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Wednesday 13 Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) A Bullet Named Christ Lost in a familiar place This channel will not change This feeling's all too strange It's like home in many ways Got nothing left inside Onto the darker side Into the darkness we ride On a bullet named Christ They swarm us all like flies Don't know the wrong from right There comes a time to decide I'll choose the darker side Got nothing left inside Onto the darker side Into the darkness we ride On a bullet named Christ Into the darkness we ride On a bullet named Christ Into the darkness we ride Into the darkness we ride On a bullet named Christ Into the darkness we ride Into the darkness we ride On a bullet named Christ Into the darkness we ride Got nothing left inside Onto the darker side Into the darkness we ride On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ... Wednesday 13 |
American Werewolves In London American Werewolves In London Full moon tonight The stars are shining bright There's something in the shadows giving you a fright Such a gruesome sight Seeing the children of the night Destroying humans one by one With no compassion for life And with the dawn comes a new day And we return to our normal ways No memory of what we've done Except the signs that we had fun Now we're waking up with scratches on our back And flesh underneath our nails We're going down to Piccadilly Square To raise a little hell And now we're on the run And you know we're having so much fun Being American werewolves in London So who's left, who will be next There's no preference here Just as long as there's flesh And now there's no way out You're all going down Piece be piece, and limb by limb Scattered all around on the ground And with the dawn comes a new day And we return to our normal ways No memory of what we've done Except the signs that we had fun Now we're waking up with scratches on our back And flesh underneath our nails We're going down to Piccadilly Square To raise a little hell And now we're on the run And you know we're having so much fun Being American werewolves in London And with the dawn comes a new day And we return to our normal ways No memory of what we've done Except the signs that we had fun Now we're waking up with scratches on our back And flesh underneath our nails We're going down to Piccadilly Square To raise a little hell And now we're on the run And you know we're having so much fun Being American werewolves in London... Wednesday 13 |
Bad Things Bad Things A bullet in your head is how I want it Your body on the floor a Kodak moment You're a waste of air and a waste of space I want sharp objects to fly into your face I hate you now more than I ever did I wanna kill you, dig you up and do it again I want a car to run over your head Put it in reverse and do it again And I would be lying if I said that it wasn't true I only want bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want very bad things to happen to you It would be really great if you drowned in a lake Or put a bag over your face and watched you suffocate I'd celebrate at your wake, I'd bake myself a cake 'Cause you're my favorite person that I love to hate And you're the reason that murder should be legalized If it was, you'd be dead and in the ground by five Just in case I forgot to say I hate you mother****er in the very worst way And I would be lying if I said that it wasn't true I only want bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want very bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want very bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want bad things to happen to you I want very bad things to happen to you... Wednesday 13 |
Buried By Christmas Buried By Christmas Merry Christmas, ho ho ho I'll be six feet under the snow Jingle bells along the way I'm a dead mother****er and I'm counting my days I've been too naughty, I forgot to be nice I guess violence is my vice So check your list Santa and check it twice I'm a dead mother****er all right I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas Yeah, yeah (All I want for Christmas is a custom fit casket with black velvet interior. Oh yeah, and a bucket of chicken) Seasons beatings and a jolly farewell By Christmas Eve, I'll be rotting so well In a one horse open sleigh Straight to hell laughing all the way I've been too naughty, I forgot to be nice I guess violence is my vice So check your list Santa and check it twice I'm a dead mother****er all right I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas Yeah, yeah (Santa, if you're out there, and you can hear me, your fat ass better have me a freshly dug grave) I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas I'll be buried by Christmas Yeah, yeah... Wednesday 13 |
Buried With Children Buried With Children 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 rise With a little trust, I might make it With a little love, you know I'd fake it With a little drugs, you know I'd take it Straight over the edge Even if I ever got away It would still haunt me in my grave I was born to lose and determined to die The odds are against me now Let me tell you why I'm buried, save me Buried, whoa oh Buried with children All I need is a little break So I can change my name And leave the ****ing state There is no future Nothing up ahead So go ahead and put a bullet in my head With a little trust, I might make it With a little love, you know I'd fake it With a little drugs, you know I'd take it Straight over the edge Even if I ever got away It would still haunt me in my grave I was born to lose and determined to die The odds are against me now Let me tell you why I'm buried, save me Buried, whoa oh Buried with children Even if I ever got away It would still haunt me in my grave I was born to lose and determined to die The odds are against me now Let me tell you why I'm buried, save me Buried, whoa oh Buried with children... Wednesday 13 |
Burn The Flames Burn The Flames Here I sit a vampire, and my piano. The flames burn, glarringly higher. And the eyes, that stare through the darkness, though they have no form, there's no need for alarm. So burn So burn, burn the flames higher, and higher. So burn, burn the flames never, to expire. Here I sit a skeleton, and my organ. The candles in my kettle all burn hellishly, hellish hell. And the laughter, un ending echoes through the haunted house, a little Christmas spirit, ghostly haunting deadly spirit. Every creature is stirring, even the mouse. So burn. Here I sit myself, at my instruments. Here they sit, at their intruments. And the music feels, and feels, terrifies, horrifies, forever scares. Children of the night, what music we make. So burn... Wednesday 13 |
Curse Of Me Curse Of Me Take your breath I rob you of your life Oh how I love to see you cry I'm your nightmare in shinning armor Bringing horror Your screams can't penetrate my insecurities My heart stopped beating When you first said that you loved me And now I hold you close to me But I still don't feel a thing You're so cold and blue And now I must forget you Some things are worth dying for And baby that ain't me I'm sorry that you couldn't escape This curse of me Tonight I hold you one more time With the stench of formaldehyde You're my darkest secret And in my crawl space is where I'll keep it Your hopes and dreams Won't ever see the light of day I took your beauty, your purity And locked it all away And now I hold you close to me But I still don't feel a thing You're so cold and blue And now I must forget you Some things are worth dying for And baby that ain't me I'm sorry that you couldn't escape This curse of me This curse of me This curse This curse of me... Wednesday 13 |
Die Sci Fi Die Sci Fi 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 No longer human by tomorrow Erase myself from the human race All aboard this rocket into space I'll die Sci Fi And kiss the earth goodbye In the cosmic hands of death Is where I'll take me last breath No longer human by tomorrow Into the stars, sparkling bright I'll die Sci Fi No longer human by tomorrow Erase myself from the human race All aboard this rocket into space I'll die Sci Fi And kiss the earth goodbye I'll kiss the earth goodbye Die Sci Fi, die Sci Fi Die Sci Fi, die Sci fi Die Sci Fi, die Sci fi... Wednesday 13 |
Elect Death For President Elect Death For President Raise your wrist up in the air And wave your razorblades like you just don't care Use your voice, make homicide your choice Politics coming straight from the crypt Stirring up the world with its ugly stick Put your faith in a shallow grave today Red, yellow, black or white It doesn't matter everyone dies tonight Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death Hooray for homicide My left wing's baked and my right wing's fried Vote for me and I'll legalize everything Splish splash you're in a blood bath Intentionally headed down the wrong path But a dollar sign won't make you smile in your grave Red, yellow, black or white It doesn't matter everyone dies tonight Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death I'm on your side! Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death Vote for me! Red, yellow, black or white It doesn't matter everyone dies tonight Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death Trust in me Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death, death for president Elect death... Wednesday 13 |
Faith In The Devil Faith In The Devil 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 a **** So sing out loud with the sinners around And c'mon And he don't need no ****ing sympathy He represents the highest class I'm talking about you and me So have some faith in the devil So have some faith in the devil So have some faith in the devil So have some faith in the devil You know he's black, he's white He's always ****ing right He loves to drink, fight And **** every night He's so sharp dressed Sometimes a ****ing mess So sing out loud If you're evil and proud, c'mon And he don't need no ****ing sympathy He represents the highest class I'm talking about you and me So have some faith in the devil So have some faith in the devil So have some faith in the devil So have some faith in the devil And he don't need no ****ing sympathy He represents the highest class I'm talking about you and me So have some faith in the devil So have some faith in the devil So have some faith in the devil So have some faith in the devil... Wednesday 13 |
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