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Resurrection Men
03:04
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(Dig up!)
Light a lantern and grab your shovel
Dig 'em up, man, use some muscle
(Dig up!)
Men, women, children, young, and old,
That cadaver's as good as gold
(Dig up!)
Bodies wanted in the name of science
Dig 'em up in dark defiance
(Dig up!)
Don't ask me where they're from
Just take 'em, doc, then be done
Stalking through dark and rain, we've come to dig this ground again
The bodies are in high demand, so broken graves we leave behind
In the ground, a coffin lies, the epitaphs are now just lies
In this cruel world, it's us or them, but know the dead can't die again
Quick to dig the dead again, a ghoulish plan that lies within
These dark nights steeped in graves, there's got to be a better way
Digging through the dark and rain, we've come to dig this ground again
The bodies are in high demand, so broken graves we leave behind
(Dig up!)
Light a lantern and grab your shovel
Dig 'em up, man, use some muscle
(Dig up!)
Men, women, children, young, and old,
That's cadaver's as good as gold
(Dig up!)
Bodies wanted in the name of science
Dig 'em up in dark defiance
(Dig up!)
Don't ask me where they're from
Just take 'em, doc, then be done
Stalking through the dark and rain, we've come to dig this ground again
The bodies are in high demand, so broken graves we leave behind
Can't satisfy my need, so all these crimes are fueled by greed
Take the wallet, take the pearls, it's us or them in this cruel world
Hunting down the homeless, food and drink are what we promise
Have some wine by the fire as I'm overcome by my growing desire
Disappear under the thunder, people stall in fear and wonder,
"Where have the vagrants gone?" Lesser dead of the streets are gone
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2. |
Phantom
04:54
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Corpses hanging in the rafters
Disembodied voices sing
Tonight, the Angel of the Music
Glides on black and tainted wings
Corpses rotting in the rafters
Disembodies voices sing
Tonight, the Angel of the Music
Glides on black and tainted wings
Tonight, the Phantom haunts the opera
His pale mask, a mark of death
Curtain call for an empty stage
A drawn-up cloak and then nothing's left
Beware the chandelier overhead
Play us Don Juan or you'll all be dead
Sunken eyes and a lipless grin
On this night, his master plan begins
Beware the chandelier overhead
Play us Don Juan or you'll all be dead
Sunken eyes and a lipless grin
On this night, his master plan begins
Tonight the Phantom haunts the opera
His pale mask, a mark of death
Curtain call for an empty stage
A drawn-up cloak and then nothing's left
A string of dark and grisly murders
The stench of death will fill the air
Once you're in the Phantom's clutches,
Then you'll never leave his lair
A string of dark and grisly murders
The stench of death will fill the air
Once you're in the Phantom's clutches
Then you'll never leave his lair
Corpses rotting in the rafters
Disembodied voices sing
Tonight, the Angel of the Music
Glides on black and tainted wings
Corpses rotting in the rafters
Disembodied voices sing
Tonight, the Angel of the Music
Glides on black and tainted wings
Tonight, the Phantom haunts the opera
His pale mask, a mark of death
Curtain call for an empty stage
A drawn-up cloak and then nothing's left
The Phantom haunts the fucking opera
His pale mask, a mark of death
Curtain call for an empty stage
A drawn-up cloak and then nothing's left
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3. |
The Monster in the Mist
03:32
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We need to talk about what happened on that autumn night
Way back in 1952
Mysterious monster illuminated by cold moonlight
A night our sleepy town would rue
A close encounter of the third kind
A close encounter of the worst kind
Hold your loved ones dear
Now the thing draws near
One September night in Flatwoods
Pulsating fireball within the wooded countryside
Its ghastly origins unknown
A sickening sight, a shadow bounding after us
Tonight we know we're not alone
A close encounter of the third kind
A close encounter of the worst kind
Hold your loved ones dear
Now the thing draws near
One September night in Flatwoods
A close encounter of the third kind
He leaves a trail, rotting stench
A close encounter of the worst kind
Left burning lesions in our flesh
Hold your loved ones dear
Now the thing draws near
One September night in Flatwoods
Hold 'em tight
Curse this night
In the pale moonlight
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4. |
Risen from the Grave
03:34
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Oh, scores of lifeless eyes just watched the last truck pull away
In retrospect, I should have known
The price I got on my home was too awesome to be true
'Cause right next door, the undead roam
They have risen from the grave
Here to take my soul away
They have risen from the grave
Undead hordes in my driveway
Their bony, crusty arms are always knocking on my door
We just wanted our own home
But, now, my wife has all but packed up all her shit and left
Left me to face the dead alone
They have risen from the grave
Here to take my soul away
They have risen from the grave
Undead hordes in my driveway
Oh, scores of lifeless eyes just watched the last truck pull away
In retrospect, I should have known
But, now, my wife has all but packed up all her shit and left
Left me to face the dead alone
They have risen from the grave
Here to take my soul away
They have risen from the grave
Undead hordes in my driveway
Oh, my realtor lied
All those undead eyes, man
Trying to get inside,
Inside my humble abode
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5. |
Bad Bacon
04:39
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Merwin's missing
Mommy's in the attic
I'm sorry, son, but don't go near the well
We had a simple farm,
We had a simple life
Aerolite, damned Aerolite you took it all away
The trees wave and flowers bloom
Do you feel a breeze or is this ethereal doom?
Burning bright and hot, it smashed into the ground
Be careful at night, boy, do not make a sound
It shrank by day and glowed by night
This Daemonic light to consume you all in fright
Science can’t explain it
This rock from far beyond
Don’t chip off a sample, lest the madness set to begin
This simple farm and simple life
Are now a proving ground
How strong is the will of man;
How strong is his mind?
Grey grows the ground
Creeping, Crawling
Grey grows the fruit
Shrieking, Scraping
Brittle grow the pigs
Bad Bacon
Merwin's missing
Mommy's in the attic
I'm sorry, son, but don't go near the well
The dogs won’t stay and the cats have fled
Thaddeus screams at night
There is no rest, we are all consumed in this evil living light
Grey is the earth, this blasted heath now home
The cows have crumpled where they stood
There’s nowhere left to go
Aerolite, damned Aerolite you took it all away
Merwin’s missing
Mommy’s in the attic
I’m sorry son, but don’t go near the well
Merwin’s missing
Mommy’s in the attic
I’m sorry son, but don’t go near the well
Merwin’s missing
That’s ain't mommy in the attic
I’m sorry, son, but you went near that motherfucking well
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6. |
Visitors
03:21
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With longing, wanting eyes, they watched us
Planning, plotting, while they stalked us
A hostile force for occupation
Deadly alien invasion
Alien spacemen
Hostile inventions
Cosmic occupation
New mass extinction
Alien spacemen
They thought they'd take a long vacation
Create a large, united nation
Their brutal rule we have to follow up
Or we'll be cooked up, chewed, and swallowed
Alien spacemen
Hostile inventions
Cosmic occupation
New mass extinction
Alien spacemen
Our tiny bodies, they devoured
A human feast, yes, every hour
A billion bodies goes quite fast
And humankind, we will not last
Alien spacement
Hostile inventions
Cosmic occupation
New mass extinction
Alien spacemen
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Hulking Boy Giant Salt Lake City, Utah
Born in an unfinished basement in Taylorsville, Utah, Hulking Boy Giant draw inspiration from science fiction, horror, and the macabre to deliver driving, pulsating punk tunes.
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