the album
2. CHRISTIAN WOMAN
3. BLACK NO. 1 (Little Miss Scare All)
4. FAY WRAY COME OUT AND PLAY
5. KILL ALL THE WHITE PEOPLE
6. SUMMER BREEZE
7. SET ME ON FIRE
9. WE HATE EVERYONE
10. BLOODY KISSES
11. 3.0.i.f.
12. TOO LATE (FROZEN)
13. BLOOD & FIRE
A cross upon her bedroom wall
From Grace she will fall
An image burning in her mind
And between her thighs
A dying God-man full of pain
When will you cum again?
Before him beg to serve or please
On your back or knees
There's no forgiveness for her sins
Prefers punishment?
Would you suffer eternally
Or internally?
For her lust
She'll burn in hell
Her soul done medium well
All through mass manual stimulation
Salvation
Body of Christ
She needs
The body of Christ
She'd like to know God
Oh love God
Feel her God
Inside her - deep inside her
Jesus Christ looks like me
She's got a date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh baby, Lilly Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
And cast that spell on me
Boo Bitch Craft
Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing
You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing
Dye 'em black
Black No. 1
Little Wolf skin boots
And clove cigarettes
An erotic funeral
For which she's dressed
her perfume smells like
Burning leaves
Everyday is Halloween
Loving you was like loving the dead
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowin' through the jasimine in my mind
See the paper layin' on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walk up on to the doorstep
Through the screen and across the floor
Sweet days of summer - the jasimine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
When I come home from a hard days work
And you're waiting there
not a care in this world
See the smile awaitin' in the kitchen
Food cookin' and there's plates for two
Feel your arms reaching out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through
We don't care what you think
Branded sexist
Labeled racist
Want it clearer?
Check the mirror
We don't care what you think
Lies and slander in vain try to shame us
Riots, protest, violence just make us famous
TV interviews, free publicity
Increase record sales dramatically
The left they say I'm a facist
The right calling me communist
Hate hate hate hatred for all - one and all
No matter what you believe
Don't believe in you - and it's true
Some would say that we're biased
Accusations that we are racist
Well, shit comes in all hues
Now this means you
Cause things ain't always like they seem
Like they seem
We hate everyone
A pair of sould become undone
Where were two now one
Divided by this wall of death
I soon will join you yet
With my blood I'll find your love
You found the strength to end your life
As you do so shall I
Oh no
Please don't go
It's like a death in the family
A crimson pool so warm & deep
Lulls me to an endless sleep
Your hand in mine - I will be brave
Take me from this earth
An endless night - this, the end of life
From the dark I feel your lips
And I taste your bloody kiss
Oh no
Please don't go
It's like a death in the family
Don't die on me
Don't die on me
Don't die on me
Don't die on me
Was everything we had a joke?
I've run out of patience, tears and hope
Love does not conquer all
And I'm screaming because of you
Too late for appologies
In the shadows of the light from a black sun
Frigid statue standing icy blue and numb
Where are the frost giants I've begged for protection?
I'm freezing
Cold winter winds that chill my heart with sleet and snow
Not from the North come to this glacial abode
But from your dimension cryogenic limbo
I'm freezing
I'm frozen
It's too late
No more nights
Of blood and fire
All these special memories
Now I bleed for you - burn for me
Perhaps I was just dreaming
When I think these things have real meaning
You don't know what I've been through
Just want to put my love in you
Love eternal
Lust infernal
Bleeding, burning
Needing, yearning
I see your face in every flame
With no answers I have only myself to blame
Of all the women I have known - they're not you
I'd rather be alone
No more nights
Of blood and fire
CRUDE - RUDE - STEWED - LEWD
SAL - JOSH - KENNY - PETER
THIS ENTIRE OPUS IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO
ALL THOSE WHO HAVE LOVED UNCONDITIONALLY
ONLY TO HAVE THEIR HEARTS UNAESTHETICALLY
RIPPED OUT: BASE NOT YOUR JOY UPON THE DEEDS
OF OTHERS, FOR WHAT IS GIVEN CAN BE TAKEN AWAY
NO HOPE=NO FEAR. - PETER
DON'T MISTAKE LACK OF TALENT FOR GENIUS
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