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Альбом Wednesday 13


Skeletons (2008)
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A world beyond your wildest screams,
Ghouls, and goblins, spooks, and creeps,
Welcome to creature feature number thirteen.
WOW

I know what your're thinking.
That I bury the livin.

Creeeping through the mortuary, bite your nails it's getting scray.
Creeping, crawling in the murk, digging through the dirt
GRAVEROBBER.
Average everyday cadaver.
Blood splatter what's the matter, corpse grinder body thief. Let me be your trick or treat.

A world beyond your wildest screams,
Ghouls, and goblins, spooks, and creeps,
Welcome to creature feature number thirteen.

WOW,
Scream baby scream

I, know that it sounds strange,
That I, wanna eat your brains.

Creeeping through the mortuary, bite your nails it's getting scray.
Creeping, crawling in the murk, digging through the dirt
GRAVEROBBER.
Average everyday cadaver.
Blood splatter what's the matter, corpse grinder body thief. Let me be your trick or treat.

A world beyond your wildest screams,
Ghouls, and goblins, spooks, and creeps,
Welcome to creature feature number thirteen.

WOW,
Scream baby scream

A world beyond your wildest screams,
Ghouls, and goblins, spooks, and creeps,
Welcome to creature feature number thirteen.

WOW,
Scream baby scream

. . .


The rules that you make are the rules that we break
And we slither through your system now just like snakes
Pat us on the back and tell us we're great
Then you grab us by the throat and feed us our fate

We've got a problem with your solution
Just hell-bent on our own confusion
You can't shake hands now with a fist
Cause that kind of friendship don't exist

Mom and dad look at me now
I know you're so damn proud
The baby you used to kiss
I can not resist these middle fingers on my fist

Hey this is not another teenage anthem

But it sounds like one,
For all the bored and the young
Who dare to be dumb

The look and they say it's so sad a shame
How anyone could eve turn out like this way
But in a world of liars and hypocrites
You're the reason that this monster exists

Quick to point the finger saying who's at fault
That rock and roll and movies operate our thoughts
They only reason we do what we do is
To shove it down the throats of pricks like you

And we don't need a reason
To give you all a fucking beating
And if you think you can make us
Go ahead and try and take us

We don't care

. . .


Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah

Open your eyes, sweet Mary Jane, and take a look around
You're miles away from anyone
And no one can hear a sound

Now you're knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door while
You're chained to a dirty floor
Your sunshine just got lowered into...
Into an early grave!

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

Yeah blood is red, sweet Mary Jane, and you know it's true
It's dripping from your body now and...
And it's filling up this room

And you scream, scream, scream but no one hears a thing
Cause you're locked away
Your sunshine just got lowered into...
Into an early grave!

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

Now I have a confession
A love affair with Smith and Wesson
Brutality is my obsession
And I can never get enough

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed...
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah...
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed...

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

Gimmie gimmie bloodshed
Gimmie gimmie hell yeah
Gimmie gimmie bloodshed, oh yeah

. . .


She's got a price on my head
and that price is D.E.A.D. dead
Anther story of a love gone bad
Now she wants me in a body bag

I gotto get out
Get out, get away
A countdown to the end of my days
And I know she ain't gonna stop
Till I'm in the ground and starting to rot

Hey now baby you're so strange
And you like it that way
How could something so beautiful turn out so fucking deranged

Now baby wants blood and she wants mine
Sending a shiver up my spine
Things just went from bad to worse
I guess it's all downhill now
From here to the hearse

She's got murder on her mind
And somehow I'm the first in line
Your tried your best to be the worst
And now I'm living with this curse

. . .


"Put your death mask on."

Where does it end, where does it begin
My misery is my only friend
From the hole in my head
Or the infection within
I re-live the crime scene time and time again

I am the monster that your never see
Masked by the shadows on your city streets
Roses are red, you're turning blue
Violence is golden let me prove it to you

I left a trail from Hollywood to Hell
Destroy the world while you sleep
And I won't fail

The body count remains unknown
Remove the flesh from the bone
Dismemberment is an art of its own
Just face the moon and put-your-death-mask-on

Out go the light and bump goes the night
And with your fear comes my delight
Homicidal thoughts for homicidal minds
I'll take you all out one at a time

I'm in your closet, underneath your bed
And when I'm not, I'm in you head
You've got the blood, you've got the face
I've got the urge and now I want a taste

I left a trail from Hollywood to Hell
Destroy the world while you sleep
And I won't fail

The body count remains unknown
Remove the flesh from the bone
Dismemberment is an art of its own
Just face the moon and put-your-death-mask-on

I left a trail from Hollywood to Hell
Destroy the world while you sleep
And I won't fail.

The body count remains unknown
Remove the flesh from the bone
Dismemberment is an art of its own
Just face the moon and put-your-death-mask-on

Put-your-death-mask-on!
Put-your-death-mask-on!
Put-your-death-mask-on!

. . .


They come and talk to me
When I am all alone
They always remind me of
All the things that I've done wrong
Its scary disturbing but somehow I'm not sorry
The only thing that's even real
Is the feelings that I don't feel

It's all the same, but they're so different
Bury the evidence, of my darkest secrets

I hear them, they're calling
The skeletons in my closet

It's taking parts of me, into the unknown
It's like a void inside of me
That goes on, and on, and on

Now I just can't pretend to forget
These voices in my head
And they just won't stop screaming

. . .


There's a crack in the frame
But the photo is the same
But I don't recognize the face
It looks a lot like me, or who I used to be
Now there's no one but myself to blame
Now the shadows are all around
Mine's nowhere to be found

Pull the wings of a fly
Watch it suffer and die
And ill never get out of this life alive
Drenched in blood with no alibi
And the crowd goes wild at my demise

Through this bottle I can see
My friends and enemies
As they turn their backs on me
But who's really to blame
Myself or just my name
But in the end, I can't win

. . .


Friendships can grow horns and a tail
It's a feeling that I know all to well

You're so perfect, honest, trustin' and nice yeah right
Well the best thing that ever happened to me was
When you walked out of my life

Knife in the back, thanks for the memories
With friends like these, who needs enemies

Knife in the back, thanks for the memories
With friends like these, who needs enemies yeah

Honesty was something you all lacked,
I'm running out of the room for all these knives in my back

Now you know that you had a free ride, time after time
And now you gotta fucking live with it, and I hope it eats you alive

Knife in the back, thanks for the memories
With friends like these, who needs enemies

Knife in the back, thanks for the memories
With friends like these, who needs enemies yeah

Take it from me, you'll never be like me
And you can believe what you want to believe
But the truth is you're all too blind to see

You're so perfect, honest, trustin' and nice yeah right
Well the best thing that ever happened to me was
When you walked out of my life

Knife in the back, thanks for the memories
With friends like these, who needs enemies

Knife in the back, thanks for the memories
With friends like these, who needs enemies yeah

And you called yourself a friend!

. . .


Bang my head against the wall
If it wasn't for the blood I wouldn't know it at all
Smile at the camera with broken teeth
Slit my wrists say cheese and watch it bleed

Well it's ghouls night out creeps on parade
Creatures of the night they serenade
Penny for your thoughts, penny for your eyes
I cross my fucking heart that I hope you die

And I've got an addiction
To ammunition, yeah, yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a twelve gauge sawen off
Will blow your fucking head off

No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat
Blood on my hands a rat in the trap
Laughing down the barrel of a gun that's at your head
Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you're dead

Everything will be all right
If I could just get out alive
Guess I could pray if all else fails
Even though its bullshit but I might as well

I'm running like a rat now through this maze
With a bottle of booze and a hand grenade
Screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs
Death's a mother fucker but it sure is fun

And I've got an addiction
To ammunition, yeah, yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a twelve gauge sawen off
Will blow your fucking head off

No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat
Blood on my hands a rat in the trap
Laughing down the barrel of a gun that's at your head
Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you're dead

Ladies and gentlemen as you can see
I have no tricks up my sleeve
And there is certainly no rabbit in the hat

And I've got an addiction
To ammunition, yeah, yeah
Well sticks and stones can break your bones
But a twelve gauge sawen off
Will blow your fucking head off

No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat
Blood on my hands a rat in the trap
Laughing down the barrel of a gun that's at your head
Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you're dead

No tricks up my sleeve, no rabbit in the hat
Blood on my hands a rat in the trap
Laughing down the barrel of a gun that's at your head
Pull the trigger, bang, bang now you're dead

You're all DEAD!
You're all DEAD!
Dead! Dead! Dead!

. . .


The bodies were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that the family would soon be there
Skull soup for grandpa
And an eye for the dog
The main course is up before too long

Place the bloody bucket on the ground
Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down
Let me tell you about our law
It's either sex or the saw yeah

All American massacre

Everyone knows there's no place like home
Like one that's filled with chain sawed fingers and bones
Who will survive, and what will be left of them
Just let God sort them out in the end

Run sally, run on through the night
Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down
Place her firmly on the hook
Bon appétit, send my regards tot the cook yeah

. . .


Trying to see through this death I breath
All these ghosts they are lost in front of me
Lost in a trance, never had the chance
Now were forces to walk the dead's dance

Everything is gray now
Ashes all across the floor
And I'm just hoping that I find the key to unlock this door

And you know I'm trying
To make my way through this art of dying
And I'm trying so hard to find ya,
In this dead Carolina

Shadows they fall off the walls in the halls
And it lays out a path for the dead to walk
Nothing to say, we're all lost in our ways
Now the dead and decayed march in this dark parade

D.E.A.D Carolina

. . .


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