WE ARE 138 ---------- We are 138, We are 138, We are 138 We are 138, We are 138, We are 138 We are 138, We are 138 In the eyes of tiger Do you think we're robot clean Does this face look almost mean Is it time to be an android not a man The pleasantries are gone We're stripped of all we were In the eyes of tiger We are 138, We are 138, We are 138 We are 138, We are 138, We are 138 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 WE BITE ------- 1, 2, 3, 4 We walk the streets, I'm out to get you We bite Just a feast of gore and blood We bite Carnivores live for pleasure We bite Strike out like a wolf's endeavor We bite And when I get your blood I rip your throat Your blood I rip your throat I want your blood, I rip your throat To drink some blood We bite, we bite, we bite, we bite And when I get your blood I rip your throat Your blood I rip your throat I want your blood, I rip your throat To drink some blood We bite, we bite And when I get your blood I rip your throat Your blood I rip your throat I want your blood, I rip your throat To drink some blood We bite, we bite, we bite, we bite WHERE EAGLES DARE ----------------- We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare They pick up every movement They pick up every loser With jaded eyes and features You think they really care I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, babe An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, babe Let's test your threshold of pain Let's see how long you last That's happened in your rape On bosoms of your past With jaded eyes and features You think they really care Let's go where eagles dare We'll go where eagles dare I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, hey WHO KILLED MARILYN? ------------------- 5:25 August fifth, 1962 Found her lying on her chest Her face all turning blue You think it was an overdose But could it have been the pact Could it have been the Kennedys Was it LAPD It ain't a mystery Baby not to me Funny, funny, funny mystery Baby not to me Rotted corpse, sex decay Breasts all full of slugs No answer for the accident Her cunt has all dried up, you see 5:25 August fifth, 1962 Make it seem a suicide Make it seem a suicide Make it seem a suicide Make it seem a suicide It ain't a mystery Baby not to me Funny, funny, funny mystery Baby not to me It ain't a mystery Baby not to me Funny, funny, funny mystery Baby not to me Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh WOLFS BLOOD ----------- You don't know what I've spoken to While I've been gone Know what I've gotta do and You won't kill me 'Cause of my head My blood feels wolfs blood Pumping in my veins When I feel like murdering a baby And I feel my heart extend And I feel my muscles break And I feel my gums extend And I know I'm not a man And I still don't have my head My blood, it's wolfs blood Pumping in my veins When I'm killing a five year old And I feel my heart extend And I feel my muscles break And I feel my gums extend And I know I'm not a man, oh You don't know what I've spoken to While I've been gone You don't know what I've gotta do and You won't kill me 'Cause of my head My blood, it's wolfs blood Pumping in my veins When I'm killing a five year old And I'm gonna take him up To my house on a hill I know why you're dead -----All songs written by Glenn Danzig -----Published by Evilive Music