Rotten Peaches - Lyrics - Madman Across The Water - Elton John

Title: Rotten Peaches
Album: Madman Across The Water
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
We've moved on six miles from where we were yesterday
And yesterday is but a long long ways away
So we'll camp out tonight beneath the bright starlight
And forget rotten peaches and the places we've stayed

I left from the dockland two years ago now
Made my way over on the S. S. Marie
And I've always had trouble wherever I've settled
Rotten peaches are all that I see

Rotten peaches rotting in the sun
Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun
Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus, I'm the one
Rotten peaches rotting in the sun

Rotten peaches rotting in the sun
Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun
Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus, I'm the one
Rotten peaches rotting in the sun

There ain't no green grass in a U.S. state prison
There is no one to hold when you're sick for your wife
And each day out you'll pick, you'll pick rotten peaches
You'll pick rotten peaches for the rest of your life

Oh I've had me my fill of cocaine and pills
For I lie in the light of the Lord
And my home is ten thousand, ten thousand miles away
And I guess I won't see it no more

Rotten peaches rotting in the sun
Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun
Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus, I'm the one
Rotten peaches rotting in the sun

Rotten peaches rotting in the sun
Seems I've seen that devil fruit since the world begun
Mercy I'm a criminal, Jesus, I'm the, Jesus, I'm the one
Rotten peaches rotting in the sun
Rotten peaches rotting in the sun
Rotten peaches rotting in the sun

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The Raven'S Mirror - Lyrics - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Raven'S Mirror
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Jr., Michael John Puwal, William Dail

Lyric:
We be doin' murder everyday
We be good enough to get away
You won't even know a wicked clown has hit the door
Until your melon hit the floor and roll away

How can I stop myself from murdering your neck
Methadone and Prozac only keep me in check
As soon as it's gone, I'm gonna kill
And that was my last refill, goddammit

I drink Lithium and I don't even know what it is
Only reason why you diss me is 'cause you want a sip
Every time I drink it, I piss out a laser
And cut holes in the wall with my dick phaser

I'm a do time I assume
I bitch smacked the judge, right out his own court room
Then I took the bench and sentenced myself
Eternal happiness and good health, motherfucker

I represent the Hatchet
I see your eyeball lookin' at me like I'm a snatch it
And throw it to the garbage can down the hall
Then kick you in your ass as you search and crawl for it

We be doin' murder everyday
We be good enough to get away
You won't even know a wicked clown has hit the door
Until your melon hit the floor and roll away

We be doin' murder everyday
We be good enough to get away
You won't even know a wicked clown has hit the door
Until your melon hit the floor and roll away

You know, Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this
Only I never really thought about how horrible it really is
Laying in a coffin in the pitch black dark
The only sound being that of my heart, if I'm alive

But I've had no pulse or even breath for days
I remember the crash and after that it's a haze
But I do recall my funeral, them lowering me in
It was about that time, when my soul kicked back in

I tried to move my fingers or something, got nothing
But dirt hitting the top from them shoveling, I'm fucked
It's been at least two weeks but I don't keep time
I just lay here motionless, in this rotting body of mine

I tried fantasy realms and dreaming my way out
It only leads to mind panicking and torturing thoughts
About running and breathing, will it ever really happen again?
Please God, Heaven or Hell, just let something begin

Am I asleep or not? I don't know
My body is rotting and I feel pain
Get me to Heaven or get me to Hell
But don't leave me, dead inside this thing

Let me go, my body won't let me go, let me go, go
My body won't let me go, my body won't let me go
Let me go, go

Am I asleep or not? I don't know
My body is rotting and I feel pain
Get me to Heaven or get me to Hell
But don't leave me, dead inside this thing

Am I asleep or not? I don't know
My body is rotting and I feel pain
Get me to Heaven or get me to Hell
But don't leave me, dead inside this thing

Let me go, my body won't let me go, let me go, go
My body won't let me go, my body won't let me go
Let me go, go

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Death Blooms - Lyrics - L.D. 50 - Mudvayne

Title: Death Blooms
Album: L.D. 50
Artist: Mudvayne
Composer(s): Chad L. Gray, Ryan Martinie, Matthew Mcdonough, Greg Tribbett

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Lyric:
Cold seems crippling
Lame meander through corridors
Aroma's thick with age, mark off the day

Reflections of my life are fading
Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in

Feeble frail and rotting, descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing
Don't want it cast into, maker take the body
Don't want it, it wants me

Past has found it's place
Salvation is no more
Will God accept my peace bleached will pardon me
Reflections of my life are fading

Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in

Feeble frail and rotting, descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing
Don't want it cast into, maker take the body
Don't want it, it wants me

I just want to run
Fly kites wrestle, jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore
Memories in me cocooned in misery

I'm sick and tired
Of embracing reflections of past time
Receive me or cast me away
God please take me away

Resistance futile
Suicidal ideas will I will crucify my own being
Satisfy selfish needs fuck the deities
Justify my own right to what's waiting for me

On the other side the time has come
Lock and load, I'm comin', I'm comin'
I'm comin', oh I'm comin' home

Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in
Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in
Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in

Feeble frail and rotting, descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing descending
Don't want it, maker take the body
Don't want it, don't want in

Pull me out of body
Don't want it, don't want in

Feeble frail and rotting, descend
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing descend
Don't want it, maker take the body
Don't want, it wants me

I just want to run
Fly kites wrestle, jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore
Memories in me cocooned in misery

The darkness overcomes
Soul soars to the other plain
Existence past the door
I sail through purgatory's bay

I asked a God for poison, cradle me
Sown to my dreams, souls searching
Death blossoms where clouds lie over me
Held in God's hands, death blooming

{Dark for fear of failure
An inner gloom as wide as an eye of fermenting
Roiling hate death grip in my veins
Unveiling rancid petals
Flowering forth foul nectar
Space between a blink and a tear
Death blooms}

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Every Day Is A Struggle - Lyrics - Still Searching - Senses Fail

Title: Every Day Is A Struggle
Album: Still Searching
Artist: Senses Fail
Composer(s): Michael Glita, James Buddy Nielsen, Heath Saraceno, Dan Trapp, Garrett Zablocki

Lyric:
I was the chap stick in your purse, to keep you smooth
I was a finger in your throat, to keep you cute
My liver hates you for walking out on us
My kidney?s drowning in a pool of a long lost love

I stole your perfume to spray in my room
You will always be here

So much for the past year
I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from
Your eyes, oh, your eyes
I?m burning out my bedside, and I?m rotting out my insides slowly

I was the hand that held your hair back from your face
Now I must forget the way you taste

I stole your perfume to spray in my room
You will always be here

So much for the past year
I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from
Your eyes, oh, your eyes
I?m burning out my bedside, and I?m rotting out my insides slowly

I love you so damn much, I?ll even start to pray
I?ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you?ll stay
I love you so damn much, I?ll even start to pray
I?ll put my faith in all your bullshit if it means you?ll stay

So much for the past year
I poured it down the drain with all the alcohol and pain I got from
Your eyes, oh, your eyes
I?m burning out my bedside, and I?m rotting out my inside
I?m burning out my bedside, and I?m rotting out my insides

I love you so much, I started praying
I love you so much that I started praying
I love you so much, I started praying
I love you so much that I started praying

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Rotting On Remand - Lyrics - Billy Bragg

Title: Rotting On Remand
Artist: Billy Bragg
Composer(s): Billy Bragg

Lyric:
I stood before the judge that day as he refused me bail
And I knew that I would spend my time awaiting trial in jail
I said, "There is no justice" as they led me out the door
And the judge said, "This isn't a court of justice son, this is a court of law"

They first sent me to Windsor and then to stoke on Trent
In a holding cell in Liverpool three days and nights I spent
My solicitor can't find me, my family don't know
I keep telling them that I'm innocent they say
"Come on son, in you go"

And I was picked up on suspicion of something I haven't done
Here I sit in F wing waiting for my trial to come
It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

I ended up in this jail built in 1882
One man to one prison cell was a Victorian value
Now three of us are squeezed in here and you can't escape the smell
Of that bucket in the corner and we eat in here as well

They let me out of this cage to slop that bucket out
To get my food and bring it back and if I'm lucky, get a shower
Apart from one hour's exercise, I'm locked in here all day
You don't turn criminals into citizens by treating them this way

Is the price of law and order the stench of wormwood scrubs?
With judges quick to sentence more down from above
It's a cruel unusual punishment that society demands
Innocent till proven guilty, rotting on remand

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All Of This Ugly - Lyrics - A Worm's Life - Crash Test Dummies

Title: All Of This Ugly
Album: A Worm's Life
Artist: Crash Test Dummies
Composer(s): Brad Roberts

Lyric:
I was walking through the country
And passing through lovely scenery
When I came upon some rotting remains
And though the carcass was wormy
Well, after all, it's all part of nature's art of cleaning

And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly

When my job was garbageman
I'd go out and empty the garbage cans
And I'd come upon some rotting remains
But we'd drive them outside town
And fill the land and make hills that you could walk around on

And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly

If I were born as a vulture
I'd fly out and circle high in the air
And I'd look out for rotting remains
And if they weren't quite dead yet
A little bite would help things so I could get started

And if I try hard I think that I will see
Some good behind all of this ugly

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Almost Medieval - Lyrics - Human League

Title: Almost Medieval
Artist: Human League
Composer(s): Philip Oakey, Ian Craig Marsh, Martyn Ware

Lyric:
There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact, I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men

Jump off the tarmac, there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office hangs the man on the gibbet
Soft lenses, grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts

Your program, newspaper
So they say

Rumor spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets

Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems, I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Soft lenses, grow to glasses

Small world, dimly seen through cataracts
Jump on to the escalator
Press the button on the lift
Raise the dust on old stair carpets

Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems, I'm going madder
Falling off this rotting ladder
Your program, newspaper

So they say
Rumor spread by word of mouth
Jump onto the escalator
Press the button on the lift

Raise the dust on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of regret
Now it seems, I'm going madder
Falling through this rotting ladder

There's something in your soul that makes me feel so old
In fact, I think I've died about six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me then
I'm moving back to the age of men

Jump off the tarmac, there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office, hangs the man on the gibbet
Jump off the tarmac, there's no stagecoach speed limit
Outside the office, swings the man on the gibbet

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Pulled To Bits - Lyrics - Siouxsie And The Banshees

Title: Pulled To Bits
Artist: Siouxsie And The Banshees
Composer(s): K Morris, Steve Bailey, James Mckay, Sue Ballion

Lyric:
Tongues are clacking words of one vision
One tiny incision and teeth are cracking
On thin air, on thin air
And teeth are cracking on thin air

Pulled to bits in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pulled to bits in silence
Without a sound, without a sound

Buildings bleached with shatter, shatter, clatter
Fill their senses with cement
Watch the people scatter
One by one, one by one

Pulled to bits in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pulled to bits in silence
Without a sound, without a sound

Young lungs snapping coming up for air
The mindless ones yapping, slashing through the thoroughfare
One by one, one by one
Oh one by one without a fucking care

Pulled to bits in silence
Left rotting on the ground
Slowly pull to bits in silence
Without a sound, without a fucking sound

Pulled to bits, yackety, yackety, yack, yack, yack
Pulled to bits, shatter, shatter, shatter, clatter
Pulled to bits, yap, yap, yap, yapping
Pulled to bits without a sound

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Disposal Of The Body - Lyrics - Live Cannibalism (Live) - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Disposal Of The Body
Album: Live Cannibalism (Live)
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Alex Webster

Lyric:
The basement incinerator
Is where they'll put the head
Hose the floor and clean the room
Anywhere they bled

Into boxes go the bags
Fill the space with rocks
In the dark of night
He throws them off the docks

Rotting in the river
Never to be found
Under tons of concrete
Deep beneath the ground

From behind, he grabs his mouth
The blade goes to his neck
Bulging veins pumping blood
He struggles to protect

If you don't cut open the stomach
The corpse will rise and float
The victim is discovered dead
Rotting organs bloat

The killer chops the body
With a scalpel and an axe
The parts are then drained
And put into the sacks

Grab the neck, slit the throat, take the life
Hang the corpse, prepare to drain the blood
Bone saw, meat cleaver, filleting knife
Carve the corpse, dissect him in the tub

Smash the teeth, slice off scars, crush the bones
With a crowbar scrape off all tattoos

If you don't cut open the stomach
The corpse will rise and float
The victim is discovered dead
Rotting organs bloat

The killer chops the body
With a scalpel and an axe
The parts are then drained
And put into the sacks

Chunks of a skull
Sawn in half bones
Body is found
Killer unknown

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Song For Sunshine - Lyrics - The Life Pursuit - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Song For Sunshine
Album: The Life Pursuit
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard Colburn, Bob Michael Kildea, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Michael Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin

Lyric:
Honey sweet apples, they're rotting away
Millions of people never start in the race
There's stuff on our plates that has not been alive
Someone pays full price for my cheap flight life

Sunshine, we all see the same sky

I am a man filled with longing desire
The gifts of creation are ready for hire
A look and a label is all I require
Enough's not enough, I never ask why

Sunshine, we all see the same sky
Looking, learning, asking the same why?

Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting away
Millions of people never start in the race
There's stuff on our plates that has not been alive
Someone else pays the real price of my cheap flight life

Wheel of fortune spins
But the wheels on fire come crashing on you
Honey sweet apples, they're rotting away

Sunshine, we all see the same sky
Looking, learning, asking the same why?
Sunshine, we all see the same sky

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Pit Of Zombies - Lyrics - Gore Obsessed - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Pit Of Zombies
Album: Gore Obsessed
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Alex Webster

Lyric:
Captured by the priest of evil
Deep inside the hive
Hellish dungeon filled with undead
Their rotting claws reaching for my legs

I hang above the ghouls
I know they want me for their food
Overwhelmed by deadly fear
Hung above the Zombie lair

Hanging by a thread above them
Taken here to die
Rotting hands reaching for me
Their undead eyes see me as a meal

They want to eat alive
Mindless hunger in their eyes
Filthy claws grasp at my feet
Slashing wounds, my ankles bleed

Pit of zombies
Chasm teeming with undead
Death is grisly
Lowered slightly now they reach me

I scream in frantic pain
Tearing off my feet with fury
The pain intense below my knees
My legs have been removed

They suck the blood from the wounds
Voracious zombies rend my thighs
They pull me down, my corpse
They will divide

Pit of zombies
Chasm teeming with undead
Their jaws await me
A gruesome end the
Pit of zombies
Reanimated to devour
I watch them kill me

They claw at my face
And rip off my scalp
Exposing my skull
Arteries severed

Gushing blood showers them drives
Them mad raging mob
A hideous feast

Puncture my stomach and
Tear out the guts
Devour entrails
Rotting zombies have torn me apart
They gorge on my flesh

Engulfed
Consumed
This pit
My doom

Engulfed alive
Consumed by death
This pit of zombies
My doom is here

Pit of zombies
Chasm teeming with undead
Their jaws await me
A gruesome end the pit of zombies
Reanimated to devour
I watch them kill me

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Rotting Head - Lyrics - Eaten Back To Life - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Rotting Head
Album: Eaten Back To Life
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Chris Barnes, Paul Mazurkeiwicz, Jack Owen, Bob Rusay, Alex Webster

Lyric:
A quivering pile of useless flesh, locked in a padded cell
Hidden from the prying eyes of curiosity
Experimental surgery made him what he is today
His head is rotting but his body lives on as a worthless vegetable
Unknown to mankind, the incredible power of his mind

Hideous heredity, genetic imbalance, resorting to cannibalism
A feast begins as the patient's skull is cracked open like a walnut
Brains devoured in a frenzied slaughter, thirst for gore nothing more
Bile is dripping, pus from wounds, as the coroner drinks it down

The sights before your eyes you can't describe
A trip through this living hell will rot away your skull

Genital lacerating, anal asphyxiation
Blockade of bowel passage, defecation, hemmorage
Cadaverous mutilation, metamorphial radiation
Devourance of arteries, decapitated extremities
Cranial excavation, cerebral liquidation
Brain turned to soup, ears are dripping goop

Slimy, cozying, dripping pus, torn out fingernails starting to fuse
Shredded cartilage victim lies, eye sockets, but no eyes
Miles of intestines strewn all about, facial features strickened with gout
Hanging bodies dripping with blood, the blackened fluid sinks in the mud

A quivering pile of useless flesh, locked in a padded cell

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I Love A Snot - Lyrics - Lisa Germano

Title: I Love A Snot
Artist: Lisa Germano
Composer(s): Lisa Germano

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Lyric:
Shaky, shaky hands
Shaky, shaky legs
Shaky, shaky stomach
When I am with you

Shaky, shaky thoughts
Each and every one
When I am with you
Run tubby, run to

Tubby, tubby butt
Tubby, tubby face
Tubby, tubby stomach
When I am with you

Icky, icky breath
Each and every kiss
When I am with you
Where does it go into?

You're a snot
And I adore you
I love a snot, hey

Rotten, rotten luck
Rotting, rotting, rotting
What am I to do
When I am with you

Run tubby run
Run tubby run
Run tubby run
Run tubby run

You're a snot
And I adore you
I love a snot

You're a snot
And I adore you
I love a snot, hey, hey

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C.F.C.(Cancer Fucking Cancer) - Lyrics - Cancer

Title: C.F.C.(Cancer Fucking Cancer)
Artist: Cancer
Composer(s): Tara Maclean, Bill Bell

Lyric:
Gather 'round all to see, reborn misery
Doctors stand in my way, my path to death
Ready to die, take your last breath
Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer

Cancered guts spilled out with therapy
Chemical injections, lab poisons, infections
Ready to die, take your last breath
Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer

Praying for death as you can see your life fading
Lying there in a terrible state as the cancer's growing
Ready to die, take your last breath
Rotting corpse, cancer fucking cancer

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River In The Road - Lyrics - Era Vulgaris - Queens Of The Stone Age

Title: River In The Road
Album: Era Vulgaris
Artist: Queens Of The Stone Age
Composer(s): Joey Castillo, Joshua Homme, Troy Leeuwen

Lyric:
Fast approaching monsters
Marching in a row
Grab what slips your mind
And what your memory won't hold

Run, darling, run
I'll stall if I can
You'll escape and I'll be left
Rotting on the vine

Run, darling, run
I'll stall if I can
You'll escape and I'll be left
Rotting on the vine

Avert the children's eyes
Forget left untold
Don't look back to see the blood
River in the road

Let's seek revenge with my blood
River in the road

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Monolith - Lyrics - 15 Year Killing Spree - Cannibal Corpse

Title: Monolith
Album: 15 Year Killing Spree
Artist: Cannibal Corpse
Composer(s): Paul Mazurkiewicz, Alex Webster

Lyric:
[Incomprehensible] decay of life
Ruthless, dead monolith
Human race will be devoured
Cannibals

Ghoulish, undead vanguard
Silent killers striking quickly
Blood lust, for the living
Eat their flesh drink their blood

Callous, in their method
Murderers, murderers
Horrific infiltration
Monolith of undead

Slay the living
Is only object for this
Bestial rotting horde
Slaughtering the helpless
Slaughter all that lives

Driven by an evil force
To feed on humankind
Exterminate resistance
Exterminate them all
Cunning and yet mindless
Stealthfully they kill

Army of decay plodding
Toward the breathing ones
Countless decomposing
Corpses walk upon the earth
Outnumbering the living
Soon they'll be extinct

Zombie, seek life
Mindless killing all in sight
Addicted to entrails
They crave warm flesh

Hunting, dead seek
Ruthless feeding on the weak
Savagery prevails
Tear them to shreds

Fighting, undead
Flesh wounds bleeding black not red
Invincible undead force
There is no hope

Zombies, devour
Quicken mankind's final hour
Fate will run its course
There is no hope

Walking dead surround
Search for living flesh
Ambush on the town
Takes a shocking toll
Screams of living fade as
The dead destroy their lives, they die

Hollowed bodies heap
Empty carcasses
Innards are devoured by the mob of ghouls
Remaining living flee the horde

Ghoulish, undead vanguard
Silent killers, striking quickly
Blood lust for the living
Drink their fresh blood

Callous, in their method
Murderers, murderers
Horrific infiltration, monolith

[Incomprehensible]
Caused by this monolith
Human race was sacrificed
Their future does not exist

Armies of undead
Slaying the living
Bestial rotting horde
Monolith of death
Cannibals

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Nein - Lyrics - Otep

Title: Nein
Artist: Otep
Composer(s): Greg Wells, Robert Patterson, Otep Shamaya

Lyric:
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine

I will tell you a story that's never been told
I will tell you a secret five lifetimes old
My life has been a prison
A labyrinth built beneath the mountain of tragedy
I'm a stain on the cloth, I'm just an after-thought
But I would die for this

But through the veins of decay, I'll remain to betray
To live like Caesar, to die like Jesus
To build my own religion
No gods, no laws
To celebrate pain forsaken and ashamed
To watch them all crawl beneath us
On this bed of nails and regret
Dying of fevers, betrayal, and sweat, I cry

My organs are rotting, my enemies are plotting
I am made of pages paragraphs and inspirations
Paper girl, burn the world I pass the flame to you

Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him
Murder, mayhem, fuck her, slay them

My pain, my pride, these scars are mine
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine, my pain

My misery has been formulated into an equation of nine
My sanity wrote a suicide note but
One of us is illiterate and the other is blind
My first act of treason was picking up a pen
My first act of love was finding myself again
The hardest thing to do was standing up to you
Now I'm off my knees, now you're begging me please
I'm the wound and the weapon, the fracture and the fist

My organs are rotting, my enemies are plotting
I am made of pages paragraphs and inspirations
Paper girl, burn the world I pass the flame to you

Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him
Murder, mayhem, hurt her, hate him
Murder, mayhem, fuck her, slay them

My pain, my pride, these scars are mine
My pain, my pride, these scars are mine, my pain

That stabbing in your heart
That black hole in your soul
Slowly ripping you apart
That's me, that's me

So let it be written
So let it be done
The brighter they shine
The darker we become

Vae victus, abomination
Vae victus, abomination
Vae victus, abomination

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In The Name Of Gore - Lyrics - Exhumed

Title: In The Name Of Gore
Artist: Exhumed
Composer(s): Matthew David Harvey

Lyric:
Extrapolating from the abhorrent
We disinter a sordid truth
Heinously plundering death's depths
Like a bumbling violent sleuth

Tearing through the layers of decay
With vicious rancor and bitter scorn
To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter
Which we bring forth to mourn

Carnage canonized
We let death reign unfettered
Derangement eulogized
To the last bloody letter
No one can do it better

In grisly detail we play out or own
Death scenes' coup de grace
With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain
That decorum would draw

Retrograding your morality in our sick
Dead world, it had no place
Desecrating your sense of dignity
But of course in the end, it's all a matter of distaste

Your values mollified, severed by clean
Precise cuts, each to the last
Your senses vilified, taste and tolerance
Are now taken to task

In the name of gore
We'll set right this bloody score
The grave can't hold us anymore
We'll kick in the mausoleum doors

Even sicker than before
We enjoy this gruesome chore
Revealing the ghastly horror
The face of death that you deplore

Rotting through the core
This slaughterous carnage you abhor
Is the vocation we adore
As we drain another oozing sore

Bringing revulsion to the fore
As the vomit stains on the floor
Forevermore, in the name of gore

Stopping at nothing to indulge
An off-color sense of tumor
We regurgitate force-fed atrocities
Straight onto a silver platter

Serving up ghastly repast
Hard to swallow without black humor
With tongue in cheek
We gorge on the matter of splatter

Leaving no headstone unturned
And no grave site unmarred
Our wayward journey six feet
Straight down we undertake

Dark horses tread swiftly
Through this unhallowed dance macabre
Somnambulating through
Our own nightmares while fully awake

Never letting sleeping cadavers lie
We wring out their sickening stories
Though lending a near and a voice
To the dead would make some wince

No detail is omitted
No matter how repulsive, vile or gory
We won't recant our morbid epithets
Flesh, not words, is what we mince

Decay by any other name
Would reek and fester just the same
We delight in beating a dead corpse
In its own malignant game

Slicing off another cutting remark
That could shear off protruding bones
Our barbs are quite malicious
And our verbal daggers sharply honed

Decay consecrated
Wallowing in our own pathological waste
Reality regurgitated
And smear right back in your fucking face

In the name of gore
We'll set right this bloody score
The grave can't hold us anymore
We'll kick in the mausoleum doors

Even sicker than before
We enjoy this gruesome chore
Revealing the ghastly horror
The face of death that you deplore

Rotting through the core
This slaughterous carnage you abhor
Is the vocation we adore
As we drain another oozing sore

Bringing revulsion to the fore
As the vomit stains on the floor
Forevermore, in the name of gore

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Woman In The Wall - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: Woman In The Wall
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
He was just a social drinker but social every night
He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four
She was just a silent thinker, silent every night
He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before

Well, he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober
And he didn't think the problem was his drink
But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over
And when the rotting flesh began to stink

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all

I hear her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from hoover bags
Especially for the woman in the wall

She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on
So he wore it everyday in every week
Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone
He pretended that he thought he heard her speak

At last it seemed that he was really winning
And he felt that he had some sort of grip
But all of his new life was sent a-spinning
When the rotting wall began to drip

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all

I hear her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from hoover bags
Especially for the woman in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the wall

Cry freedom for the woman in the wall
Cry freedom for she has no voice at all

I hear her cry all day, all night
I hear her voice from deep within the wall
Made a cross from knitting needles
Made a grave from Hoover bags

Especially for the woman in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the wall
In the wall, in the wall, in the wall

In the wall, in the wall

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Kilted Yaksmen Anthem - Lyrics - Ren & Stimpy

Title: Kilted Yaksmen Anthem
Artist: Ren & Stimpy
Composer(s): Bob Camp, John M Kricfalusi, Charlie E Brissette

Lyric:
Remember the royal anthem of the Kilted Yaksmen

Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses

And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts

And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
And our bones will bleach in the sun
That's it

And we will probably go to
And that is our great reward
For being the Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen
C'mon everybody

Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses

And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts

And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun

And we will probably go to
And that is our great reward
For being the Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen

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