I'm dying from my own disease I'm a villian, I'm a murderer and the victim is me I've got a date with fate and I just can't wait I'll see you all down
My room came alive, my dog just died Stacked 13 pennies on his eyes I stared at the wall, it stared back at me It started to breath and then it started
I'm damned if I voodoo, and I'm dead if I don't Kick the crypt and baby walk with me And we'll find a new place to haunt Now the dead can't die, they'
Goddamn here we go, off to the graveyard, go, go, go Give 'em to me decayed, give 'em to me anyway I don't care 'cause you know I only want you Dead,
New York City, N.Y.C., Pretty mean when it wants to be, Black leather, knee-hole pants, Can't play no high school dance, Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear '
The following is an audio recording. Contains songs of death, dying, and the dead. To avoid fainting keep reminding yourself, it's only a recording.
I've got nothing to lose that's why I'm with you My X-Ray glasses don't lie And the best thing about our future Is knowing that I'm gonna die It's a
You know he's good, he's bad He loves it when you're sad He loves to rock out With his cock hanging out So hold your horns up Like you just don't give
Well I broke my nail on your coffin lid Trying to get to the beauty within Oh yeah, you're gonna be mine Digging a grave while wearing a skirt Asking
I'm the rotten seed in the mouth Of a world that wants to spit me out No longer human by tomorrow I'm the scum of the earth I'm a galactic reject birth
B-B-Baby you and I don't get along And one of us will have to go before too long I'm just trying to find the fastest way To make you the fuck away And
I'm living the American Dream Working for the man that I'll never meet Trying to make a living Trying to get by Praying that I'll get to see another sun
It's a long way to the top of the medicine cabinet I'm taking funny pills from the white coat rabbit They tell me I'm fine and away they send me I'm out
I've got a shotgun A bottle of Jack Going to hell and I ain't ever coming back Last call for alcohol I'll tell you when I'm done Wanted in ten states
Here I sit A vampire at my piano The flames burn glaringly higher And the eyes that stare through the darkness Though they have no form There's
There's a crack in the frame, But the photo is the same, But i don't recognize the face, It looks a lot like me, or who i used to be, Now there's no one
Friendships can grow horns and a tails, It's a feeling that i know all to well. You're so perfect, honest, trusting and nice yeah right, Well the best