1. |
Abraxas
05:51
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Abraxas
Abraxas takes his shining whip above his head,
Brandished violence, broader time
His magic could evaporate the light from your body,
It could burn you,
It could boil out the colour in your eyes
The ant-Abaraxes tell me how I should
Take vitamins or die before my time,
While the Zemblans sit there quietly, just grinning, praying,
Warding off the demons dancing in our eyes,
Imagining hellfire
Ah ah, Bixtemaridna,
He’s persuasive, chest of sinew, serpent thighs
But I don’t believe in fate,
We will find out what will happen in the future if we wait a while
Ah ah, revenging angel reaching out to me, manipulating time
But I don’t believe in destiny,
Our troubles are our own until it’s time to die
Abraxas takes his shining whip above his head,
Brandished violence, broader time
He’ll select you, he’ll command you,
He’ll revive you, he’ll destroy you,
He’ll devour you, he’ll empower you,
He’ll survive
Ah ah, take on the love bomb
Of the family and leave the hate behind
Cos I don’t believe in faith,
We’ll find out if there is anybody watching if we wait a while
Ah ah, I put Abraxas with the family I love but can’t abide
Cos I don’t need the weight of belief
To find something to go on for
And to cling to those we still have by our side
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2. |
The Dirt
04:22
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The Dirt
We all love, we live, we all die
Some know a place where death is only for a time
Bury your kill, and wait
The dirt will pull what should remain remains back outside
How to repair the damage that you've done?
Now that you've had your, had your fun?
He's patched and stitched, but put it from your mind
Ignore the tik, tik, tik, of his jaw and eye
A dog, a cat, back alive
It's passed from man to boy one hundred times
Dig a grave, be brave,
The dirt will pull what should remain remains back outside
Hey ho, let's go, we'll make it if we run
Dee Dee knew his shit when he wrote that one
It’s a disgrace, but put it from your mind
Ignore the slack dead wrist of your lovely bride
We all love, we lift, we all die
Some know a place where death is only for a time
Bury your kill, and wait
The dirt will pull what should remain remains back outside
They old man said that you’re the lucky one
You have no choice but it could be fun
It's a mistake, but put it from your mind
Ignore the tik, tik, tik, of his jaw and eye
We all love, we live, we all die
Some know a place where death is only for a time
Bury your kill, and wait
The dirt will pull what should remain remains back outside
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3. |
Heaven's Gate
04:19
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Heaven’s Gate
Help me, and tell me where to go, what I need to do
Clothe me, and cut off all my hair so I look like you
For my family and friends are no longer mine
And for you, Do and Te, I would gladly lie
Cut me, affection is a distracting human need
Gonads and personality are forms of greed
There’s no reality but what lies inside
In this deluded world we will have to die
Give me a window to go home for a single day
Let me tape-record the things that I need to say
So they can understand our God-given fate
As I leave for the last time for Heaven’s Gate
Guide me for when our saviours come from an alien sky
Pass me the barbiturate cup, oh my throat is dry
Lay me down on a bed under purple sheet
With my new Nike sneakers tied to my feet
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4. |
Comfort
04:30
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Comfort
You tell me that your goals
Are drawn towards
Avoidance of a pit of fiery coals
And you say that you love the one who would
Throw you down the hole
Of pain and spikes and stones
So you believe there is a pervert who
Cares who you screw
And of which way and where
Then you think that I should be as pure as you
By suppression of the sex drive
You say he put there
We work after the daylight
Has safely gone away
When all the world is black and red
And those gnarly things awake
The ones around them quake in horror
As they feed upon the dead
Don’t try to rationalise on your own
Oh do what you are told
If you want to save your immortal soul
Don’t look outside thoughts you already own
Oh keep to what you know
It will be a comfort when you’re old
So you believe there is a pervert who
Cares who you screw
And of which way and where
Then you think that I should be as pure as you
By suppression of the sex drive
You say he put there
You tell me that your goals
Are drawn towards avoidance
Of a pit of fiery coals
And you say that you love the one who would
Throw you down the hole
Of pain and spikes and
We work after the daylight
Has safely gone away
When all the world is black and red
And those gnarly things awake
The ones around them quake in horror
As they feed upon the dead
We laugh at all the ways
You get round things you cannot say
Until it’s too late to be said
Making time beneath the waves
Look at a world completely dazed
By all the garbage in your heads
We work after the daylight
Has safely gone away
When all the world is black and red
And those gnarly things awake
The ones around them quake in horror
As they feed upon the dead
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5. |
First Red Arrow
05:24
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The First Red Arrow
The first red arrow
Stuck in my pickled side
The movement makes it easy
For a birdy to see past
Macho slide
She’ll give her death a try
She’ll take it under her arm
Feathered up to the pit of
Her small life
A baby ba-lee-zee with a sting like
A pocket knife
Pulled out to break and take a lake of
Naked pike
Raw hammy paddles
In love with a low life jacket of rind
Makes baking easy
With a creep for a tin
And batter of mashed eyes
I’ll make a dirty fry
Butter balls of pure love
Boiled down to the last thing in
A pigsty
We wake, it’s a greasy mistake,
Morning wood, and a heartbreak
Then shake a snake,
Yeah I could shake it fine
The snipers in each hole inside
My body their eyes on
Lover’s hide, nose and ears inside out
Aimed at the thief’s thigh
Yeah I could shake it fine
I’ll make a dirty fry
A lake of naked pike
Yeah I could shake it fine
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6. |
Boyfriends
04:23
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Boyfriends
Your arms around me warm
That sweetbread smile
That dream’s been round a while
I push you up the wall
When I am mad
And then we reconcile
You help me to adore
Without all the other noise
Sometimes it’s all I like
Don’t make me fill the void
With all those silly boys
Come back and hold me tight
And though I’m grateful for the boyfriends
I’ve had in the past
I don’t want to bag on all them
You came around
And showed me again and again
Came back with all I needed
And now you’re living my life
You align with all that I care for
And it’s a wonderful sign
I’ll do anything you like
I’ll start a fire
With all of them inside
I’ll hold you tightly by the balls
And I’ll kiss you over and over again
Until you wish you had died
I’ll make you sorry you’re alive
When I go, I’ll have you know
That we could put out their lights
Oh no, don’t make me make the choice
Now that I have my voice
It’s sweating out with pride
And though I’m grateful for the boyfriends
I’ve had in the past
I don’t want to bag on all them
All those wonderful boys and men
But then you, you came around
And showed me again and again
Came back with all I needed
And now you’re living my life
You align with all that I care for
And it’s a wonderful sign
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7. |
The Fly
04:29
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The Fly
I spew my guts on
Any shit I find
I suck it up with lust and pride
I sink my teeth in
Victims in the night
Your blood is hot and my lips are dry
That’s the price of being a fly
And it’s nice if you are a fly
I lay my eggs on
Creatures once alive
A thousand baby maggots writhe
A world fragmented
Through a million eyes
Exoskeletal compromise
That’s the price of being a fly
And it’s nice if you are a fly
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