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White Zombie lyrics

Album: Soul Crusher [1987]

 01  Ratmouth
 02  Shack Of Hate
 03  Drowning The Collosus
 04  Crow III
 05  Die, Zombie, Die
 06  Skin
 07  Truck On Fire
 08  Future Shock
 09  Scum-Kill
 10  Diamond Ass
all White Zombie lyrics

A knuckle duster is the most deadly in the ponderous pace
of floating justice single-handed dynamo.
ake it now, say the way we want and not for you
to point the finger combustible in a word fuck'n.
Say the word and you'll be free.
Contunue your journey Superman say I am we can put you down
not a wizard-boy question just a demonstration of definition.
Silver city crusading to the top of a fug'n bone
break most vile experiment ready to eat your ass.
Clockface. Bigtime. We are. Somekind. Say it. Li ke always.
Sound + silence promote the zero.
A steel hammer game from me to you, but I don't mind the matter.
Ratmouth don't know what you need just know what you want.
"Walking dead" crawling bloodthirsty Hollywood demon flower
grow in the Valley of Love like a freak highway accident.
Last ride rolling down say hi-density.
Glory stomp gonna make the girl in the room +
in the house turn and see that I ain't there...back to top
Shack Of Hate
Ze wheels o' fire. A doubleman defier. A motor and I. Regenerate I am. Your
final pompeii. O 'etched in acid. Like a shack of hate. Love in the gut a
downbeat ceasar. Mother's holly roller. The invasion-man. She a real. A
real fuck invention. Like mississippi sway'n. Persasion. Atomic. Eat it.
Atomic. Eat it. What is a man if not a he's a rebel rouser. Yea mechanized
death. This is what you need. Las Vegas loser. A fuck'n crazy horse.
Violent staisfaction switching the body. To a s hack of hate. Automation.
The skin buckles. This is what you need. A flesh surrender. Cruxifiction
burns. Sex Mutilation a dead diamond. This game is mine. Atomic. Eat it.
Atomic. Eat it.back to top
Drowning The Collosus
What are you? I say to me. A privilege machine man in the valley of the ice
house. Yeah? Joke so old that it is new. Cause the innocent they know thier
place. In this slug motion dinosaur. Skin beating heart breathing. Eyes
humming. Walls splashi ng. Blue blood spits from the Butcherboy. Just split
the head and stand back. Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord yea!!
Hell on Earth a semi-trane. Exression of pre-occupation skin beating. Heart
breathing. Eyes splashing. Walls humming. Sou l Crushing. Soul Crushing.back to top
Crow III
"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 sh e 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 aint 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 mo ment. 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 stree t can be exhilarating falling
back to a perspective odyessy. A track of thunder. Tower lust of decomposed
intesity. I am I am I am I am....back to top
Die, Zombie, Die
What is it? What it is. What is it? Dazzling, yea starving town, starving
town, out of the cold, out of the cold |Die, Die, Die!| Moneyman rumble.
Dreamtime maker. Dressed to kill. Crybaby keeper. Nature of the madness.
Lies very still. Shadow bo xing motions a real believer. Areal believer.
Look here, get it and go, look here. Seduction in a new new world,
seduction. Into the fire |Die, Die, Die!| Cannibal collision american girl.
Suck in your gut. Unlike before yea, unlike before, if you m urder. Object
of desire. Now come and get it. Get it! Come get it! Come. While I
roustabout. Brutalities inflictied. A rush across the room. While the city
sleeps. I want to ask you. What's in store? Fleshy jaws. Now wait a minute.back to top
Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out, a violent burst of some kind kind
kind kind, mindstate a dirty little drunk and cluttered. Shinning a problem
of pictorial illusion, dump the trunk and tear the little freak out out
out. An unparallelleled account of collapse appearing like yourself
liberation appearing like myself mutilation. Hold still now, nobody turns,
said yeah! Thier back on me. Silence is deafening desperate waking up.
Motive spasm my back aches. Termination detentation, da-la-sco.. no w this
room don't seem so small sitting here in a cage of some kind kind kind kind
miracle and some hallucination, dropped excitement from my last words shut
the door and turn the T.V. on on now that I've done all that I can.back to top
Truck On Fire
Dead in the back. Midnight sun taking all that money can buy human wreckage
electrica man's first approach. Death takes a ride taking a holiday. Slick
and clean a murder machine. Tracks off the road skidding towards
thunderhead. Teasing the rail spar ks from his brain slashing. Yeah
cribdeath, killing the craddle, crunching the baby in a dashboardlight. Yea
like some cheesy ass figurines, Jesus, Mary, Joesph crushed into her fuck'n
head, sprayed against the windshield, profit or pleasure I swear I s wear.
Blasting away a bitch in the back 18 yea 14 childbride sunshine sex. Big
day exit whiskey o'women winning winning spree so long. Skin bone fabulous
path fireball fun radio on cranking saying. Somekind of portable radio
melted into her screaming legs. Keep on keeping, remote images, serious
discomfort, a story of more than cheap thrills, incestous demonized desire
made to be broken, made to be broken, made to be broken....back to top
Future Shock
Years have a come and gone. Now I stand forward. More than I ever was.
Assault and reassemble. Mr. Paranoid. A real backseat driver. But, I had to
move out of there. Yea as fast as I can. Time waits for no one. When its
crawling up the walls. Bu t I never wanted this. I never wanted this. Lines
of amusement cracked on my face. Like some apalling beauty coming up out of
the floor, but you had to admit there was no explaining this there was no
explaining this, no clumsy moral corruption substitu ting the conscience
like some ape ancestor, ape-incestor grinning under his pompous robot rack
overboard. "Hey, buster" Just how you doing. An uneasy alliance leaving
more dirt than before. Before they ever knew what hit 'em. Yea what hit
'em. What can I do for you? Just shut up and get in the fuckin' car!back to top
Reconstruction idea take the ultimate trip yea ultimate trip
assasination-invasion a criminal masterpiece hang on the walls like a gold
on the moon. Thunderbolt fist, rocket feet a little knowledge is a
dangerous thing, cry and you cry alone. Love as th ey please in Hitler's
brain. T-bird bitch'n the bad girl. Sweet savage a swing'n baby. But you
can ride ride ride the wild surf. Quicksand hand racing fever a lot of
speed can really move ya. Hey, did I fuck'n win! I'm a real pyro-man. Riot
and shoc k. Return and burn. Pretty poison just sit bizarre. Playing it.
Play'n it. Play it cool.back to top
Diamond Ass
Asylum erotica. Yea I said the ones on the wheels. Doomsday machinist.
Flying out the window. She's looking strange. Nowhere to nowhere diamonds
she's got what it takes diamonds forever. You'd be surprised. Come on baby
get it in gear. Stone-face a nd rawmeat. Nowhere to nowhere diamonds.
Projected from above. A dead astronaunt returns. Buried in 69. Brain is all
crystalized more horrible than before, parasite sucking style. Hey, yea man
it's out of sight. Anti-christ service. Hey, yea man i t's out of sight.back to top
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