Dead Mans Maggot

Better when I’m bitten bitten once, twice scared
Third time cold, forth/fifth time frozen, sixth I’m not quite there
Sickly sick and I gt an itch and a hunger that I can’t quite fix
And I’m barely recognised for all the blood in my hair
Throbbing through the ventricles and frothing at the mouth
I’ve been chomping at my own tongue for too long now
So I sink my teeth into fresher meat and the chambers from the hearts that
Theyre not needed anymore, they’re just useless fucking meat
Every bite ignites a plight of……..

Bombs, a bomb, another stupid song,
The more I keep on dropping them, the more they dance along
To the pound for pound of gypsy horror sounds
I died and then I woke up in the under ground
And now Im walking dead
But I’ll dance instead

The sceptics, the septic, the crass and the sadistic
The heroic, the poetic, the deliberately pathetic
Critics with acrylics scribbling over relics
The fun and idiotic…..everyone will get it
I wager that the winners and their snigglers, and thoses ugly little sinners with their filthy little sniggers will be first to go
Everytime that you get burned is devoured on the day you turn so grab a fucking seat and watch the world implode
Every bite ignites a plight of……..

Bombs, a bomb, another stupid song,
The more I keep on dropping them, the more they dance along
To the pound for pound of gypsy horror sounds
I died and then I woke up in the under ground
And now Im walking dead but I’ll dance instead

We’re equally cursed and blessed, to ache with such blunt recklessness
We all bite more than we chew, cus we’re greedy and glutty fools
So don’t get so distressed when you get covered in all of that mess
When you bite more than you chew and its all over you

Drunk Girls

Drunk girls are poison, oh they’re agony, drunk girls are poison, they make a fool of me
Drunk girls are poison when they’re ignored, drunk girls are poison when they’re adored

Step into the club or any dark and filthy club
You’re a million miles away from love and all that stupid stuff
And you spot a coven over there, cackling at the air
As you slump into your chair, you can tell they’re at those clothes you wear
You start to get a complex, you start to feel like you’re hexed and you think “what the hell have I got to do to get respect,
So what if I have to go and slit my neck for the desired effects on the opposite sex
I swear I’m not making this up, I always sip from half full cups
I’m not exactly starved of love, it is just…………………

Drunk girls are poison, oh they’re agony, drunk girls are poison, they make a fool of me
Drunk girls are poison when they’re ignored, drunk girls are poison when they’re adored

Riddle me this, how does one kiss without a set of fucking lips,
Just a serpent hole that spits old venom with denim up to the hips
She probably sees the mouse in me with all this vulnerability
If one thing here’s a certainty, I ain’t leaving in one piece
These names are made of stones and sticks and on my bones they feel like logs and bricks
And no matter how many times I go and get fixed, the cracks still appear on the surface
Every time I hear a name thrown in my direction
I cannot help but welling up and all because………….

Drunks girls are poison, oh they’re agony, drunk girls are poison, they make a fool of me
Drunk girls are poison when they’re ignored, drunk girls are poison when they’re adored”

Drunk boys are poison, we’re so immature, us boys are poison we’re so insecure

Merrick

She can make it all, she can build it all
She can raise the whole damn town
She can dig the holes, she can rip it all
She can pull the whole place down
She can melt the Gold, she can melt the gold
She can melt the gold in my crown
She can fill the mould with her shit and salt and be the queen of this old clown
We’ve got forever to know your flesh

All memories we share are of a boy I’ve grown to hate
I kept those words you sung under my tongue and and then I threw the rest away
Although I choke on sullen notes you play into the sky,
They’re falling on deaf ears cus all I hear are lies

“I can make it all” “I can build it all”
“I can raise the whole damn town”
“I can dig the holes” “I can rip it all”
“I can burn the whole place down”
She can make us crawl, she can make us brawl
She can make us fall around
She can kill us all, she should really kill us all
Feed us one and all to the ground
We’ve got forever to know your flesh

All memories we have are of a boy I’ve grown to hate
I kept those words you stung under my tongue and then I threw the rest away
Although I choke on sullen notes you play into the sky,
They’re falling on deaf ears cus all I hear are lies
And that’s nothing new to I
I spent my whole entire life believing I won’t cry
When you sleep in shallow waters you won’t get swept up in the tide
Your soul is just a carnival, the bodies just a ride

It’s just a ride

She can make me tall, she can make whole
She can lift this cold drunk clown
She can make me small, she can pick the holes
She could tear this old cunt down

Oh Your Mother

He’d rip this place down if he knew where to start
There’s many an invalid propping up these bars
With his dirty drinks and his rusty old car like an anchor that’s chained to the town
Oh, his mother won’t even look at him now
Now he’s resigned to all those old clothes he wears
Dressed in the reputation of those boots and that hair
This trend is in every single friend that he dares to ever admit to allow
And his mother won’t even look at him now

Here’s one for the ceiling and here’s one for the floor
You drink until you stink and then you drink a little more
But the sweetest wine comes from fruit rotten to the core so you’ll never see frowns on these clowns
Oh, their mothers won’t even look at them now

Now that they all look like boys yet they all talk like men
With four podgy fingers in the palm of each hand
Their shit never sticks as it flies out from the fan so they keep all that filth in their mouths
You know that she don’t want to listen to any of it now

The stalk sure can pick some despicable ones,
Never believed in ghouls until they looked like some
There’s blisters and warts for each flesh fold and thumb
But if it doesn’t hurt then it’s never fun
How does such ugly fruits grow from beautiful seeds/
Must of fell from the family on to the poetree
Bruising peach skin on each branch and each leaf
Blaming each tiny little fall on gravity

You stalk like a cat and grunt like a beast
Devouring any given heart like a feast
The ones who get away are the ones that cry least, so you’ll never get nought for that growl
Oh your mother won’t even look at you now

Now that your age is deep cracks on a face
All memory is just a faint line poorly traced
Your body – a casket for a soul misplaced
You should have figured out that your mother won’t even look at you now

The stalk sure can pick some despicable ones,
Never believed in ghouls until I looked like one
There’s blisters and warts for each flesh fold and thumb
But if it doesn’t hurt then it’s never fun
How does such ugly fruits grow from beautiful seeds/
Must of fell from the family on to the poetree
Bruising peach skin on each branch and each leaf
Blaming each tiny little fall on anything but me

If we had half the guts we’d rip this whole place apart
Instead we slit both our wrists and pretend that its art
“it’s Wabi” “it’s Sabi” “It’s precious” ”its Bach”
It’s as useless as a whisper read loud- and your mother can’t even look at you now
Now that you’re ugly, you’re pathetic and you’re poor
Sickly and stickily and brazen and raw, just like all the other eccentrics that have staggered before
One more black sheep is grazing the crowd
And now the whole fucking ground just looks like a damp miserable cloud

We’ve strutted around too much in each other’s boots and now we have the same blisters on our feet
I slowly turn into the company I keep
Her sorrow is braille on my voice when I squeak of the blindness and weight that she’ll never speak
For all those feathers and the wax on her back and on her tongue
Cos she burnt both her wings when she flew near this son
And if all daughters were slaughtered then we’d sure have some fun
But I still wouldn’t make her more proud
Oh my mother won’t even look at me now
My mother won’t even look at me

Skellington

My skeleton is uncomfortable in its skin
Sometimes I want to drop to the ground and crawl
Through the dirt and grit and gravel, the glass keeps shredding both my knees
But I’m gunna take it like any other animal
But my skeleton is uncomfortable in its skin

My skeleton uncomfortably weighs me down
When not paralyzed its heavy with the fear
So I’m pulling all my teeth out and I’m tugging at my hair
I’ll rip off every inch of flesh until I’m just not here

My skeleton is eating its way out of me
Tucking away at the bladder and those veins
Eyes, nose and liver, shoulders, toes and knees
Every single thing butts the brain

Everything breaks over time
Everything flakes over time
Everything aches over time
Every lover hates over time
Every other fakes over time
I bleed for me and mine all of the time

You can spend your whole life studying anatomy
And be a connoisseur of the muscles and the bones
The Fibulas, the Tibulas and the helmets on the knees
And you will think you know me well but sweetheart, you so don’t

Because my skeleton is uncomfortable in my skin
No matter what I take, the ache ain’t vanishing
There’s more to being a junky than just doing heroine
So put a lid on all that criticising

Everything breaks over time
Everything flakes over time
Everything aches over time
Every lover hates over time
Every other fakes over time
I bleed for me and mine all of the time
All things ache
All things ache
All things ache over time
You do, yeah you do and I do too.

My skeleton is uncomfortable in its skin

Sold to the Circus

Roll up, roll, up
“Look alive puppy eyes” she wrestles mutts for scraps
With charcoal smoke through tarmac throats, she felt her lung collapse
My lover taking punches for the hits that she could get
Born in with these clowns on opiates

If only she could see what she did to me
When she married me in to this freakshow of a family

There’s tragic men with painted skin, don’t let them hear you crow
Force that grin and don’t give in then it’s ‘on with the show’
There’s brazen girls with matted curls, they howl and scream like apes
This carnival of mongrels is ripe with rotten grapes

Tricked into the circus with these drunk degenerates

Two Legged Gaunt Freak

I’ll give you head aches, I’ll give you earthquakes
I’ll give you heartache before I like you
I’ll show you disgrace and carve shame on you face
I like the bad taste when I sink my teeth in to…..

I like the stern stuff, the mean stuff
The obscene stuff, the lean stuff
The hard stuff, the tough love
Cus if you wanna win the game then you gotta play it rough

Raw meat
Two legged gaunt freak
I’ll pull out those ugly fucking teeth before I like you
Oh my, black eyes with bites up both thighs
I want those hands tied more than I want you
With chains round broken legs, I’ll make that skin beg
And fuck you with hatred more than I want…………

I like the stern stuff, the mean stuff
The obscene stuff, the lean stuff
The hard stuff, the tough love
Cus if you wanna win the game then you gotta play it rough

Raw meat
Two legged gaunt freak
I’ll pull out those ugly fucking teeth before I like you
And before I love you