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Devil Child
02:51
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Since she hobbled up outta the womb
She’s been sippin' a bottle of doom
But you didn’t care, you were happy just to hold her
And now you’ve got yourself the child of doom
Terror and pain, they know your name
Work, or you’re gonna have a devil child
Horror and shame, they’ll take the blame
Work or you’re gonna have a devil child
When she hobbled up outta the womb
She gobbled up all of the room
You saw her there, she was cryin' in the corner
And you knew right then you had the child of doom
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The Red Death
03:47
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Waited by my phone, you never rang / Waited by mailbox in the rain
Waited so long I went insane / But you’re about to know my name….
YOU TRIED TO KEEP ME OUT / But I’m a slow learner
SO I’M COMING IN / I’m coming in from this weather
I’M DRESSED TO KILL / Dressed to kill in red leather
NOW YOU CAN ALL / Now you can all die together
I’ll just slip in through this here door / Maybe join you rich swells on the dance floor
Soon as I walked in y’all went insane / You must already know my name…
OH LOOK AT YOU / All playing dress up together
ALL IN A ROW / Two hundred pigs of a feather
I’M DRESSED TO KILL/ And I’m dressed to kill in red leather
SO LET’S HAVE A DRINK / Now you can all die together
You know who I am and who I ain’t, I’m the patron saint of party crashers
Not that it matters, You should’ve locked your windows and put away your ladders
Hey lets all sit down and have a drink. You raise your glass, I’ll raise my flask
Here’s to your health...now go to hell
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Never Be Saved
03:32
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I woke up too late
I woke up too late
And I missed my baby
Now I’ll never be saved
I’m in it now
I’ll never be saved
She woke up too soon
She woke up too soon
Her head was spinnin' with the room
And now she’ll never be saved
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You shoulda killed me long time ago
But you decided just to let me go
Now I’m back at your door
You shoulda killed me when you had the chance
You know nobody woulda blamed you back then
I put the knife in your hand
You shoulda killed me long time ago, you let me go
Now I’m back at your door with a plan, gonna ask for your hand
I even called your old man, I left a voice mail
He didn’t call me back but I tried
Now I’m gonna ask for your hand
You shoulda killed me a long time ago
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Blame the Bottle
04:52
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What a terrible sound
It rings in my ears like a knife to the skull
What an awful fall
The floor never stood a chance at all
But if you ask me
I blame the bottle
What an awful place
There’s no chance in hell I’m staying here now
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Damn & Blast
03:01
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I’m the runt of the litter son
And you’re the doom, you’re the glitter, the Tom
I know my place, it’s in the back
I’m R.L. Stein, you’re Kerouac
Damn and blast
I pay the bills, you short the change
I’m cheaper thrills for those who came
God rest you, please, merry King of Spain
You’re the Tallest Man, I’m Lieutenant Dan
Damn you all
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Note on the Table
02:46
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I wrote you that note on the table
It said don’t bother waiting up tonight
Meant every word of it baby
Cause I ain’t never comin' home
So cry but it ain’t no use baby
Weep but it ain’t no use baby
Holler it ain’t no use baby
Cause I ain’t never comin' home
I told you, girl, I ain’t your savior
I told you I’d leave when the train came through
Meant every word of it baby
Cause I ain’t never comin' home
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It seemed like everything was just OK
Now what's that look upon your face?
Oh baby, why the sudden change?
Oh, don't tell me you've been at it again, baby.
SHE'S BEEN TALKING TO HER MOTHER AGAIN;
You know I just can’t win
And I don’t stand a chance
This happens now and then
Did you just say you need some space?
Well babe, I haven't seen you for seven days
Is it always going to be this way?
Lord, am I ever going to catch a break?
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9. |
How To Starve Me
04:57
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Oh, you asked me what I thought of you all dressed in white
I said, "I'm sorry, dear, I just don't think it's right"
Baby I think that I was lying - I just needed some time
'Cause you know how to starve of what I need
And you asked me what I thought of your timeline
I said, "I'm sorry, dear, it just don't look like mine, no"
But I think that I was lying - I just needed some time
'Cause you know how to starve of what I need
Baby, you're what I need
You know you are...
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