SHE --- She walked out with empty arms Machine gun in her hand She is good and she is bad No one understands She walked in in silence Never spoke a word She's got a rich daddy She's her daddy's girl She loves naked sin He loves evil sex She has lost control They are growing old She will hide in silence Then her day will come She was virgin vixen She is on the run She is on the run She is on the run SKULLS ------ The corpses all hang headless and limp Bodies with no surprises And the blood drains down like devil's rain We'll bathe tonight I want your skulls I need your skulls I want your skulls I need your skulls Demon I am and face I peel To see your skin turned inside out, 'cause Gotta have you on my wall Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause I want your skulls I need your skulls I want your skulls I need your skulls Go Collect the heads of little girls and Put 'em on my wall Hack the heads off little girls and Put 'em on my wall Oh oh I want your skulls I need your skulls I want your skulls I need your skulls I want your skulls I need your skulls I want your skulls I need your skulls Whoa SOME KINDA HATE --------------- There's some kinda love And there's some kinda hate The maggots in the eye of love Won't copulate And it's a whoah oh oh oh oh And it's a whoah oh oh oh oh And it's a whoah oh oh oh oh I said whoah whaoh oh, oh oh oh Hear the cats cry Liitle tortured babies in pain Cracked necks by sttled limbs They don't hesitate And it's a whoah oh oh oh oh Baby whoah oh oh oh oh And it's a whoah oh oh oh oh I said whoah, whoah, oh There's some kinda love And there is some kinda hate I'm gonna tell you all about it now The maggots in the eye of love won't copulate And it's a whoah oh oh oh oh Baby whoah oh oh oh oh Baby whoah oh oh oh oh I said whoah whoah oh, whoah oh SPINAL REMAINS -------------- This isn't really death, this isn't really life This isn't really anything I think I like And I will not sit up, don't be playing Not for you or anyone I will not change my fucking hair We have no reasons but we still have fun Then I blow up and you whispered my name Wait until I rip your back to shreds I wave my blue suede shoes That's all that remains of your spine I want excitement Your spinal remains I want to stand here In your spinal remains In chains This isn't really death, this isn't really life This isn't really anything I think I like And I will not grin or piss on the flag Not for you or anyone I will not plug a fucking ass I wanna stand in Baby your spinal remains I won't save it Baby your spinal remains They're making me sick SPOOK CITY U.S.A. ----------------- Spook City U.S.A Spook City U.S.A See the ghosts as you drive past graveyards [lyric book is wrong] Spook City U.S.A. Deathly souls in American graveyards Spook City U.S.A. Here is where I'll die for sure [lyric book is wrong] I don't want no substitute Spook City U.S.A Spook City U.S.A See-through spectres cruise your hallway [lyric book is wrong] Spook City U.S.A. Poltergeists in the middle of the roadway Spook City U.S.A. Here is where I'll die for sure [lyric book is wrong] I don't want no substitute Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Haunted house on the highway roadside Spook City U.S.A. It extends an eerie invitation [lyric book is wrong] Spook City U.S.A. Here is where I'll die for sure I don't want no substitute Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. Spook City U.S.A. STATIC AGE ---------- Static, static, static We're on a video rage Static, static, static We're on a video rage We're all blue from projection tubes We're all blue from projection tubes This is the static age we live in Our eyes criss-cross, hold and gaze This is the static age we live in Breathe in Catch your radiation blue disease and turning, tossing This is a static age Our very static age This is a static age Static, static, static We're on a video rage Static, static, static We're on a video rage And we're all blue from projection tubes We're all blue from projection tubes -----All songs written by Glenn Danzig -----Published by Evilive Music