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We Belong Dead
02:20
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In life after death I seem more monster than man
Made from unknown body parts I don't know who the hell I am
Try to find a new start in the light of day
Don't recognize my face is it as bad as they say?
We belong dead
Don't know why I'm here this feels like a bad dream
Pitchfork in my eye and yet they're the ones who screamed
Why can't they see there's more to me within?
Just wanted a friend won't get my hopes up again
We belong dead
Now the night has turned black and white
And a familiar light brings my bride her new life
And her heart starts to beat but it bleeds not for me
And when our eyes meet I think of all that we could be
Once again I've read these signs all so very wrong
And in the end I know that at the end we belong
We belong dead
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You say that no one understands you
Dress in black and do the creepy things you do
Well follow me if you love Halloween
And I'll take you someplace new
It's called the
Jack-o'-lantern Social Club
Rip the top off its skull
Scoop pulp from the cranial bowl
Add some spooky eyes
You've won first prize
Now you've finally found where you belong
Here at the
Jack-o'-lantern Social Club
Carve, Carve, Carve
Snow now falls all around
Not a pumpkin left to be found
We carved them all
See you next Fall
When they rise up from the ground
In time for
Jack-o'-lantern Social Club
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Double feature when the sun goes down
In our quiet and sleepy town
First teen down on the ground
Let's go! Start the head count
One more dead and gone
Three more before the second dawn
We're at the drive-in tonight cause
Friday night's alright for fright'nin'
Now six is running for his life
Killer ready to brutalize
He tried like hell to survive
But he was never gonna make it out alive
Not even the one he wants
Just tertiary taunts
Blood and guts are so excitin'
Friday night's alright for fright'nin'
Seven didn't know that you never say 'hello?'
But it's hard to tell her now with a knife in her back
Eight's down in the basement alone
Baby, hold my hand for the jump scare heart attack
Is he's dead? Take the mask off his head
On the edge of our seats for the final reveal
Nine, ten think again
They won't be back in the sequel
Woah-oh, woah-oh
We're like moths to a flame
Woah-oh, woah-oh
The bloody rises to fame
Woah-oh, oh no
Scream for me one more time
When the darkness descends the horrors illuminate the night
Friday night's alright for fright'nin'
Here comes our final girl and
She's ready to kick some ass
We're sitting in the back seat, baby
Tonight, we're gonna fog up all the
Glass, it shatters in the hallway
Bloody and exhausted she starts clawin' eyes
She's still got a fight inside and won't give up this Friday night
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4. |
Do Not (not) Resuscitate
03:20
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Dry those tears from your eyes
And bring me back to life
Incision here, a suture there
High voltage shock, a gasp of air
Toss and turn another night
Escape the dark run toward your light
And with the stench of dawn now on the rise
I hide in shadows
Sweet dreams are not made of this
Still the dream remains the same
Memories burned in my mind distort
Like broken glass in empty frames
No remorse for the things I've said or done
Call it a "just in case"
And if I die before I wake
Do not not resuscitate
You've brought me back a dozen times
So what's a baker's more?
Losing pieces of myself, but I'm just fine
No worse off than before
Call out your name through dead of night
Just say that everything's alright
And when you're here right by my side
I go where you won't follow
Sweet dreams are not made of this
Still the dream remains the same
Memories burned in my mind distort
Like broken glass in empty frames
No remorse for the things I've said or done
Call it a "just in case"
And if I die before I wake
Do not not resuscitate
Afraid to die but scared to live
Another fuck I just don't give
Out unlocked windows and through unchained doors
My scars will haunt your...
Sweet dreams are not made of this
Still the dream remains the same
Memories burned in my mind distort
Like broken glass in empty frames
No remorse for the things I've said or done
Call it a "just in case"
And if I die before I wake
Do not not resuscitate
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I don't forgive (and I won’t forget)
All the times you left me bleeding
And I can't keep calm (or fuckin' carry on)
Til the day your heart stops beating
Underneath the pale moonlight
Your effigy burns bright as the fire inside
Your eulogy: unflattering
And your epitaph, it reads...
The best revenge is livin' well
Well, I don't mind diggin' your grave
The best revenge is living hell
Fairy tales aren't good enough for you
And the things you do
And all the shit you put me through
And I need the exercise
So close your eyes and say goodnight
I tried to live, laugh, love (I didn't try that hard)
Your screams are all I’m dreamin’ of
Livin' six feet down (Well, it was close enough)
Get a look at who's laughing now
Underneath the pale moonlight
Your effigy burns bright as the fire inside
Your eulogy: it was the worst
Still more than you deserved
The best revenge is livin' well
Well, I don't mind diggin' your grave
The best revenge is living hell
Fairy tales aren't good enough for you
And the things you do
And all the shit you put me through
And I need the exercise
So close your eyes and say goodnight
The best revenge is livin' well
Well, I don't mind diggin' your grave
The best revenge is living hell
Fairy tales aren't good enough for you
And the things you do
And all the shit you put me through
And I need the exercise
So close your eyes and say goodnight
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Horrorpunk cover of the song Down, Down To Goblin Town, from the 1977 American animated musical television special The Hobbit, created by Rankin/Bass. The film is an adaptation of the 1937 book of the same name by J. R. R. Tolkien.
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