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Zombie Love
05:00
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The zombie apocalypse came without warning
They said so on the news this morning
So you know it must be true
Pandemonium on the street
All the morons you can eat
Riots, blood, and goo
If we had any brains we'd get on the next bus
But ours are long gone, lucky for us, my love
I loved you from the moment I reached for your hand
You put up quite a struggle but I understand
My love, my zombie love
Zombies will follow anything with a pulse
The living do the same, and with the same results
It's ugly when they're through
Even our president's a fucking zombie
It almost makes you miss Mitt Romney
At least he kinda had a clue, well, until we ate him too
Let’s get outta this dirty old town
There must be someplace nicer around
With fresh air, trees, and food
We’ll find a house with a white picket fence
Eat the former residents
Party in the nude
Chorus: We’ll walk in the park and sit in the sun
And watch the pretty children scatter and run, my love
I love you with the morning light in your eyes
You make this world a paradise, my love, my zombie love
I know how this movie's gonna end
I saw it long ago with a friend
He was nice, but not like you
You're the best thing that I ever ate
I'd do it again, but I think it's too late
Just entre nous
So after humanity crashes and burns
We'll shamble forever among the rubble and ferns, my love
I'll love you after all your skin is long gone
Be just sinew and bones, you'll still turn me on
My love, my zombie love
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Unbecoming
03:28
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Something is different, something’s in the air
Sometimes I can’t bear to be so very bare
The way the people stare
Something is changing, changing strangely
Strange and mangy, these changes shame me
I wish someone would save me
I think that I’m becoming
Becoming a new something
Reeling and stumbling
Becoming unbecoming
Tossing and turning, skin is burning
Mind is churning, bones are hurting
It’s a little disconcerting
I awaken naked and shaken
Flayed like bacon, easily mistaken
Easily forsaken
Caterpillars, butterflies, hellos, goodbyes
The next time you see me
I’ll see you through different eyes
I am a work in progress, a transitional someone
I thought that I was coming along
But I was only coming undone
Something is different, something’s in the air
Sometimes I can’t bear to be so very bare
The way the people stare
I think that I’m becoming
Becoming a new something
Reeling and stumbling
Becoming unbecoming
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Questions
03:47
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What is this thing called, love?
What is this thing?
Where does it go?
How do you know?
How's it supposed to feel?
How do I know it's real?
Who are you, anyway?
And what are we doing here?
I’ve got lots of questions
I'm having loads of fun
I wonder what you're wearing
Underneath that great big gun
What am I holding on to?
What am I holding on for?
Who left me holding the bag?
Who says this getup is drag?
Why must we all die?
Why ask why?
Can I borrow that tank top?
And should I reach for the sky?
I’ve got lots of questions
I've had a few too many
I wonder if you'd like a cookie
And if I've left you any
What's all this inside me?
What lies beyond the veil?
The wind is picking up now
Is it time to set sail?
I’ve got lots of questions
I'm in loads of pain
I wonder what you're thinking about
Inside that big sexy brain
I’ve got lots of questions
But I don't have a lot of time
So let's cut to the chase
And close this case
Baby baby baby baby baby baby
Would you be mine
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Gothic Laundry
02:55
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Black bras are hanging like bats on a clothesline
Restless in the breeze
Happy is he who gets caught in those fishnets
Never to be released
Underwear for the underworld
Underground nuclear weapons
With deadly force a sinister corset
Seductively beckons
Gothic laundry looks out of place
Hanging in the noonday sun
But you best not put it in the dryer or
Girl - you better run
Black bustier on a made-up boy
G-string to match
Oh the pain and oh the joy
I feel like doing something rash
Gothic laundry looks out of place
Hanging in the noonday sun
But you best not put it in the dryer
Or girl - girl - girl - you better run
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Voodoo Doll
03:18
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You sewed me out of twice-cursed thread
You keep me at the foot of your bed
You use me for your worst desire
We’re gonna set the world on fire
Stick me baby with your pin
‘Cause I’m your little voodoo doll
Come on, slide it all the way in
‘Cause I’m your little voodoo doll
All it takes is a few of their hairs
Or put me in some clothes of theirs
I become the one who broke your heart
Then you can tear me apart
Come on, handsome, give it to me
‘Cause I’m your little voodoo doll
Let’s make a little agony
‘Cause I’m your little voodoo doll
I can take it - wait and see
I’m gonna make it - but will she?
Now you’re sweating, but I’m
Just getting warm, we’re gonna
Make her wish she’d never been born
No one wants to cuddle me
I’m too ugly to love, you see
I’m only good for just one thing
High priestess of suffering
Stick me baby with your pin
‘Cause I’m your little voodoo doll
Come on, slide it all the way in
‘Cause I’m your little voodoo doll
Come on, handsome, give it to me
‘Cause I’m your little voodoo doll
Let’s make a little agony
‘Cause I’m your little voodoo doll
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Hot Mess
03:28
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You come from a planet that is not like ours
Where inside is outside
Plutonium is the poison that you order in bars
If you really dig the nightlife
You seem to have more drama than the average kid
Throwing plates and silverware
You text me then you sext me now you’ve gone and hid
And left me in your underwear
I wish you’d break my furniture a little less
I wish you could distinguish a no from a yes
But the things that you do to me in that dress
You really put the “hot” in “hot mess”
Your wardrobe’s a cavalcade of boas and chains
Your hairdo is a magpie’s nest
You’re like a cartoon villain who likes to rob trains
Wearing a fuzzy pink vest
You left me with some bruises and bitemarks too
My bedroom’s a catastrophe
The memories of last night break my mind in two
The things that you did to me
I’m shaving my legs with Occam’s razor
I’ll save the sword of Damocles for sometime later
I may be a fool, I may be a traitor
I’ve opened the gates for one hella space invader
My friends say I’m crazy to put up with this stress
It isn’t always easy, I’m the first to confess
But the things that you do to me in that dress
Oh yes...oh yes...oh yes...
You really put the “hot” in “hot mess”
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Dracula's Miniskirt Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Glam, Indie Pop, and Post Punk crashed a midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and Dracula's Miniskirt was the
morning-after hangover.
Dracula’s Miniskirt. Rock and roll with teeth. And legs. From Philadelphia, Transylvania.
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