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I am bongo crazed with the crazy beat
Makes me stamp and shout
Get up on my feet
All the boys go wild with the bongo chill
Chase the girls around for a bongo thrill

Forget the beach
Party with no stuff

BLOOD AND GUTS IN THE MOVIE HOUSE, SLAUGHTERHOUSE, SLAUGHTERHOUSE
HE RIPS THROUGH ALL THE MOVIE BUFFS... HE RIPS THEM UP, HE RIPS THEM UP...
HE GOES WHERE DON'T WANNA GO & WHAT HE DOES, HE DOESN'T KNOW....
HE'S THE SADDEST CREATURE KNOWN TO MAN...
AN UNKNOWN SAM IN AN UNKIND LAND...
HE'S OUT OF HIS HEAD AND IT'S OUT OF HIS HANDS...
HE'S DEAD IN THE HEAD....

To escape the perimeter of this fleshy prison
To escape into milky nimbus, blurry-eyed, light-headed
To erase dreams, memory and visions
To ultimately forget every word, every face, every nightmare
A permanent amnesia which foregoes responsibility, the enemy of freedom
But I can't forget
I remember too much
I remember evey detail, every nuance

somebody broke in but all that was missing were the polaroids, the scene of the crime could be anywhere, at any time, and i'm always salivating about the maniac responsible, i, i know that to attack is merely the desire to free oneself from infatuation and there's a thin line between a love tap and murder with a blunt instrument, that a sharp stick in the eye kills the devil in the soul, every time and night after night those hollow screams echo out through deserted parking lots, that paper oasis littered with lottery dreams.. and i'm always lacerating myself with memories and demented visions of some woe begotten messenger of the lord who's now living down at the hangover hotel where everybody's living hand to mouth, trying to get ahead, but shit a quick jaunt down to the corner store to pick up a forty of colt and 45 a fifth of a jack, a bottle of aspirin, half a dozen condoms, and a carton of cigarettes, will bring you down real hard by about 50 bucks and all then all you're left with is your dreams yeah you'll be dreaming amongst drunks, yeah, dreaming.. remember the way it used be, oh the way it used to be, shit, the way it still is, dirt cheap deeds sloppily executed on sheetless mattresses, petty crimes of passion bringing secrets to the surface with blood, alcohol.. the scene of a crime could be anywhere, at any time..

Лгун лгуна с Вашими штанами в огне
Белые лопаты hangin' на телефонном проводе
Игроки переоценивают вдоль пунктира
Вы никогда не будете признавать себя на сердечном приступе и виноградной лозе

Доктор, адвокат, превосходит вора человека
Филли Джо замечательные взгляды в недоверии
Если Вы хотите вкус безумия, Вы должны будете ждать своей очереди

everybody smokes in hell
everybody smokes in hell
up pops the devil with a belly full of tricks
offers you the world if you give his tail a kiss
he’s got a big red sack full of all your favorite things
pulls you by the hair, shoves some candy in your lips
takes you to the bar, buys you drinks all night,
gets you so damn high that you never know it’s spiked

The psychotic babble of the outpatients next door starts to drive me insane
The voices in my own head begin to blur with theirs
Causing disequilibrium, dizziness, nausea
They relive, relieve their awful memories
Which spill out their windows and into mine
Trailing echoes of terror, trauma, tragedy
Crying, coughing, laughing, weeping, begging
Their little thoughts ricochet around my head

Close the curtains
Don't answer the phone
Got an unlisted number
Your address is unknown
Yeah you can leave town
But I won't leave you alone
Try star 69'ing me baby
Ain't nobody home

STILL BURNING (Words by Rowland S. Howard)


TAKE THE WHEEL. OF THE WORLD.
AND DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVEѓ
QUICK AS A GUN. BLIND LIKE A GHOST.
I CATCH MOST THINGS IN MY BLOOD YOU ALL LOSE BETWEEN ROOMS.
ONE LAST GASP BEFORE I GO, YOUR CRYSTAL SKIN LACED WITH RUST.

The clock died at a quarter to Midnight
frozen angels on my bedpost
tripping
over some senseless beggar
a simple case of mistaken face
my how nothing changes
different men in the same positions.

Pig Mountain Valley in the middle of the South
Sweet white baby with the insane mouth
Walking through the thicket in the dead of the night
Likes to pull away when she's squeezed to tight...

Waiting on the Word come out the Gospel Singer's mouth

Hey pretty baby no need to be scared