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"Skeletons" by Wednesday 13, which was released in 2008 and consists of 11 songs.
All American Massacre
The bodies were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that that family would soon be there,
Skull soup for grandpa,
And an eye for the dog,
The main course is up before too long.
Place the bloody bucket on the ground,
Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down,
Let me tell you about our law,
It's either sex or the saw yeah.
Trying to see through this death that I breath,
All these ghosts they are lost in front of me,
Lost in a trance, never had the chance,
Now were forced to walk the dead's dance.
Everything is gray now,
Ashes all across the floor,
And I'm just hoping that I find the key to unlock this door.
And you know that I'm trying,
From Here To The Hearse
She's got a price on my head,
And that price is D.E.A.D. dead,
Another story of a love gone bad,
Now she wants me in a body bag.
I gotta get out,
Get out, get away,
A countdown to the end of my days,
And I know she ain't gonna stop,
Till I'm in the ground and starting to rot.
Gimme Gimme Bloodshed
Gimme Gimme Bloodshed
Gimme Gimme Hell Yea
Open your eye's sweet mary jane
Take a look around
Your miles away from anyone
And no one can hear a sound
And your kna-kna-knocking at the heavy door while
Your chained to a dirty floor Yea
Your sunshine just got lower into an early grave
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 but myself to blame,
Now the shadows are all around,
Mines's nowhere to be found.
Pull the wings off a fly,
Watch it suffer and die,
Not Another Teenage Anthem
The rules that you make are the rules that we break,
And we slither through your system now just like snakes,
Pat us on the back and tell us we're great,
Then you grab us by the throat and feed us our fate.
We've got a problem with your solutions,
Just hell-bent on our own confusion,
You can't shake hands now with your fist,
Cause that kind of friendship don't exist.
No Rabbit In The Hat
Beat my head against a wall
If it wasn't for the blood I wouldn't it know it at all
Smile at the camera with broken teeth
Slit my wrists, say cheese and watch it bleed
Well it's ghouls night out
Creeps on parade
Creatures of the night they serenade
Penny for your thoughts
Penny for your eyes
I cross my fucking heart and I hope you die
Put Your Death Mask On
Where does it end, where does it begin,
My misery is my only friend,
From the hole in my head,
Or the infestion within,
I re-live the crime scene time and time again.
I am the monster that you never see,
Masked by the shadows on your city streets,
Roses are red, your're turning blue,
Violence is golden let me prove it to you.
Scream Baby Scream
A world beyound your wildest screams,
Ghouls and goblins spooks and creeps,
Welcome to creature feature number thirteen.
I, I know what your're thinking.
That I bury the living.
Creeeping through the mortuary, bite your nails it's getting scray.
Creeping, crawling in the murk, digging through the dirt GRAVEROBBER.
Average everyday cadaver.
They come and talk to me,
When I am all alone,
They always remind me of,
All the things that I've done wrong,
It's scary, disturbing, but somehow I'm not sorry,
The only thing that's even real,
Is the feelings that I don't feel.
They're all the same, but they're so different,
With Friends Like These
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 thing that ever happened to me was,
When you walked out of my life.
Knife in the back, thanks for the memories,
With friends like these, who needs enemies yeah.
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