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The Jungle Is My Home
02:21
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Sweep aside the rusted leaves,
the cobwebs and the dreams
Wade ashore through shallows of gore
where all is as bad as it seems
Through vines that hang like rottes guts
and unheard pleas in the air
The wind is thick with the breath of the sick
and the damaged beyond repair
All at once a choir will pounce
out of the mire and the squeal
with voices cracked and words that attack
all sense and reason
Damn your comfort - we're the strumpets,
the drunkards who burned down Rome
We're the hellspawn that bid you welcome
The jungle is our home
Damn your comfort - we're the strumpets,
the drunkards who burned down Rome
In this squalor, we'll make you holler
"The jungle is my home!"
Clawmarks on the sodden ground
Bulletholes in the sky
And with the rain comes a dead refrain,
one word in a slow whisper, "Why?"
All at once...
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Some have sired, some have sown,
some have seen all the world
Some have sought while others have known
Dug a hole - filled it with blood
Beasts were tamed, land was tilled,
towers would fondle the sky,
few would conquer while many would yield
Dug a hole - filled it with blood
And I have scorched this small patch of dirt
A testament to my dreams and my hurt
I ripped at my flesh and tore at the mud
Dug a hole - filled it with blood
Violence and wonderment,
loss and love and lies
Souls redeemed without consent
Dug a hole - filled it with blood
And I have scorched...
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3. |
Orgy of the Widows
03:23
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Teeth grinding round a cobblestone
I've seen God die scared and alone
and sparrows picking at a marrowbone
but my fingers still graspin' air
God's acres are flooded with cum
but that's gold where I come from
Empty dresses swing from allow ropes
White stains - dyin´ hopes
We piss a chorus for the cursed souls
He who lives is he who gropes
Mangy dogs cry through hazy fog
and it's everything... everywhere
Oh, those mocking clouds
We shall jizz right in their mouths
Align our feeble woes to coincide with the
orgy of the widows
Broken machines wrapped in sweating flesh
Squirm with pleasure, mix and mesh
A climaxing choir will confess,
*When we are base, we're at our best"
Corrosive joys in the firelight
Join hands, all! Flock here!
Oh, those mocking clouds...
And it's no solace to the wight
But those who survive will thrive as they might
It's the blood-orgy of the she-devils
otherwise known as the orgy of the widows
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If you could strum betrayal,
if bitterness could croon
they'd sing out weak and frail
this deathlike, tuneless tune
We are ruled by beauties and liars
We are hung from sodden sheets
Hear the voices of heaven's choir
Slaughtered sheep, they flail and bleat
Angels fling themselves from the spires,
perish in the hear
Hear the screams as all expire
Hear the world cry its defeat
Sounds like a million kittens on fire
darting down the street
The emptiness is humming
The pit spits forth its strings
And through this strychnine strumming
corroded cymbals ring
We are ruled...
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5. |
Lost Her to Wolves
04:03
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Jenny and David are dancing somewhere
My soul ‘neath their feet and stars in their hair
And me, I’m drinking bourbon and rain
reduced to a stranger on a train
Oh, I lost her to wolves
they tore her apart
And she loved every minute of it
I lost her to wolves
they tore her apart
And she loved it
A voice spoke straight from my heart
with the cruel timbre of God:
Said: “Your garland won’t be there under the clock”
Guess I wasn’t the biggest cock in the doghouse
Oh, I lost her to wolves...
They say that this is the coward’s way out
But they stole everything that I cared about
So do you really believe
That I give a shit about courage now
Oh, I lost her to wolves...
But oh, I’ll come back from Hell
I’ll come back from Hell for you (x2)
Now I wait in my grave
Farewell love, farewell liquor,
No longer your slave
One touch of Venus, a lifetime of pain
I will never be anything (x3)
But a stranger on a train
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6. |
I Won't Be Here
02:47
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When it seems you're everywhere
and nowhere at all
When you roam these Austin nights
and never call
When those vicious rumors come rollin'
round, round, round
I ain't gonna blow my stack
but I won't be here when you get back
When I hear how easy you spread,
how easy you sprawl
Well, my pulse may slow down to a crawl
When your haunted house of cards
comes tumbling' down, down, down
well, I won't have no heart attack
but I won't be here when you get back
When crooked mouths call the house
and wanna know where you are
and then ask me with a chuckle if I'm your pa
Well, I won't stoop to puttin' landmines
in your stompin' grounds
I won't start to drink or dress in black
but I won't be here when you get back
Oh, you ain't worth my sorrow or my tears
or another single one of my years
You ain't even worth this song
You're only worth the sound
of the front door slammin' with a crack
I won't be here when you get back
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The Missionaries
02:43
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Split your lips like the ground
and howl like a pack of hounds
Our fingers move like drowned men on a wave
So drunk we can barely see
but we know it's heavenly
to fill the void like memories in a grave
We're in a dark sea, breathing in the night
Our leathern skins are sinking
We've no more use for words
Our tongues have dissolved
we've come to see the end
Gliding on wings of glass
Riding on steeds of ash
and our crowns, they melt into the air
Our feet are shattered clay
and yet to our dying day
we'll feast in decadence
Divine and debonair
We're in a dark sea...
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8. |
Baby, I'm the Devil
02:44
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I’ve dusted off my finest evening gown,
Shoed my hooves anew that I might shake the ground
Murdered all your birds
and wrote you pretty words
World of fire - here I am
Baby, I’m the devil
Oh, I’ve waited for so long to embrace you all
Now, my pretties, Hell will rise and Heaven fall
Never there’ll be dawn
I fucked the very sun
And your sire? - here I stand
Baby, I’m the Devil (x3)
This is your demise - this is my prime
Your populace will dwindle as my manhood swells
The dead - they sprout new heads
and feast upon themselves
All shall lose their bets
Your virginity’s in shreds
And your sire- here I stand
Baby, I’m the devil
My juices flood the world like a brackish lake
My devils duck you under as your spirits break
Choke on my victory
for all eternity
World of fire - here I am
Baby, I’m the Devil (x3)
And I’ve come for my prize at the end of all time
Baby, I’m the Devil (x3)
This is your demise - this is my prime
Baby, I’m the Devil (x3)
And I’ve come for my prize at the end of all time
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9. |
Last Christmas Ever
02:32
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The red and holly signifies
that the time has come again
A season of familiar warmth
now that we have reached the end
There's song and laughter in the air
and a smile on every face
Anticipation in our guts
as we say our final grace
Well, this is the last Christmas ever
so let us scream and shout
The stockings are dismembered feet
with the flesh and bones scooped out
Yeah, this is the last Christmas ever
so raise your hands to the sky
Santa Claus rides a pale horse
and we're all gonna die
A corpse is swaying merrily
from a rope tied to a tree
and the burning monks make a festive hearth
for the entire family
With all the looting we have done
there'll be plenty of gifts for all
And the doomsday carollers scream out
and I'm blind with alcohol
Yeah, this is the last Christmas ever...
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Whores
04:26
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There is a time for forgiveness
but that will have to be after I'm gone
I've hated all of my days here
My nights, they've helped me along
The warmth I perceive all around me
is fire from corpses stacked high
Your idols disgust and confound me
You call the heroes
and I call them whores
I've tasted of loving embraces
But love is so easily bought
With hooks through my flesh in their races
they touched me with gravel and mud
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All the cats are in the courtyard,
stretching legs and shedding skin
And the brokentoothed maw of a corpse-grey thaw
says it's time to start your drinkin'
Hookhanded toddlers croak
through parched lips for vodka
And the acid slashed face of a tortuous day
turns the sky a wondrous bloodbath
Weathered hands grasp the clouds
A strength like hatred propels her on
Mama's gonna put on her big black hat and eat the sun
Mama's gonna put on her big black hat and eat the sun
Drunks and their dogs fall vomiting
side by side in torrents thick
and with bodies stripped bare rub the chunks in their hair
as their tongues all wag and lick
Then a rumbling laugh engulfs the earth
from our dark and dreary past
and it rattles each hearse, spurs the birds in their verse
they sing "The end has come at last"
Weathered hands...
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12. |
...And So It Ends
04:39
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Give me rum
to while away
these dreadful days
And I will sing
of you
to everyone
Give me peace of mind
and give me the time o' day
till the noxious shades that hold sway
over my thoughts dissipate
Till my reason, my rhyme
find their way back, I'm blind
grinding my knuckles 'gainst the reef
Sing my blood to the ocean tide
I know
'shouldn't fall asleep in the snow
but this canvas looks so inviting
and my dreams are beckoning
I know
nothing's like it used to be
but these gnarled arms and lit barns,
minarets, mink farms
all seem so familiar to me
Could have sworn I was here
in some loveless fantasy
So give me rum
to isolate
my thoughts from the same
And we'll cruise
through these blues
on all the streets of the sea
Give me peace of mind...
I know...
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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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