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Devil's Meat
03:27
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Your skin is as cold as dirt
Deep cuts that do not hurt
So quiet, not a single sound
Darkness falls all around
The Devil whispers in my ear
I gotta deal that you gotta hear
In exchange for a soul to sell
Dirty thought, straight from hell
I'm havin' the Devil's baby
I like the way he fucks me
Red arms so big and strong
The horny Devil does it all night long
The Devil licks at my heels
I'm excited to be his last meal
Dead eyes and dirty lies
Fiery breath scratchin' at my thighs
Promise pleasure, promise pain
My death is not in vain
I wanna feel you deep inside
Six feet under, buried alive
I'm havin' the Devil's baby
I like the way he tempts me
Red arms so big and strong
The horny Devil does it all night long
I know I don't belong here
I will accept the Devil's offer
I bow down at your feet
Excited for the Devil's meat
Six feet under, six feet deep
Pierce my flesh with his sharp teeth
I bleed, I don't cry
I am buried alive
I'm havin' the Devil's baby
I like the way he tempts me
Red arms so big and strong
The horny Devil does it all night long
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2. |
The Taste
02:26
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Damn you're looking good tonight
Good enough to eat
I'll make a meal of you
Don't cha, don't cha want me to
I love the way you feel inside of me
Your flesh is right where it's supposed to be
I wanna lick your fucking face
I love the way that your flesh tastes
I'll make a meal of you
Don't cha, don't cha want me to?
I love the way you feel inside of me
Your flesh is right where it's supposed to be
It was love at first bite
It was lust at first bite
I'll make a meal of you
Don't cha, don't cha want me to?
I love the way you feel inside of me
Your flesh is right where it's supposed to be
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3. |
Jack The Ripper
02:26
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Jack the Ripper, he tore my heart out
Jack the Ripper, he left me in the dark
There's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to hide...
Blood streams down the street
Her heart races as she falls to his feet
One last look in his evil eyes
He loves to watch the girls die...
In the burrows of East London
There's nowhere to run, for anyone
His knife is sharp, his eyes are bright
He'll get ya in the dark, creeping through the night...
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4. |
Do You Wanna?
00:51
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5. |
Pussy Wrangler
01:50
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Welcome to the cathouse from hell
I can get you a girl, man - from any realm
You want a ghoul who works well on her back?
Something sick, like a heart attack?
You're gonna love it here at the...
Cathouse from hell
Welcome to the cathouse from hell
You'll never leave and you'll never kiss 'n tell
You're gonna love it here at the...
Cathouse from hell
You wanna see what's on the menu tonight?
Sexy ghouls with a side of fright
You're gonna love it here at the...
Cathouse from hell
Welcome to the cathouse from hell
You'll never leave and you'll never kiss 'n tell
You're gonna love it here at the...
Cathouse from hell
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The Bone Snatchers Portland, Oregon
Materializing from the detritus lurking in the dark and mildewed corners of Portland's seedy underbelly, The Bone Snatchers came forth to give sonic expression to the things that go bump in the night. Rooted in rock, they add a heavy dose of old-school punk attitude and a dash of classic country twang to create a sound that is instantly familiar, yet uniquely their own. ... more
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