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DONE DUN

HONEYMOON IN RED



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WE'LL GO FOR A WALK & YOU'LL GO NOWHERE...
THIS ROAD LEADS TO EVERY DISASTER
RIDING SHOTGUN THROUGH THIS SILENCE...
SPITTING OUT THESE VICIOUS SECRETS

THERE'S A KILLER IN A CAR AND HE'S PARKING IT RIGHT OUTSIDE MY FACE...
GET IT DONE WITH, GET IT DONE WITH...
IS THAT A COFFIN FULLUVA CUPIDS YOU KEEP PUSHING THROUGH MY GATE...
THERE'S A LOT OF FALLEN ANGELS GETTING CRUSHED BENEATH HIS FEET...

NOW THE KILLER GETS THE CAR AND JUST DRIVES IT RIGHT INTO MY GUTS
GET IT DONE WITH... GET IT DONE WITH...
NOW THE TEARS START FLOWING, THE FUN REALLY STARTS...
GOODBYE HEAVEN, HERE COMES HEARTACHE
WHEN  THE TEARS START FLOWING, THE FUN REALLY STARTS...
GOODBYE HEAVEN, HERE COMES HEARTBREAK
WELL THE BLOOD IS REALLY FLOWING AND THE FUN IT REALLY STARTS...

I DON'T NEED NO DERELICT BLOODSHED
TO LAY THESE STAINS UPON YOUR ALTAR
SAYING PRAYERS FOR PASSION KILLERS
WHO LIKE SAINTS COMMIT THESE MURDERS...

STILL BURNING (Words by Rowland S. Howard)

TAKE THE WHEEL. OF THE WORLD.
AND DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE…
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.
LACED WITH RUST… LACED WITH RUST…
TAKE THE WHEEL OF THE WORLD AND DRIVE…
ONE BLOOD LUST GLANCE OF THE MILKY WAY.
TWO SHOTS ONE IN A MILLION, SHORT CIRCUITS
A BILLION LIGHT YEARS AWAY.
DOWN HERE IT RAINS BLOOD AND MILK FOR MONTHS
THE ZULUS ARE GETTING TOO STRONG TO PLAY WITH NO MORE,
NO MORE, NO MORE…
TAKE THE WHEEL OF THE WORLD AND DRIVE.

A BUCKET FULL OF STARS TOO HOT TO HANDLE ALONE.
BURNING A HOLE, SMOLDERING FOOTSTEPS THAT LEAD TO A HEART,
MINE YOURS, WHO CARES IT STILL BURNS STILL BORN, I’M STILL BURNING
BURNING DOWN….
TAKE THE WHEEL OF THE WORLD AND DRIVE.

FIELDS OF FIRE

IT'S RAINING AT THE BORDER, TEARS OF LOVE LIKE BLOOD SPILT
STAGNANT ON THE CARPET...
IT'S RAINING AND ANOTHER FILTHY WIDOW WATCHES...
AND THE SELF IS NO FRIEND AND ALL ENEMIES ATTACK FROM WITHIN...
WAY DOWN DEEP, YOU KNOW WHY
THE DARKNESS IS SEPARATED BY A SLOW, RED RIVER
NIGHT SNEAKS INTO SLEEPY CORNERS
I LAY AT THE EDGE OF A FIELD OF FIRE
WITH A THOUSAND GHOSTS IN MY DUSTY BED, A THOUSAND GHOSTS....
WAY DOWN DEEP YOU KNOW WHY...

THE EARTH SPITS THREADBARE IT'S SHALLOW DAUGHTERS WHO TREAD LIKE BROKEN TRAMPS, DAMP ON STONE COLD STARES & DEEP WITHIN THE FEAR OF A HUNDRED LONELY VICTIMS DOWN...
WAY DEEP DOWN YOU KNOW WHY...

I WILL LISTEN FOR YOUR BAITED STEP LIKE SHADOWS IN THE HALL THAT FALL SLOWLY AND TRACE THE SHUTTERS OF YOUR HOLLOW THOUGHTS AND BEAT MY HEART AGAINST THESE WALLS, AND BEAT MY HEART... IT'S RAINING AT THE BORDER, IT'S RAINING... IT'S RAINING... TEARS OF BLOOD.

DEAD IN THE HEAD

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....

HE DOES IT UP BECAUSE HE'S COME UNDONE... HE DOES THE BLOOD WALK & HE DOES THE BLOOD RUN...
EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK... HE'S FEELING WEAK WITH A MEAN STREAK.
COME TO ME, MY LITTLE ONE... MY HEART IS STONE MY HEART IS COLD.
HE'S OUT OF HIS HEAD & IT'S OUT OF HIS HANDS...
HE'S DEAD IN THE HEAD.... DEAD IN THE HEAD... DEAD IN THE HEAD... DEAD IN THE HEAD

COME FALL

I AM KING. I CAN DO ANYTHING.
COME FOLLOW
COME FALL
I WILL SHOW YOU
ALL AND MINE
EVERYTHING'S MINE
THEN GIVE YOU TWIN BRIGHT COINS TO PUT ALL YR EYE LIGHTS LIDS DOWN. THEN FASTEN THE DOOR.
WANDER DOWN
FALL IN TIME
FALL IN TIME

I COUNT ALL OF MINE ON FINGERS STAINED SO...
COME FALL, COME FALL, CLOSE YOUR EYES.
WE CAN DANCE ON A TREE
AND YOU WILL NEVER, TOUCH THE GROUND, NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND, NEVER TOUCH THE GROUND

SHE SAID... I CAN DO ANYTHING...
I AM KING...
COME FALL, COME FALL... COME FOLLOW YOUR LEADER...

SO YOUR HEART

SO, YOUR HEART MAY NOT BE BROKEN, WE CAN ONLY HOPE FOR THE WORST.
YOU JUST CAN'T KEEP FROM REPEATING, HAND TO HAND, HEART TO HEART
BREAK ALWAYS IN THE DARK... AND ALWAYS SO MUCH LESS SPECIAL THAN THE REST

TOO MANY LIPS TO WEEP A SAD AND SEAMY SIDE TO THE SAME OLD STORYLINE. THE BITTER WINDS OF THE LAST WORD SO STALE AND SO DIMLY DIM...

WE COULD HAVE ONE HELLUVA TIME WHILE GOD, HE JUST LOOKS AWAY...
BUT THERE'S GUM IN THE CHAIRS THAT DANCE IN MY HEAD & NOW CAN THIS BE NEW AGAIN...

DEAD RIVER

TAKE THE RIGHT BANK TO THE NIGHT RIVER...
WATCH THE DREARY SOUL SEEKERS WRETCHED...
WHAT FLIES BY NIGHT, DIES BY DAYLIGHT...
UNDER BROKEN TREES WE REST OUR WEARY HEARTS, OUR WEARY FEET.

ON THE BANKS OF THE RIVER DEADLY
SOULS ARE SWALLOWED DEAD AND LONELY...
I COULD LIVE SO DEAF & DUMB DULL, ACCOMPANY THIS UNHOLY BUNCH...
AND I FOR ME DON'T WANNA KNOW THOSE SECRETS THAT YOU LEAVE BEHIND THOSE BLUE-BLACK EYES...

THREE KINGS

THE MOON'S AT NIGHT LIKE YOU AND MAYBE STARS ARE...
WHEN I LIE IN BED, WHEN I LIE, I LIE
I WEAR A MONGOLIAN HAT, IT'S A REAL MEAN STEAL WITH A REAL MEAN POINT
THAT STARS THE PILLOW DEAD, THAT STABS IT...
I LIE IN DREAM BLOOD, STABS SOAK THE BED...
WE COME FROM DEATH, LUST DOWN THE AGES...
WE KEEP OUR COMPANY STARVED IN CAGES...

NO SINS JUST BLOOD & BEER IN YOUR STONED-BLIND
HOLE IN HALOED SOUL...
NO SINS, NO, AND NOT MUCH ELSE...

BURN MY SHEETS & YOU'LL BURN...
WATCH IT I WEAR DANGEROUS THINGS TO SCARE NIGHT OUT OF HERE 
& FAT MEN FAT AS MOONS, TO SCARE THE NIGHT OUT OF HERE...

BLOOD KEEPS MY SOUL UNTIED AND BLACK IN NOT AS NIGHT IS ROTTED DREAMS...
I'D LIKE TO LEAVE THEM FOR DEAD, I'D LIKE TO...
SO I GOT A POINT WHEN I LIE IN BED, I LIE, I LIE...
YOU BETTER PLAY DEAD AFTER DEAD, YOU BETTER PLAY...

THE MOONS AT NIGHT ARE RED, CHRIST, YOU & MAYBE STARS ARE....
DYING TO BE FOLLOWED, DYING TO BE
WHEN THE STAR BLEED THIS MESSAGE DOWN, IT SAID, ONCE THERE
WERE THREE KINGS SUCKED IN BY A STAR, SCARRED WHITE & SPITEFUL
IT LED THEM OFF, FAR TO ANY OLD SHED...
OH GOD, TO GOD TO HELL, YOU'VE GOT IT WRONG
YOU'VE GOT IT WRONG, YOU'VE GOT THE WRONG GOD, YOU GOT IT WRONG

Thank you to our beloved dirty pearl, Scott, for transcribing these lyrics.

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