Discotheque of Darkness (lyrics)
Hick in the Mall
Rolling through the supermarket.
Super discount, special bargain.
Rolling trolley, popping lollies.
Pawn your soul, we’re going shopping.
Trade your pawn, the game is on.
Stuck inside the cheese too long.
Bunny ist ein wunderbaumer.
Hopes to find a love supplier.
You’re at the store, you never asked for more,
you’ve got to take the chance, we’re gonna close your door.
All in all you’re just another hick in the mall.
Mr Will B
Hey Mr Will B. call Mr Could B. Grey
Your mountain of paper’s growing day by day.
But tonight you feed on fright, those chicken heads must die.
I can’t believe my hungry eyes.
But I might.
Undraw your curtain, show us that hidden door.
With mines in your garden, the milk man will come no more.
And tonight you curse the light, but generate a glade.
Don’t understand your greedy mind.
But I might.
And tonight your head just might generate a soul,
so you can keep it in a bowl.
But I won’t.
Discotheque of Darkness
Can you feel the presence, of the Prince of Darkness?
Beelzebub is calling, calling for your flesh now.
Everybody’s waiting. Darkness is the essence.
Enter as a Christian; exit with the demons.
So come on! I’ll see you down at the
Discotheque of Darkness
Corny Crack Jimmy
You bring the bourbon, I bring balloons,
we need a banjo, I have a drum,
the pig is squeeling, we’ll eat him tonight,
you break the bottle, I pick the fight.
Terrible, terrible, terrible music,
I’m not so drunk that I listen to this shit,
kiss me Katies, kiss me Janes, the night is running through my veins.
The crackling sound of the Gatling gun;
today we’re hoping for survivors.
Though the battle’s just begun,
I see myself in my dying brother’s eyes.
Terrible, terrible, terrible headache,
I need some water, so bring me a beer.
Where was the party? Inside my mind?
Looking for answers, what did we find?
Boy, we had a good time.
The crackling sound of the Gatling gun;
today we’re hoping for survivors.
Though the battle’s just begun,
I see myself in my dying brother’s eyes.
Brothers
One day I was so stupid, one day I was so stupid,
so really really stupid, you can’ believe how stupid!
I wouldn’t put a bet on how stupid I can get,
my maiden name is Stupid: stupid, stupid, stupid.
Today when I discovered the matrix of all things,
geometry of poetry, and the missing lynx.
Stupid’s gonna be on the news today, yeah!
Now they gonna listen to what stupid’s gotta say!
I met my brother at the end of a mile,
hadn’t seen him for quite a while,
he told my stories ’bout his fishing gear,
I told him ’bout my deepest fear.
I met my brother at the end of the Nile,
we hadn’t met for quite a while,
I told him ’bout my old guitar,
he promised me a ride in his car.
Sir Dancealot
Grease me up from bottom to top, I’m gonna dance the night away.
Should have swallowed my pride, ’cause I’m sweating inside.
I’m poppin’ out of this heavy metal, gonna dance the knight away.
It’s getting late, and I’m losing weight.
Polka and Samba and Rumba and Jive,
Foxtrot and Tango, I’m feeling alive.
There is no limit to my flexibility,
twisting and turning tonight I’m the knight!
Theater of Shame
Welcome – to the Theater of Shame!
Vanish, in the everlasting flames.
I have a seen a tree from Tibet.
Chop it down and eat it like a pet.
There are children climbing in it,
Laughing, singing “We are people too!”
Wow, get up high, oh yeah, make a circle, sing along –
We are people too!
Concerning consumption of children and dogs,
it’s best not to make it a habit.
The leg of a beast tastes just like a frog
and weasel precisely as rabbit.
It’s only human!
The Soul in the Woodshed
There are footprints on the wall. There’s sugar in the salt.
Bread crumbs in my bed. Not alone anymore.
Who’s inside my walls? Closets seem like halls.
The scent of something else. That sound wasn’t here yesterday.
Keep it down with those finger bells. Trying to get some rest.
A door locked from the other side. A gust of wind, a breathing thing.
Someone crying, screaming, hello? what?
Who’s inside my walls? Closets seem like halls.
Center of this world. Sent here to be…
(You are the one that they used to call) Donkey Kong
I’ve got an itch in the fruit, I’m talking pain in the mango.
We’ve got a flying banana, let’s do the tangerine tango.
Hand in hand we’ll do the coconut calypso.
Pineapple boogie in the Big Apple pie.
One night it stayed out late, I have a hole underneath my bed.
Please excuse me, don’t confuse me, I can’t go on without you, and you….
…and you are the one that they used to call Donkey Kong.
Last night it had a dream, and it was clear then just when and how –
much undone, please don’t conceive me now!
Yes means Yes
Choosing freedom or the freedom to choose,
ain’t looking for an answer, but the answer is looking for you-
It’s looking for you.
Thank you for the coffin; too bad it was too small.
I guess they have to burn me to get rid of it all.
Thank you for the coffin; too bad it was too small.
I guess they have to burn me, ’cause I was right after all.
There’s a dagger in my heart, but I don’t care,
’cause I put it there, it’s been there from the start.
Thank you for the coffin; too bad it was too small.
I guess they have to burn me, and that’s the end of it all.
There’s a riot in the ghetto of my mind.
A Day in the Soup
It is fine by me. If that’s how you feel, that’s the way it should be.
You can cry, you can sing, you can hope for something to be.
I fell in the soup, who will rescue me?
Floating around with mushroom and fish – today I’m a part of the musical dish.
And as the soup gets cold, you know that you are growing old.
And when the giant’s done, it’s time to take your hat and run.
The sparrow has fallen, the plate has been cleaned,
in the eyes of a dead girl, the void can be seen – it’s fine by me.
Sleep now, rest your soul, the filthy rabbit has just left the hole.
Do you know you’re part of the dish?
If that’s the way it should be, waiter – bring me one more melody.
It’s your Grave (Can you dig it?)
Are you afraid of The Alliance?
What is the risk of non-compliance?
Will the forest feel the fire?
Can you hear me through the wire?
Can a question be an answer?
Pestilence – we are a good crowd,
we will make you happy,
we are a happy crowd,
Come and see the Pestilence!
It’s your grave – can you dig it? Can you dig it?
Pestilence – it was a good crowd,
and they made me happy.
Come and see the Pestilence!
Cross Country Skiing
Cross country skiing in the morning sun,
all pretty boys having fun, fun, fun.
I used to look inside the mirror,
now the mirror looks at him.
Cross country skiing in the morning sun,
all pretty boys having fun, fun, fun.
I careth not from where though cameth
bearing ski wax in thy hand,
sliding naked down the glacier,
it’s the laying of the land.
Cross country skiing in the morning sun,
all pretty boys having fun, fun, fun.
The Customer and the Manufacturer
The shame fills my heart like a fart fills an elevator.
I blamed it on art from the start, now it’s sooner than later.
First I do green, then I add grey,
I spit on twice and call it a day –
Mayday! It’s payday!
The aim is a part of the tart that is mystically flavoured,
Shine my funny little Ballantine.
I left all my troubles behind,
my lovely little funky rhymes.
First I did green, then I turned grey,
I ripped out my heart and used it as clay,
Mayday – yabbadabbadabbaday – Hey!
Flesh with a Wish
Underneath the city is a basement.
Underneath the stairway is a key.
Crawl through the pipelines in the sewer.
Maybe at the end you’ll see the sea.
Rotting lovely, let the flowers feast upon your
Flesh, guided by a wish.
To be guided, by something else;
One day we’ll have maggots with brains,
ringing their little bells.
Rotting lovely, let the flowers feast upon you
Flesh guided by a wish.
Slowly, slowly, they say that you slow me down.
Slowly, slowly, roots coming up from the ground.
They’re gonna call out your name.
We’re gonna call out your name.
Call out your name one last time.
Rotting lovely, let the flowers feast upon you flesh…
Rotting lovely, let the flowers feast upon you
Flesh guided by a wish.
Call out your name, we’re gonna call out your name
One last time.