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Tracks 01. Scissor Man
02. The Family And The Fishing Net 03. Silly Putty 04. Amos Moses 05. Behind My Camel 06. Too Many Puppies 07. The Thing That Should Not Be 08. Tommy the Cat 09. Bob's Party Time Lounge 01. Scissor Man
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names Maybe you are in his book of names So be kind and helpful to your mother Just think twice before you try and steal When he cuts with sticky silver snippers You may find the wounds will never heal All self made bad boys If you refuse to believe he exist You won't be frightened when you find out You're on his list You're on his list You're on his list Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names Maybe you are in his book of names So be good and never poison people Just think twice before the deed is done When you wake up guilty in the morning You may find important pieces gone All self made bad boys If you refuse to believe he exist You won't be frightened when you find out You're on his list You're on his list You're on his list Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names Maybe you are in his book of names All self made bad boys If you refuse to believe he exist You won't be frightened when you find out You're on his list You're on his list You're on his list Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Putting end to evil doers games Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man Maybe you are in his book of names Maybe you are in his book of names Snipping, snipping, snipping, snipping, snipping, snipping Snipping, snipping, snipping, snipping, snipping, snipping Snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip Snipping, snipping, snipping, snipping, snipping, snipping Snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip Snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip Snipping Snip, snip, snip, snip, snip, snip 02. The Family And The Fishing Net
Suffocated by mirrors, stained by dreams
Her honey belly pulls the seams Curves are still upon the hinge Pale zeros tinge the tiger skin Moist as grass, ripe and heavy as the night The sponge is full, well out of sight All around the conversations Icing on the warm flesh cake Light creeps through her secret tunnels Sucked into the open spaces Burning out in sudden flashes Draining blood from well-fed faces Desires form in subtle whispers Flex the muscles in denial Up and down its pristine cage So the music, so the trial Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens Dance in circles, they the blessed Man and wife, undressed by all Their grafted trunks in heat possessed Even as the soft skins tingle They mingle with the homeless mother Who loves the day but lives another That once was hers The worried father, long lost lover Brushes ashes with his broom Rehearses jokes to fly and hover Bursting over the bride and groom And the talk goes on Memories crash on tireless waves The lifeguards whom the winter saves Memories crash on tireless waves The lifeguards whom the winter saves Silence falls the guillotine All the doors are shut Nervous hands grip tight the knife In the darkness, 'til the cake is cut Passed around (passed around) In little pieces (in little pieces) The body (the body) The body and the flesh The family (the family) And the fishing-net And another (another) In the mesh The body, the body, and the flesh 03. Silly Putty
[Instrumental]
04. Amos Moses
Yeah
Here comes Amos Amos Moses was a Cajun And lived by himself in the swamp Hunting alligator for a living He used to knock 'em on the head with a stump The Louisiana law's gonna get you, Amos It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp, boy Now everybody blamed his old man For raising him mean as a snake When Amos Moses was a boy His Daddy would use him for alligator bait Tie a rope around his waist And throw him in the swamp Alligator bait on the Louisiana bayou 'Bout 45 minutes Southeast of Thibodaux, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam And his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could Eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth They called him Amos Moses Yeah Now folks in South Louisiana Said Amos was a helluva man He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator He only had to use one hand That's all he got left 'Cause the alligator bit him Left arm gone, clean up to the elbow Well, the Sheriff got wind that Amos was in the swamp hunting alligator skin So he hid in the swamp, I'm gonna get you, boy He never did come out again Well, I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to? Sure can get lost in the Louisiana bayou 'Bout 45 minutes Southeast of Thibodaux, Louisiana There lived a man called Duck Bill Sam And his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son that could Eat up his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth They called him Amos Moses Sit down on 'em, Amos Make it count, son Here comes Amos Yeah Yeah Get down at 'em, boy 05. Behind My Camel
[Instrumental]
06. Too Many Puppies
Too many puppies are being shot in the dark
Too many puppies are trained not to bark At the sight of blood that must be spilled So that we may maintain our oil fields Too many puppies Too many puppies Too many puppies are taught to heel Too many puppies are trained to kill On the command of men wearing money belts That buy mistresses sleek animal pelts Too many puppies Too many puppies Too many pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-pup-puppies Too many puppies Too many puppies with guns in their hands Too many puppies in foreign lands Are dressed up sharp in suits of green And placed upon the war machine Too many puppies arе just like me Too many puppies arе afraid to see The visions of the past brought to life again Too many puppies, too many dead men 07. The Thing That Should Not Be
Messenger of fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light Hybrid children watch the sea Pray for Father, roaming free Fearless wretch, insanity He watches, lurking beneath the sea Great Old One, forbidden site He searches, hunter of the shadows is rising Immortal In madness, you dwell Crawling chaos, underground Cult has summoned twisted sound Out from ruins once possessed Fallen city, living death Fearless wretch, insanity He watches, lurking beneath the sea Timeless sleep has been upset He awakens, hunter of the shadows is rising Immortal In madness, you dwell In madness, you dwell Not dead, which eternal lie Stranger eons death may die Drain you of your sanity Face the thing that should not be Fearless wretch, insanity He watches, lurking beneath the sea Great Old One, forbidden site He searches, hunter of the shadows is rising Immortal In madness, you dwell 08. Tommy the Cat
It is now, officially, a big rock show
I remember as if it were a meal ago Said Tommy the cat as he reeled back to clear whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat Many a fat alley rat had met its demise while staring point blank down the cavernous barrel of this awesome prowling machine Truly a wonder of nature this urban predator Tommy the cat had many a story to tell But it was a rare occasion such as this That he did She came sliding on down the alleyway like butter drippin' off a hot biscuit The aroma, the mean scent, was enough to arouse suspicion in even the oldest of Tigers that hung around the hot spot in those days The sight was beyond belief Many a head snapped for double, even triple-takes as this vivacious feline made her way into the delta of the alleyway Where the most virile of the young tabbies were known to hang out They hung out in droves Such a multitude of masculinity could only be found in one place and that was O'Malley's Alley The air was thick with catcalls, no pun intended, but not even a muscle in her neck did twitch as she sauntered straight into the heart of the alleyway She knew what she wanted She was looking for that stud bull The He-Cat And that was me Tommy the cat is my name And I say unto thee Say, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby, do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby Say, baby Ladies and gentlemen I would like to take this opportunity to introduce to you The man, the myth, the pseudo-Mexican Brain Say, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby, do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby Say, baby Say, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby, do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-baby Say, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby, do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby Say, baby Say, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby, do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby Say, baby Say, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby, do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby Say, baby Say, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby, do you wanna lay down by my side? Ah, baby, do you wanna lay down with me? Say, baby Say, baby 09. Bob's Party Time Lounge
Glad you came, glad you're here
Have some champagne, imported beer Dig down in your dirt bag And roll us out a spleef Been erect here now for thirteen days And I came to get relief At Bob's Party Time Pack my nose with cocaine Feed my filthy hole Bust out the dancin' women I'm prone to lose control And if by chance I fall down And bust my head on the floor Just wrap my wound in a porterhouse steak And point me towards the shore At Bob's Party Time |