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Wednesday 13 Album


Fang Bang (2006)
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Morgue than words

When the ambulance arrived
There was nothing they could do to save your life
There were pieces here and pieces there
Found some bubblegum stuck in your hair

So much morgue to see
So much morgue to do
And there's so many things
That I wish you could have heard
So much morgue for me
So much morgue for you
And I can't express myself baby

Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words

You had such beautiful eyes
It's hard to tell now they're covered in flies
I guess it's true that love could be sad
To see you hauled away in seven body bags

So much morgue to see
So much morgue to do
And there's so many things
That I wish you could have heard
So much morgue for me
So much morgue for you
And I can't express myself baby

Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words

You were the love of my life
And now the city morgue has put you on ice
You were the one that got away
I love you morgue than words can say

So much morgue to see
So much morgue to do
And there's so many things
That I wish you could have heard
So much morgue for me
So much morgue for you
And I can't express myself baby

Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words, morgue than words
Morgue than words

. . .


Full moon tonight
The stars are shining bright
There's something in the shadows giving you a fright
Such a gruesome sight
Seeing the children of the night
Destroying humans one by one
With no compassion for life

And with the dawn comes a new day
And we return to our normal ways
No memory of what we've done
Except the signs that we had fun

Now we're waking up with scratches on our back
And flesh underneath our nails
We're going down to Piccadilly Square
To raise a little hell

And now we're on the run
And you know we're having so much fun
Being American werewolves in London

So who's left, who will be next
There's no preference here
Just as long as there's flesh
And now there's no way out
You're all going down
Piece be piece, and limb by limb
Scattered all around on the ground

And with the dawn comes a new day
And we return to our normal ways
No memory of what we've done
Except the signs that we had fun

Now we're waking up with scratches on our back
And flesh underneath our nails
We're going down to Piccadilly Square
To raise a little hell

And now we're on the run
And you know we're having so much fun
Being American werewolves in London

And with the dawn comes a new day
And we return to our normal ways
No memory of what we've done
Except the signs that we had fun

Now we're waking up with scratches on our back
And flesh underneath our nails
We're going down to Piccadilly Square
To raise a little hell

And now we're on the run
And you know we're having so much fun
Being American werewolves in London

. . .


I've got nothing to lose that's why I'm with you
My X-Ray glasses don't lie
And the best thing about our future
Is knowing that I'm gonna die

It's a simple mistake that anyone could make
And I guess I won the grand prize
A lifetime supply of misery
My home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you
I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too

You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide

You're the reason why I never tried
You're the biggest star in your own mind
No anti-dote, it's a fucking joke
And I'll never get out alive

Now on the count of three
Won't you bury me
Close the casket and say goodbye
And its ashes to ashes, dust to dust
My home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you
I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too

You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide

And I'm so love sick, sick of you
I guess I'll see you in hell
But I'm sure you'd ruin that too

You'll be the death of me
Baby you're my home sweet homicide

. . .


You know he's good, he's bad
He loves it when you're sad
He loves to rock out
With his cock hanging out

So hold your horns up
Like you just don't give a fuck
So sing out loud with the sinners around
And c'mon

And he don't need no fucking sympathy
He represents the highest class
I'm talking about you and me

So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil

You know he's black, he's white
He's always fucking right
He loves to drink, fight
And fuck every night

He's so sharp dressed
Sometimes a fucking mess
So sing out loud
If you're evil and proud, c'mon

And he don't need no fucking sympathy
He represents the highest class
I'm talking about you and me

So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil

And he don't need no fucking sympathy
He represents the highest class
I'm talking about you and me

So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil
So have some faith in the devil

. . .


Well I broke my nail on your coffin lid
Trying to get to the beauty within
Oh yeah, you're gonna be mine

Digging a grave while wearing a skirt
Asking for trouble, gonna get myself hurt
But its fine, you're gonna be mine

Let me wipe those maggots from your eyes
You make me warm and fuzzy inside
Now my wigs all frizzy
And I've got a run in my hose
Rigor mortis has been kind to you
And left you in a sexy pose

Happily, I'm so happily ever cadaver
You're gonna be mine

This transvestite moves by moonlight
With six inch heels and a pink flashlight
Oh yeah, you're gonna be mine

I put you in the back of my Cadillac
Next to my lingerie and tire jack
Oh yeah, you're gonna be mine

Let me wipe those maggots from your eyes
You make me warm and fuzzy inside
Now my wigs all frizzy
And I've got a run in my hose
Rigor mortis has been kind to you
And left you in a sexy pose

Happily, I'm so happily ever cadaver
You're gonna be mine

All right, dig 'em up
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi
Alright

Let me wipe those maggots from your eyes
You make me warm and fuzzy inside
Now my wigs all frizzy
And I've got a run in my hose
Rigor mortis has been kind to you
And left you in a sexy pose

Happily, I'm so happily ever cadaver
You're gonna be mine

. . .


Take your breath
I rob you of your life
Oh how I love to see you cry
I'm your nightmare in shinning armor
Bringing horror

Your screams can't penetrate my insecurities
My heart stopped beating
When you first said that you loved me

And now I hold you close to me
But I still don't feel a thing
You're so cold and blue
And now I must forget you

Some things are worth dying for
And baby that ain't me
I'm sorry that you couldn't escape
This curse of me

Tonight I hold you one more time
With the stench of formaldehyde
You're my darkest secret
And in my crawl space is where I'll keep it

Your hopes and dreams
Won't ever see the light of day
I took your beauty, your purity
And locked it all away

And now I hold you close to me
But I still don't feel a thing
You're so cold and blue
And now I must forget you

Some things are worth dying for
And baby that ain't me
I'm sorry that you couldn't escape
This curse of me

This curse of me
This curse
This curse of me

. . .


It's getting dark and scary
When the stars start falling down
Who will make it through the night
Who will live and who will die
I guess nobody knows

It was the night that he came home
So you don't go out alone
When it's dark in Haddonfield
It was the night that he came home
So you don't go out alone
When there's blood in Haddonfield

And now he's looking for Laurie
But she doesn't even know
Gonna baby-sit tonight
And who will make it out alive
I guess nobody knows

It was the night that he came home
So you don't go out alone
When it's dark in Haddonfield
It was the night that he came home
So you don't go out alone

It's only the boogie man
And he knows what he wants tonight
But Loomis is trailing him
And he won't go without a fight, oh no

It was the night that he came home
So you don't go out alone
When it's dark in Haddonfield
It was the night that he came home
So you don't go out alone
When there's blood in Haddonfield

. . .


I've got a shotgun
A bottle of Jack
Going to hell and I ain't ever coming back
Last call for alcohol
I'll tell you when I'm done
Wanted in ten states
A motherfucker on the run
Now let's go

So tell me when did drinking become a crime
Your whining and complaining
Is cutting into my drinking time

I've got too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my alcohol system

I'm whisky bent and I'm feeling fine
Well, I've been up and down
It happens every time
Broken bottles don't mend broken hearts
Home wrecker 101
Now where do we start
Now let's go

So tell me when did drinking become a crime
Your whining and complaining
Is cutting into my drinking time

I've got too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my alcohol system

On your mark
Get ready and
Drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink, drink

So tell me when did drinking become a crime
Your whining and complaining
Is cutting into my drinking time

I've got too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my
Too much blood in my alcohol system

. . .


It's Friday, and everything is great
And my stupid friends got a dumb idea
Gonna go down to the lake
And we don't care about the stories we've heard
And we're too damn dumb to realize
That we're never going to return

And soon enough we're gonna meet Voorhees
We might as well write it on our heads
Come and kill us please

Hey you don't be late
Till death do us party right here on Crystal Lake

Hey you don't be late
Till death do us party right here on Crystal Lake

Hohoho
Hohoho
Hohoho

We got everything that we need
Let's go skinny dipping
Drink some beer and don't forget the weed
And have your brain at the door
'Cause where we're going
You won't even need it anymore

And soon enough we're gonna meet Voorhees
We might as well write it on our heads
Come and kill us please

Hey you don't be late
Till death do us party right here on Crystal Lake

Hey you don't be late
Till death do us party right here on Crystal Lake

We couldn't have planned it better
If we tried
We got nothing to lose but our lives
T & A and an early grave
Well sigh me up
Now Jason's here in the nick of time
To fuck us all up

Hey you don't be late
Till death do us party right here on Crystal Lake

Hey you don't be late
Till death do us party right here on Crystal Lake

. . .


I'm living the American Dream
Working for the man that I'll never meet
Trying to make a living
Trying to get by
Praying that I'll get to see another sun rise

With a little trust, I might make it
With a little love, you know I'd fake it
With a little drugs, you know I'd take it
Straight over the edge

Even if I ever got away
It would still haunt me in my grave
I was born to lose and determined to die
The odds are against me now
Let me tell you why

I'm buried, save me
Buried, whoa oh
Buried with children

All I need is a little break
So I can change my name
And leave the fucking state
There is no future
Nothing up ahead
So go ahead and put a bullet in my head

With a little trust, I might make it
With a little love, you know I'd fake it
With a little drugs, you know I'd take it
Straight over the edge

Even if I ever got away
It would still haunt me in my grave
I was born to lose and determined to die
The odds are against me now
Let me tell you why

I'm buried, save me
Buried, whoa oh
Buried with children

Even if I ever got away
It would still haunt me in my grave
I was born to lose and determined to die
The odds are against me now
Let me tell you why

I'm buried, save me
Buried, whoa oh
Buried with children

. . .


B-B-Baby you and I don't get along
And one of us will have to go before too long
I'm just trying to find the fastest way
To make you the fuck away
And I know you've got a few tricks of your own

And you know I've tried to walk that line
With you a couple million times
Every time the mission failed
And I hope you understand
Why this has come to be
I've got to kill you before you kill me

Sometimes you and I don't see eye to eye
So let me load this gun again
And we can try
I'm just trying to find the fastest way
To blow you the fuck away
And I know you've got a few tricks of your own

And you know I've tried to walk that line
With you a couple million times
Every time the mission failed
And I hope you understand
Why this has come to be
I've got to kill you before you kill me

Go, go, go

And you know I've tried to walk that line
With you a couple million times
Every time the mission failed
And I hope you understand
Why this has come to be
I've got to kill you before you kill me
I've got to kill you before you kill me
I've got to kill you before you kill me

. . .


I'm the rotten seed in the mouth
Of a world that wants to spit me out
No longer human by tomorrow

I'm the scum of the earth
I'm a galactic reject birth
No longer human by tomorrow

Erase myself from the human race
All aboard this rocket into space
I'll die Sci-Fi
And kiss the earth goodbye

In the cosmic hands of death
Is where I'll take me last breath
No longer human by tomorrow

Into the stars, sparkling bright
I'll die Sci-Fi
No longer human by tomorrow

Erase myself from the human race
All aboard this rocket into space
I'll die Sci-Fi
And kiss the earth goodbye

I'll kiss the earth goodbye
Die Sci-Fi, die Sci-Fi
Die Sci-Fi, die Sci-fi
Die Sci-Fi, die Sci-fi

. . .


New York City, N.Y.C.,
Pretty mean when it wants to be,
Black leather, knee-hole pants,
Can't play no high school dance,
Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em on the radio,
Chorus
Misfits, twilight zone,
R-A-M-O-N-E-S, R-A-M-O-N-E-S
RAMONES,
Bad boy rock, bad boy roll,
Gabba gabba, see them go,
C. Jay now hit the gas,
Watch Marky kick some ass,
Go Johnny, go, go, go, go
Tommy o-way-o,
(Chorus)
Bad boys then, bad boys now,
Good buddies, mau, mau, mau,
Keep it up, rock 'n' roll, good music save your soul,
Dee Dee, he left home,
Joey call me on the phone.
(Chorus)

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