Destroyer Album

The one hundredth beautiful crib death
Just sold to you'll-never-guess
The twisted kid was me,
Behold the freak
Behold the freak.

A perrenial prodigal guess,
But it doesn't get any better than this.
Kill your first born.
Destroy the norm.
Revolution, revolution, revolution

"Wore my fringe like Roger McGuinn's"
Quote, unquote.
Little showboat
No you didn't.

Got a list; it's serious business.
Stick it in the song. The song doesn't fit.
You brought one, it's not much longer.
Threes to divide and five to conquer.

Fun in the sun; you're the only one.
Fun in the sun; you're the only one.
Fun in the sun; you're the only one who does.

There's an earthquake in the audience.
My response, my response, not what you wanted.
One million tribunals agree:
See, your eyes aren't mine
The nose doesn't go there.
Beau (bulb?), you broke the crown of crowns
Of crowns of crowns of crowns.

Something I never wrote down.
Never, never, never top it off, top it off.
A long drink of water. A boarding house reach.
Big words make for such a short speech

Something quite unholy, heard from your mouth,
As noted, south, south, hurrying south.
Are you ready for another one, baby?
Just because it crumbles,
Doesn't make you humble.
You wanted to be free to be.
You wanted to take out the trash.
Always willing to precipitate the backlash.
Take the trash right out of me.
Take the trash right out of me.
Take the trash right out of me.
Replace it with a (scalpel?) handle

One standing trick:
"Play dead," you said.
Holdin' up the hoop,
I'm beggin' you to fall through.
Cat's can't do that,
But dogs don't stop(?).
I rock around the clock, I mean,
I walk around the block.

If I know you, and I think I do,
You'll be over in the corner store
And singin' in tune.
Yeah, if I know you, and I think I do,
Just like a paid holiday
(hoist the balloon?) and say,
"My McCarthy days are through."
Oh-ho!
"My McCarthy days are through."
Oh-ho!
"My McCarthy days are through."

One standing trick:
"Play dead," you said.
Holdin' up the hoop
I'm beggin' you to fall through.
Cat's can't do that,
But dogs don't stop(?).
I rock around the clock, I mean,
I talk around the clock.

If I know you, and I think I do,
You'll be over in the corner shot(?),
Singin' in tune.
Yeah, if I know you, and I think I do,
Just like a paid holiday
Hoist the balloon and say,
Ooh, ooh (yeah) woo-ooh

Oh, the horror, woe to find
How you changed your mind
When I thought that you would simply change your ways

A hole in the bucket
Dinosaurs say 'fuck it', but
Watch me disagree, I'll rue the day you set me free

'Cause I say mend, mend, mend
Shuck the shell, spit out the sand
I say mend, mend, mend, woah

You came clean, you came to see me
Comin' round the bend
With my three throats a-screamin'
These (truths?) were made for dreamin'

There is darkness and there is breathing
There is darkness and there is breathing
There is darkness and there is breathing
There is darkness and there is breathing

The windows stay closed,
They've never known me.
I walk to the door if it looks like it's lonely.

The turn-table turns
For a song you just learned:
An old story worth telling,
Morphology gone wrong.

The ashes feel good in my hands.
So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you.
The ashes feel good in my hands.
So did you, so they say, so they claim, so did you.

How can you go home again
If everything has been burnt?
How can you go home again
If everything has been burnt?

You can't ever
You can never
You can't ever
You can never
Bonnie Cane(?) went away, one drunken Welsh Gray
Now I never know what to do

I'm not sorry.
I killed the baby.
Only two years old, with curls of gold
They were a given.
Drowned from his hair down to his toes
Without ribbons.

I held a whole note high
This here's a half-tone gone wrong
This monster has gladly been christened
Your Pornographer
Your Pornographer
Your Pornographer

Money goes in the bank, spank, spank her.
Kowtow(?), a German prince can love to
Love you, lovey-dove you,
I can't talk, I do it too.

Oh, crazy, crazy,
Mac, make her mate me(?),
The treasure wasn't gold,
It was cold, so was she, so:
Dead soul, possess me to eat his bed,
Down, dog, one, two, three, four,
You said it.

Can they grade me? (?? can the ?? mean?)
They get me something. (They could mean something?)
Don't hit me with that, no,
Don't hit me with that song.
No-one's strong here,
Somewhat stoned, y'know,
There's no more shows to do.

Cutting corners at every corner,
You (your?) beautiful military minds
Soldiered you on.

How many days of this are left to
My routine? So clean, clean, clean,
The (like?) slow, slow, slow-shodden shoes

Listen deeply (DJ?):
Beware and be sure when I tell you
You are one proportioned motherfucker.

Hey Joe, where you going?
Nothing's worth knowing.
Your politics without precedence,
Your dicks and your tits.

The birth unforeseen, by far our favorite topic,
I mean, all dressed in grey, hooray,
We're only half-dead today.

The birth unforeseen, by far our favorite topic,
I mean, hip hip hooray, hurrah hurrah

So you wanted to fuck a cop?
Well hello, hey, don't we all?
But you didn't just keep it a dream, so it seems
Unlike the rest of us.
My little heartbreaker, my heart's saltshaker
You sprinkle it like a surprise
So then when you break it,
You know I can't make it
A real good time for everyone, a good time

I heard you're guided by voices
Making mischief, they call you a sinner.
You suck on the drug like you suck on my finger,
A joint I'll surely lose to you.
I heard you're guided by voices,
I see you're really high.
But an angel that falls to the ground's not an angel
There's songs about you, you know.

Tonight it's just the three of us.
Three is the number tonight.
She, my Polish princess
Him, the hurting kind
Tonight it's just the three of us.
Three is the number tonight.
Together, together, perhaps it's forever.
With me, a real good time.
A real good time

Come on, come out of the rain
You're not impressed, you're just so learned
I took the book, I lit the page
Your sabbatical is burning
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
Let's sully every stage
Lick my lips, twist my hips
Contessa -- I already quit.

Some things work, but me I choose
To lose my skin in the dirt.
This whiskey priest, he burned the church
To keep his girls alive.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
Let's sully every stage we meet
Lick my lips, twist my hips
Contessa --
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
Let's sully every stage we meet
Lick my lips, twist my hips
Contessa -- I already did

Drunk to the touch, but it wasn't enough.
I gave you the tape and you said it sucked.
Drunk to the touch, but it wasn't enough
I gave you the tape and you said it sucked, but
Drunk to the touch but it wasn't enough
I gave you the tape and it sucked.

Deeper shade of soul, well, didn't you know?
Of course you don't, you just know where to go.
Deeper shade of soul, hey, didn't you know
They all want me now?

Static means punk
Tuning is junk
Another night, another free-jazz drunk
Static means punk
Tuning is junk
Another night, another bluegrass high

I can never place the name with the face.
I can never place the name with the face.
Don't touch me, don't touch me up,
Do the tease by the numbers.
It's not much, but I'm going under
It's not much, but I'm going under
It's not much, but I'm going under

Liar Liar, everything's on fire
So I don't want to hear how you crossed the wire.
Don't touch me, don't touch me up
Watch I'll take it to the river.
You'll come too, little Indian giver
You'll come too, little Indian giver
You'll come too, little Indian giver

So give us the keys, now.
We'll burn this hall of justice down.
Around the ankles or just to the ground
Hats off to the city fathers, they're no longer
A hundred feet tall.
They're no longer, no longer
We're just here another hundred feet stronger

Burned every bullet you earned.
The stench of
"Stupid, you couldn't shoot it."
Better get that looked at.

We think the world of you.
They do, too.

My sister, my only one.
Something that you never should have
Done.
She struck it rich:
A bullet in the bitch.
How can they complain?
He became famous for her.

We think the world of you.
They do, too.
Even when you blast 'em with a bandit (abandon?).

My sister, my only one.
Something that you never should have..
My sister, my only one.
Something that I never could have
Done.

DooDooDooDooDooDoo

Your chair is there
Your body is on the lam
Until you bring it home
I'm striking up the band
Just so you know--
There'll be riots on your hands
There'll be riots on your hands
There'll be riots on your hands

When I control the masses
The traffic and the grass
The sorceror's apprentice
Will conjure up your ass

Your chair is there
Your body is on the lam
Until you bring it home
I'm busting up the band
Just so you know--
There'll be riots on your hands
There'll be riots on your hands
There'll be riots on your hands
There'll be riots

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