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Only got this song and dance to the scare the pants right off of you!
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Wolfman on the Moon
02:53
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I'm gonna go wild! wild! wild!
Like a wolfman on the moon
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Burn rock bottom til their ashes melt
Break those embers til they shed their cells
Spirits rid of their profane selves
Free from grotesque want
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Digging up the Stiffs
02:28
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You got needs, we got cold meet
On the double with a shovel, just the living give us trouble
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Scream Queen
02:43
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You're no Janet Leigh in the shower
You're no Jamie Lee in Halloween
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Horrified
02:48
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I got caught in the disorder, it always finds me
An ugly tide of water washed it in from off the street
Ancient murders on the hilltop, the victims raining from the yard
Of the Whitby St. Mary's, and Stoker aint even involved
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Witch Call
03:47
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Swear on my voodoo doll
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Did you call my name?
No, you're just having fun
Did you know these woods
Aren't for everyone
I'm out here alone
With an axe to grind
And I can't keep killing
Off my mind
And I can't forget
My tortured past
And I can't see straight
With this stupid mask
Here I come
And you turn to run.
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Under the thick pine summer sky canopy
The tangled paths of tragedy
Lead you here - right back to me
My crimsoned silver art
My subject of lost innocence
Lost hope, lost time, lost common sense
Unearthing this unearthly bend
In the line of spiteful hearts
It goes shatter splatter splatter
It goes shatter splatter splatter
Shatter splatter splatter - my song played in the dark
A desperation lullaby to smother the unsatisfied desires
That won't be denied or calmed
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Jump My Bones
01:25
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Got a feeling that I'm headed for the psycho ward
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Strange Basements
02:16
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I'm not an insect or an animal, disease, a virus or bacteria
You wouldn't know it to look at me
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Zombie Wrecked the Party
02:11
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This night's doomed to a dismal end
No one knows who let him in
Caught him trying to bite the head of your girlfriend
That's when the zombie wrecked the party again
Let the dogs run loose outside, sneezed over the food
Called the cops on all of us, told everybody in the neighborhood
His jokes were offensive and his breath was worse
Everybody was desperate to leave first
But that undead jerk blocked us in with his hearse
That's when the zombie wrecked the party again
Smoked all of your cigarettes, drank all of my booze
Dropped the good drugs in the bowl
Flushed 'em out into the city sewer
Puked on the carpet and broke the fan
Before he lost his right eye and left hand
Kept changing the music back to Steely Dan
That's how the zombie wrecked the party again
(Then he played a solo...)
This night's doomed to a dismal end
Still don't know who let him in
But now he's sucking out the brains of your girlfriend
That's how the zombie wrecked the party again
And the zombie wrecked the party again
And the zombie wrecked the party again
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THE BRICKBATS
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Started in 1995 in NYF'nC. Went until 2000. Had a show and a comp in 2013. Reformed in 2015 and for some stupid reason haven't stopped since. Sorry!
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