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Welcome To The Doghouse
03:46
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Feast your heavy lidded eyes
on this buffét of pecks and thighs,
oiled buns and powdered whigs
So hot, they’ll melt any golden crucifix
Erect and firm
Ready and willing
They stand alert, well-versed in wallowing in dirt
And they will fill
all that needs filling
Ladies, we welcome you to dine at The Doghouse
Anything that you desire
Plunge headfirst into this Godless mire
Cast all decency away
And join in this salacious cabaret
Erect and firm...
Oh, fork over the fee
for carnal love and lubricity
You’ll never want to leave
Though you may just want to heave
You’ve never been satisfied like this
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2. |
Rusty Trombone
02:42
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Well, he’ll come doe eyed, whimpering, on his knees
Screaming for mercy, begging for sweet release
Oh, but he’s yours, he’s yours for the hour
He’s yours to degrade and devour
Strip him down, rip his hide
Strap it on and rip him up inside
Sign your name in his flesh with a knife
Beat him to within an inch of his life
Full service every time
Our patented depravity so vile, sublime
You’re exhausted, dizzy and prone
when you’re playing that rusty trombone
Take your pick, worn out or young
choose to lick, to probe, fist or tongue
Every square inch to do with as you will
Every gallon of blood- yours to spill
Strip him down...
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3. |
The Balcony
02:57
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In here you can be anything
Worth or unworthy of imagining
An empress more tempestuous than any king
A bawd stripped to nothing
We’ve potions both wild and serene
Shadows, smoke will set the scene
With heads to sever and lambs to wean
Our promiscuous virgin queen
All clad in furs and lace
All showered with champagne and grace
With ruby lips and golden hair
As if culled from a dream or nightmare
Throbbing scepter in one hand
she strides to survey her land
and tall and awful stands for all to see
on The Balcony
We’ll draw a bath for you of gin and milk
and we will bandage you in skin and silk
On your head we place a crown of glass
in this godforsaken palace
Anoint your sons with blood and vaseline
Send the unworthy to the guillotine
Even her mercy is the most obscene
Our promiscuous virgin queen
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4. |
Naked And Afraid
02:37
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Sweet mescaline
Dewdrops to fuel this machine
Naked and afraid
Disgraced but at least I’m gettin’ paid
Satin black to hide my vision
Gorging on this vile nutrition
Sloppy holes defy precision
Masturbate
and grope and grind in blissful dark
her skin that brings to mind a shark’s
We’re drowning, making love with bitter
hate - hate - hate
Ether and beer
Help me find some beauty in her leer
Rum, don’t fail me now
Help me mount this putrid sow somehow
Satin black...
Lysergic bliss
Dull the gruesome affront of her kiss
Naked and afraid,
Prepaid, otherwise she won’t get laid
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5. |
Tales Of Kuchsmann
03:10
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Well, I gather that you are a lady of taste
for love that is rabid and rampantly paced
So grease up your saddle, I’ll bring out the stud
His name is Hudson Kuchsmann - he’ll answer to Hud
Once he brought a comtessa
to the uppermost peaks of delight
Her rapturous screams
shattered the glass ‘ere she died
You may not make it through the night
Hud, he was born to a life of carnal sin
The doctor first thought him a siamese twin
His mother, the poor thing, survived not his birth
On her face was a smile of orgasmic mirth
Once he satisfied twelve maids at once
None of them homely or plain
Seven of them went insane
from the pleasure and pain
Five of them never walked again
Well, I gather that you are a lady of taste...
Once he caused a disaster
just by walking through a park in the nude
Every woman lost her mind,
every man was turned into a fruit
and all the children grew up lewd
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6. |
The Madame
03:17
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With rustling keys caressed by rusty nails
Her dress: A Dior of bleached skin and entrails
For her hunger we burn, burn at the stake
Impossible to sate
Yes, our lady of torture and insult
she cages us with debt and opium and pain
and when we’re all used up,
can’t even raise a cup (/lie on top),
she will wring every last drop of blood
out of us
Black collars round our necks, like jewellery
Her love: A stranglehold. A stranger to sympathy,
her mocking laughter peals just like a bell
from a monastery in Hell
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7. |
Oceans Of Gold
02:16
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The world’s all a blur
All drenched in drink and a smoky odour
Belch out this chanson
‘till I can’t tell my mom from a sketch by Redon
Blood begone!
I want only wine in my veins
by the end of this song
Oceans of gold
When you think you are done
you must drink up tenfold
Should you hit the ground,
we’ll cut out your bladder and pass it around
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8. |
Room Service
02:42
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One day we’ll flee
this chrysalis of iniquity
but until that day
we must fall in line and obey
A sigh under fake moonlight
We cower and growl with hunger (/anger)
A sigh under fake moonlight
We cower, cower
In our dresses of clingfilm
they put us on a strict diet of mushrooms
We’re under only the sternest
instruction not to leave these rooms
A sigh under fake moonlight...
Whipped and scorned, we bow and scrape
Placate their wrath, lubricate their rape
The minions of a sick cabal
We must slave or they’ll swallow us all
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9. |
Für Helene
03:35
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Shooting up on the edge of my bed
and I’ll keep going til the inside of my head
feels like Vienna on a new year’s eve
and I’ve washed away all this regret
Could I unlive these past few unliveable years,
could I erase the Nanas I’ve been
and the lucky Pierres,
I was passed around by filthy hands
not unlike currency,
traded ass for cigarettes, whored my way to luxury
Her face turned into a tapestry of rain
I reached out to touch her and the ripples spelled
out her name
Should have never turned my back on you
Now I need opiates and lube just to see me through
I’m tortured and toyed with night and day
Guess it’s my punishment for treating you that way
They dress me in colored rags just like a doll
They forcefeed me used tampons
drenched with alcohol
They violate me with rubber contraptions
just to laugh at my reactions
Her face turned into a tapestry of rain...
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10. |
Tentacles
02:57
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Sink into death
Sink into wine, my love
This seamstress weaves her web
to catch the sweetest dove
My doe, the path you walk
is ill-lit and slender
and though the virgin lives in your heart,
be sure I have claws to rend her
I mock you in your sleep
I am that painful tread of your every waking moment
Eat of my flesh, drink of my scalding crimson
And all the fetid deeds you swore never to perform?
Well, you’re in The Doghouse now,
all those vile deeds will be the norm
Drink deep, my friend
Drink down this liquid dust
Feel the teeth of my grinning mouth
in your gut at every thrust
I’ll cake your face with paint
Tint your lips and your sex red
I’ll teach you to smile through the sobs
with your hand out and with your legs spread
I mock you on your sleep...
Sink into sleep
but never find rest
Just keep breathing deeply through
every vile caress of your breast
My doe, the path you walk
is ill-lit and slender...
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11. |
Room Of A Thousand Tears
03:41
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There’s a black painted, oaken door
at the end of the corridor
Three corroded locks adorn it
and only madam has the keys
And though madame is a proud mistress
she prides herself most on her permissiveness
So foolhardy though it be,
if you wish to peek feel free
Into the room
of a thousand tears, my sweet,
where the ceiling drips with red
and the moaning of the dead
seems to pierce you from within
Yeah, in the room
of a thousand tears, my dear,
should you still feel like romance
you will see their rotting hands
digging right into your skin
Slough your boots off and step inside
Feel the plush carpet come alive
Listen to the rattling of our bones
rolling to and fro
And oh, madame is a foul mistress,
a slavedriving, blackhearted murderess,
but even so she won’t deny
an old whore a warm place to die
In the room...
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12. |
Blue Rose
03:41
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A Pollock of dried white and clotted red
A mosaic of broken dom perignon
Factor lipstip graffiti says
that “youth is wasted on the young”
And the peruvian is dotted with
the butts of a hundred menthol cigarettes,
scattered like soldiers in a Fuller flick,
among the gitanes and freixenets
Wilted dreams whirr by
Soap down the fallin souls every night
Lingering smoke in a velvet sky
A blue rose
Muddled like thoughts
in the brain of a drunk ingenue
flirtateous mementos in verse float by
on a current of stale rosé
to this blue rose lullaby
Down the gutter with the jizz and the jazz
run your oily Columbine tears
serenaded by Carmens and Camilles,
by Macbeths and King Lears
Wilted dreams whirr by...
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Strangers On A Train Copenhagen, Denmark
Cabaret, sea shantys, polka, vaudeville and echoes of tango all meet up when Strangers On A Train take the stage. It is
music that unfolds after dark and will take you on a ride through the dark side of life with songs about lust, temptation, fornication, covert beauty and drunken suffering.
We promise you loads of harmonica, music for your dancing shoes and stories from the unknown taverns.
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