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Took me from my chemical lab
And they stuck me on an astro pad
When the transfer was okayed my colleagues abhorred me
But I was busy being bad
Said I don’t even want to do this
But my expertise is second-to-none
Cursed with my prodigy genius
Commander Jekyll’s what they call me, hun.
I got this feeling inside, I called it Edward Hyde.
I said I got this feeling inside, I call it Edward Hyde!
"This is ground control to Apollo 66, Cosmonaut Stevens, please come in – your life support vest is at zero… and you, too Cosmonaut Jefferson. Commander Jekyll, where is your crew? Please respond!"
“Ha-ha well they’re all dead!” I said with a laugh,
“stabbed sixty-six times and then released through the hatch!”
well my voice drowned in static, all they heard was panic
I regained myself as I was coming down fast.
"Soaring through the atmosphere"
I got this feeling inside, I called it Edward Hyde.
I said I got this feeling inside, I call it Edward Hyde!
"Jekyll, this is ground control. We’re gonna be bringing you down shortly. Based on the tragic accident that happened in space, expect a real hero’s welcome, just for you. See you on the ground."
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2. |
Lioness of the Old West
03:28
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Sweatin’ in your room, your gloom-and-doom room,
Painted all black and reeks of perfume,
And that’s where I left him lyin’ face-down on the white sheet,
Sheets stained red and crimson pooled at my feet.
You were screamin’,
And pointin’,
At the knife in
His hand.
It made sense,
Good sense,
So adequate
Explanation.
And now you’re like Eve,
Hiding in the back,
Knowin’ paradise is something she don’t have.
And now I’m like God.
Parties in the front,
Coverin’ His tracks,
Bodies in the trunk.
Years tick by, our salad days we do forget,
Until his posse rides up lookin’ for more than just sin.
Well all this time in heaven as my lioness’s little mouse
The unsung hero of the old west whorehouse.
We were sleepin’,
And wakin’,
And drinkin’,
Again.
And that’s when
They began
Their little
Demonstration.
(chorus)
First thing they do is shoot a boy in the street,
Not to hold a hostage, just to prove they were mean.
Six-shooter number one bursts through the door,
And I ended him there, grabbing his guts on the floor.
Two-three-four, dropped ‘em dead in the street,
Then one through the window gets the better of me.
One in my side so he gets one in the head,
When you come out blazin’ to meet five and six.
And now you’re like Eve,
Lyin’ in the back,
Knowin’ paradise is something she don’t have.
And now I’m like God.
Lyin’ in the front,
Crawlin’ back His tracks,
The party almost done.
And now we lay there as the dust is settled,
Smoke still pours from metal.
They’ll bury us as one bloody mess!
And I’m alone, clutchin’ to your dress,
Followin’ you home, my lovely lioness.
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3. |
Lucky
02:52
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I said, “My name is Dwight, and I don't have any papers
but I have a mustache and I want an adventure.”
They said, “How old are you?” I said older than I am
and they said, “Get your scrawny black ass on that raft!”
cause I'm a lucky little fucker
I'm a lucky little fucker
I'm a lucky little fucker
I'm a lucky and I'm little (repeat)
This little bitch boy walks in holdin’ up two wires
and before you even know it he's exploding.
Sharpened bamboo right through that prostitute’s skull
and bits of barbed wire through that kids face and
a blast of hot air... All that hit me...
And so they put me in charge
Of my own scrawny brigade
Of limp-dick wimps
Pissin’ their pants and crying for their mommy
I told ‘em right there on the first day.
And if any of you little shits go and run and hide
Or cry in your helmets, yell and jeopardize
My life or the lives of these other guys
I will not hesitate to remove the .45 off of my side
And blow your brains out the back of your skull
And show up and salute to your ma and pa
To 21 guns in your home town
And I won’t lose a wink of sleep for putting you down.
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4. |
The Snow
04:54
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Finally on that golden gravel path
That ends at your little ramshackle shack.
finally found my way back home.
I hide from termites in cement.
I hide from the global government.
I hide from everyone I know.
All day I dream of suicide,
But I can’t a slip from the chip inside.
Finally figured all that shit out on fate –
Turns out you’re just my deathmate.
It’s been a hundred and twenty long, long years,
And I’ve just got nowhere else to go.
Oh it was a good life,
I had a good wife.
Last year, she got taken by the snow.
Oh, it’s been quite a time
I say as you hide and I
Pretend to listen – put on the kettle and your final show.
It’s been a hundred and twenty long, long years,
And I’ve just got nowhere else to go.
Oh, we were just kids when
We tore each other to pieces.
Now you’re the only one I wanna know.
The knife sinks deep and feels good.
I laugh just like you knew I would.
You drink quick just like you know you should.
Now the floor’s got your company from the hemlock slipped in your tea.
Could you find the space in your bones
For a vial of my marrow?
Our souls will spring just like the sparrows used to,
When there was a sky for them to spring into.
Decades a slave in front of glowing screens…
Oh, broken backs and replacement rings.
Grandchildren speak in foreign tongues
A secret war fought with all minds won.
Oh, let’s go to the only place we don’t know.
Oh, don’t let me go out alone in the snow.
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5. |
Haunted Heavens
04:56
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"And now, dear listener, is the part of the story where you scurry out of your earthly form. To an eternity of slumber, you say? Hehe, I’m afraid not. Hark! Can you hear them? Trumpets of war! Off in the distance, an inscription on that pyramid – can you read it? “Here be where all souls go but never find what they wanted, and so abandon all hope for heaven is haunted."
Slippin’ into this waterbed
With a sack of pirhannas and a thing I just met
It says, “What we gonna do about this thing called fame?”
As I’m paddlin’ then drownin’ right there in the frame.
Long bottlenecks with round cork heads,
Stacked to the ceiling of this old tool shed.
Tryin’ some scryin’ in an oil bowl
And what we gonna find, we don’t wanna know.
Haunted heavens,
Like it or not, you’ll fight the good fight.
Haunted heavens,
‘cause when you die, you’re due for wartime.
I wake up in prison, I wake up fighting in hell.
I’m always at war until I’m back in jail.
I wake up in dead space, I’m slippin’ too deep –
This ain’t religion, it’s just pickin’ out soldiers like sheep.
"Face-to-face, we finally meet, (Santa Muerte…)
I see thousands of you, but you see none of me.
Come this way, just close your eyes and see – (…don’t act like you know me.)
Well open your mouth and drink death’s water free."
(Oooh wah – haunted heavens!)
Haunted heavens,
Like it or not, you’ll fight the good fight.
Haunted heavens,
‘cause when you die, you’re due for wartime.
Oh in heaven,
Gonna ascend, descend then wreak destruction.
Don’t you even make believe that you don’t believe it.
"You’re not listening! You are WORMS! Disgusting in your filth! Just a SECOND death you dare think you deserve?! Your deaths will be innumerable – strung through the billions of trillions of galaxies in these vast cosmos! You will fight, and of this battle you will never – ever – find REST!"
Santa Muerte, don’t act like you know me.
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6. |
Shooter Upper
02:01
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She was born in a parking lot
Of a seedy bar in a broke-down car.
She said anywhere’s gotta be better than this –
And if we leave, we ain’t gonna be missed.
She’s my little shooter upper,
Want her to be my lover,
My little shooter upper.
She says one of these days, we’re gonna hit the road
But we’re gettin’ old and all our time got sold
But we stick to the dream
And we desperately cling to a day when we ain’t gonna do what we’re told.
Now we’ve ditched our bodies but we’ve kept our wits
And we’re more than just space fillin’ up the obits.
She was as black as they come, and as hot as they black –
Now we’re gonna drive to heaven in a Cadillac.
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7. |
Nightmare Nancy Pt. I
02:17
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Nancy do you remember when I went and fought a demon for you?
Got hit in the face with a shovel by a skeleton went tumblin down...
had a makeshift junkyard funeral and robbed a church just to hallow the ground
fillin an old liquor bottle with new holy water
like lambs to the slaughter- me and your drunken father were...
headin towards our own urns
well half this shit aint mine
more than half this shit aint mine
and it's hard not give such obvious answers
when you ask such dumb questions!
I'm breaking up with a dead girl
and it's not as easy as it seems
cause Nancy to me you're more than just a bad dream...
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8. |
Nightmare Nancy Pt. II
03:18
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Met a guy named Fred
but he liked ya better dead
and so he brought ya down
but babe you're still around
I pop a pill over here
I pop a pill over there
but darlin you're always everywhere
and it aint FDA but really it's okay
I won't stop talkin to myself till I've had my say
And every since then I'm a laughing stock
lost all of my cred- despite all I was taught
wake up like your dad always drunk in a ditch
I was a doctor in the field of medicine
Nancy before you batted your baby blues
before I lost my life cause it was me that you used
just like every man that's ever got close to you
I was a doctor in the field of medicine!
I wake up in a school
I aint never been to...
and even though I try to hide
sister Mary's by my side
and I ask her if I would have been one of her maniac lovers
by now
as they drag me out in a big ol baggie
with a bloody blondie drug- parallel beside me!
And every since then I'm a laughing stock
lost all of my cred- despite all I was taught
wake up like your dad always drunk in a ditch
I was a doctor in the field of medicine
Nancy before you batted your baby blues
before I lost my life cause it was me that you used
just like every man that's ever got close to you
I was a doctor in the field of medicine!
Side effects of Hypnocil a sudden loss of appetite
and hallucinations of dark fantastical proportions
side effects of Hypnocil a loss of friends and family
and seeing old dead loves come-
back to you in your sleep!
Side effects of Hypnocil may disrupt your REM
by seeing her in her dress with four stab wounds all weeping
and if you don't remember your dream and wake up screamin
count yourself lucky...
yeah you're a lucky little fucker!
And every since then I'm a laughing stock
lost all of my cred- despite all I was taught
wake up like your dad always drunk in a ditch
I was a doctor in the field of medicine
OPERA: where have I been? Close my eyes go sleep let us begin where are we who are you where have I been?
Nancy before you batted your baby blues
before I lost my life cause it was me that you used
just like every man that's ever got close to you
I was a doctor in the field of medicine!
Nancy before you batted your baby blues
before I lost my life cause it was me that you used
just like every man that's ever got close to you
I was a doctor in the field of medicine!
So I wind this rabbit, around this tree
I toss the whole forest scene over a moonlit beam
and I chant these words- whispers turn to a scream
Nancy I know you're more than just a bad dream!
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9. |
Detroit
04:41
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Rudely awakened with a samurai sword
It’s sunk in my sails
Her pigtails soaked in entrails
Soaked in wine from the night before
And she shoots me my own Goddamn smile right back at me and I feel like laughing
This new family of a stranger
She’s Herod in my manger
My widowed bride
My murderous savior
So the world is over
Well it had a good run
In between explosions
Let’s have us some fun
‘Cause we’ll fight to the death
We’ll fight for a breath
Long after breathing’s in effect ‘cause
Lungs ain’t broken
Just drowning in blood
Her momma said I'm a flash in the pan
But here I am and I'm burning so bright like a kite
On its maiden flight
Fried when it flied with the stormy night
And I said I don't want all of this shit on my shoes
Used and abused
Run through the ringer and soaked in the blues
Psychosis infused insomnia
Oh you're my muse
So the world is over
Well it had a good run
In between explosions
Let’s have us some fun
‘Cause we’ll fight to the death
We’ll fight for a breath
Long after breathing’s in effect ‘cause
Lungs ain’t broken
Just drowning in blood
Miss Slipavich, you've got a baby ailing in your youth
You feed her pills you feed her herbs and bathe her in vermouth
Yeah she's a real martyr
Like a truck without a starter
Sitting in a compactor trying to reason with steel
Saying, “Hey, look at my exhaust,”
As it grows
White like a ghost
Saying that counts as a healthy breath
So angels above absolve me of death
Detroit
Is the place
Where all our dreams come true –
And we feel like we're lovely
Traipsing the streets
Nude in our cleats
Until it's a wet night in the city
And the skyscrapers sink in the muck
And I'm falling and crawling and dying away
And my jaw’s on the floor but I'm trying to say
That I feel like we're at our most handsome
Today
Today
In Detroit
Detroit
Is the place
Where all our dreams come true
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10. |
Teacup
04:02
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So you’re my little ashtray
For when I’m bored
I’ll light up a smoke
And flick a little spent death
Into you.
And you’re broken teacup
Don’t even have a handle but it be a shame just to throw you out
Still every time I hold you it burns
And when I get a feeling,
Like a feeling is a dangerous thing,
You know I’ll soak it in, and then I’ll wring it out.
Well you’re my little ashtray for when I’m bored
I’ll light up a smoke and flick a little spent death
Just into you.
And you’re broken teacup
Don’t even have a handle and every time I hold you it burns
But it would be shame, just to throw you out.
And when I get a feeling,
Like a feeling is a dangerous thing,
You know I’ll soak it in, and then I’ll wring it out.
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