's exactly what I think
What I think and what I believe in
'Cause he taught me how to drink
He taught me how to drink
Taught me how to drink--how to kill what I think
How to kill--how kill everything I believe in
He's a war pig--he's an earwig--he's a war pig
And I don't want him no more
Don't come around--don't come around my backdoor
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Now I only saw him one lonely time
The strangest thing is he was sublime
He had the weirdest awful complexion
He had the ugliest nasty infection
I don't know why I'm here
I don't know why or where to steer
I'm gonna jump--I'm gonna die
I'm gonna fall right outta the sky
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18. |
Going Out of Style
05:12
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My LP records just don't sound the same
When I read the paper I never see my name
I just wanna be a memory to which you are beguiled
But sadly I'm going out of style
My own sister told me "I don't know who you are"
Now I ride the bus--can't find parts for my car
I don't want to be lost on some ridiculous floppy file
But sadly I'm going out of style
You know my baby--she dropped me from her game
She found another man to give her wealth and fame
Now I'm all alone like garbage in a pile
'Cause sadly I've gone out of style
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19. |
Kill the President
04:08
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I don't care who he is--I want to kill the president
I don't care where he lives--I want to kill the president
If he's the leader of a college or the leader of a state
I want to kill the president and I'm not gong to wait
Nothing's going to stop me 'cause I know what to do
I've got my wife's dress and my special pistol too
I'll put the gun up to his head and I'll shoot right through
History books will say I had heroic intent
I wore my wife's wedding dress to kill the president
There's just one more thing I'll do before I'm finally done
I have one last use for my precious little gun
I'll put a bullet through me head and I'll make it gory
Before the final trigger springs I want to say I'm sorry
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20. |
House of Pain
02:16
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What is the law?
Not to drink blood
What is the law?
Not to walk on all fours
What is the law?
Not to eat meat
Are we not men--are we not men--are we not men?
Back to the house of pain
His is the hand that hurts
His is the hand that heals
His is the hand that molds
His is the house of pain
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21. |
Time the Black Ship
05:02
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Time--it sails forth like a black ship into the mist
Time--it sails forth--your life will not be missed
Time--it sails forth like a crow into the sky
Time--it sails forth until the day you die
Time--it sails forth like a kite into the wind
Time--it sails forth--you can never reel it in
(Repeat first verse)
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22. |
The Irremediable
05:21
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A dream--a form--a creature late fallen from azure realms and sped
Into some Styx of mud and lead--no eye from heaven can penetrate
An angel rash--a wanderer who craves to look upon deformity
The vast nightmare's gulf to try--as swimmer struggle in the waves
And battling anguish fierce and stark--against gigantic whirlpools
That singing go on like mad fools pirouetting in the dark
(Chanted section):
One spellbound in sorcery--groping vainly as he makes
To flee a place alive with snakes--seeking the candle and the key
A lost and lampless soul descending within a gulf whose fetid scent
Betrays it's vast and deep extent--a railless staircase never ending
Where clammy monsters guard the way--whose great eye's
Phosphoric light makes even black blacker still the night
And nothing but themselves betray
The dialogue is dark and clear when the heart becomes it's mirror
Black well of truth but none is clearer when that livid star appears
That ironic and primeval beacon torch of Satan's grace
Our sole glory and our purpose--consciousness in doing evil
Consciousness in doing evil
CONSCIOUSNESS IN DOING EVIL
In doing EVIL--EVIL--EVIL--EVIL
CONSCIOUSNESS IN DOING EVIL
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