White Zombie lyrics
Album: Psycho-Head Blowout 
fast, fast jungle king of the road fast, fast jungle got a suicide machine big bad jungle flying down high down the sewer streets sailing down the river streets destination light neon number forty-two grind and move my way found and kick my way down and save my way hanging on psychic ride sliding down Fridays child get out now before you cripple shell crowds a carbon long while a twisted root digs the cities hold careless saint preach of love modern trash scream for war citycide going nowhere citycide nowhere which ung end in a dragstrip crash leather man singing for the past painted eyes got a face to remember king of control dead September do what I say not what I do leave it to the true beasts the mindless, motherless dog bitch spread her life on the fucking floor rip her legs in the shattered glass retaliation murders retaliation murders now the rot control the tooth and the dirt in the world say freak father to brother, sister to mother taste the failure from one another sometimes all that glitters gold when its howling in the widows grave where a broken skull speak like a god and the head-stone reads --buddy holly-- join the resurrection rave on in my direction rave on got to rave on rave on rave on rave on
born with hesitation onto floating stone what better than a river view - a slum by any other name scum - scum perfect and friendly to a given point - point to stretch your skin thin thinner than heaven air heaven air - twisted become ultimate - 2 face shine on. Vocal become violent virgin shine on - yea time for damaged lives. It lives again. But the worst is yet to come topless crawling. Helter-Skelter hidden among fashionable white picket hammerheads relentless, interrogating, scum sucking suck. Suck true they were a handsome piece but a piece for a poor excuse for a sinking sailor by sinking sinking ragtag turn sinner. Decoy shine on. Freak out. Feast I'm alive shine on sing for a holy gun - some say heavenly. Land of hypnotic eye. Endless love. Helter-Skelter when you get down falling down under homegrown $ money the need is vanished now now! Hey kind of incredible! Time to crawl over love and rotting stones like a steamrolling. High rolling. Shit kicking ego machine. Mad Dog. Alternative. Sleep. Everywhere rattle snake in a big sleep (yea) hits so good - I can remember taste so bad. I can't forget - can't remember can't forget - But I can not - like a road machine – machine
kicking in the Christ Kiss crude as it is talk is cheap like a local jezebel got her face wounds Vigilante style highwayman lick a shallow grave play harmonica harmonica, harmonica speaking horseflesh singing horse - flesh find young blood Now is now! this is the end hey my friend to take what you have given your garden your Eden now my eyes burn dry with the usual who's who is this thing called life? fascination slug pile never band some fat ass pregnant bitch dancing her pinhole jelly veins to some jungle bell daddy sleaze looking for a stinking piece like it RAW AND SOFT like it RAW AND SOFT a substitute oyster house all you can stomach but who can eat at a time like...five fingered apostle lose a slipping gun spin and turn a tombstone blue feeling like a Jesus clone in a solid whorehouse we all play the game cause time is money, money wastes my time my time is dirt, dirt is my carnival Now is now! psyched-out and mean mutilation peace machine pussycat in trash make a real love machine sitting like a ziegfield crow classic textbook case basket-head sidewalk time has come again
Hey, Miss Magdalene girl sympathy mind hey, Miss Magdalene girl power. Power off, yeah grant a flesh show meek inherit nothing but death song queen sex go-go moving like a bad dream promised so long ago blessed art thou among women is this easy come is this easy go mingled with fear you get what you wish, wish, wish, wish, wish Gabriel get out this is my Nazareth wicked joy trembling town wicked joy be a raging machine chosen worthy to explode a king a king, king, king, king, king, king, king, king drilling down deep inside heartache tests the pain girls on the bar swing around danger does the same Magdalene, Magdalene, Magdalene, Magdalene peace grants suspicious crashing like some animals southern terror claws scream "How can this be?" Mary, Mary sex machine Mary. Mary raging on beat, beat, beat girl this is what you need this is what you need now, now, now
"He can't get away with by the time, |
he gets in front of the jury he'll be a good boy;" said man one.
At a little before 5'oclock he when through the basement.
"Yes or no!" demanded man two bantering humor dry in his throat.
"Is there more than what she gave you?"
questioned man three as a growing flicker.
Waved across his eyes. "No!"
The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate
this happens to now everyone in the room.
You feel traces a dying sound listen to the time of your life.
Standstill panic stricken.
Ringing the bells of a empty houses someone answers and calls you,
transfixed by committed you say "I ain't no guillotine"
The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice
"what he wants is in the house" the words hung there for a moment.
Bending forward she plucked she plucked the ashes from his cigarette
and said something nobody could understand.
Nobody could understand, nobody could understand.
One moment of irritation you call back "why me?"
the vantage point above the street
can be exhilarating falling back to a perspective odyssey.
A track of thunder. Tower lust of decomposed intensity.
I am I am I am I am....
get your head down bite the dust interiors rolling on another brotherhood of the gun clean up this town back to the wall Pecos, Texas flanked by the law got a rocket skull mantle piece boy, kiss the holy ground but will success spoil rock hunter? in an ornamental maggot cave let her go let her go let her go. Now Pat Garrett fired that proverbial shot in the dark, but it was not aimed a Billy the Kid, it was not aimed at St. John it was meant for the secret concealed in a poker-face rustler (yea) poker-face. glass eyes blood a sucker's need "it's public health", groans Mr. Seed not a lunchtime Rat in my car crunching that Atlas wheel yea, expensive like my wife expensive like my boring life some straight ass bitch cries "hey!" "this is what you need" but an omni fool sings a dog song but it only takes an instant sandpaper tongues scratching creation creation, creation minutes before his execution he was proclaimed a hero, minutes before he was another dancing corpse sporting some homemade fine tattoos yea! Homemade in a Memphis