If you're gonna scream, scream with me Moments like this never last When new creatures rape your face Hybrids opened up the door Ooh baby when you cry
Hot cherry on Friday night When the sun goes down my spine I put an axe in my baby's head I'm gonna end up doing time She looks so good in red American
She walked out with empty arms Machine gun in her hand She is good and she is bad No one understands She walked in, in silence Never spoke a word She
Come back little raven and bite my face I've been waiting, endless waiting Come back and bite my face Come back little raven, descend your home This
Little angelfuck It's a shame that luck is the only thing Did you like the fun Did you like the times that I promised you Open wounds on your brow Little
Dry drunk on a corner Wet waste of a girl Theme for a jackal Play you death-song, you probably listen Stand idly by as they rape your children like you
Bonfires burning bright Pumpkin faces in the night I remember Halloween Dead cats hanging from poles Little dead are out in droves I remember Halloween
There are paint smears on everything I own The vapor rub is lyin' on a table of filth Christmas cards to which I never reply My eyeballs absorb only blue
There's some kinda love And there's some kinda hate The maggots in the iron lung Won't copulate And it's a woah oh oh oh oh And it's a woah oh oh oh
We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare They picked up every movement They pick up every loser With jaded eyes and features You think they
5:25 August 5th, 1962 Found her lying on her chest Her face all turning blue You think it was an overdose But could it have been the pact Could it have
This isn't really sex, this isn't really life This isn't really anything I think I like And I will not sit on broken glass Not for you or anyone I will
Static, static, static We're on a video rage Static, static, static We're on a video rage We're all blue from projection tubes We're all blue from projection
: There are paint smears on everything I own The vapor rub is lying on a table of filth Christmas cards to which I never reply My eyeballs absorb only
: if you're gonna scream, scream with me moments like this never last When new creatures rape your face Hybrids open up the door ooh baby when you
: this isn't really sex. this isn't really life. this isn't really anything i think i like, and i will not sit on broken glass, not for you or anyone
: There's some kinda love And there's some kinda hate The maggots in the iron lung Won't copulate And it's a woah oh oh oh oh And it's a woah oh oh
: Come back little raven and bite my face I've been waiting, endless waiting Come back and bite my face Come back little raven, descend your home
