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Way out past the quarry
On the edge of the town
I saw her there in the mist by the road
Flagging me down
Ill met by the moonlight
And she’s pale as any bone
A black dahlia blooming
In her garden of stone
The girl at the end of the lane
The girl at the end of the lane
The girl at the end of the lane
She's the girl at the end of the lane
Her love was just like an ambush
Her arms were snares
Stars fell out of the sky
And they tangled in her hair
Her name was Legion
But she had always lived alone
The only flower left standing
In her garden of stone
The girl at the end of the lane
The girl at the end of the lane
The girl at the end of the lane
She's the girl at the end of the lane
The girl at the end of the lane
The girl at the end of the lane
The girl at the end of the lane
She's the girl at the end of the lane
In the pale October
When the leaves turn sere
I park by the roadside
And she’s going to meet me here
Ill met by moonlight
With her nails bright like chrome
Her laugh like the rusty gate
On her garden of stone
The girl at the end of the lane
The girl at the end of the lane
The girl at the end of the lane
She's the girl at the end of the lane
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Bone Grinder
04:30
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This is not the place I want to be living
This is not how I'm destined to die
I don't need new dirt to lie in
I need a bigger corner of the sky
Rise up old bones and shake
You know the dead don't make mistakes
Grind that bone until it breaks
Rise up old bones and shake
I gave a dog a bone
And now that big black hound still hangs around
Lived half my life, head in the clouds
Or dreaming of swimming underground
Rise up old bones and shake
You know the dead don't make mistakes
Grind that bone until it breaks
Rise up old bones and shake
Raise a lonesome stone above me, 'cause I don't want to sleep alone
Is there no one left who loves me, to build a nest out of my bones
Rise up old bones and shake
You know the dead don't make mistakes
Grind that bone until it breaks
Rise up old bones and shake
So, grind my bones to make your bread,
When I let my demons out
Bad chemistry wants me dead
But that will never come about
Don't care what the voices said
Don't need no new dirt to lie in
Bad chemistry wants me dead
But I am in no mood for dyin'
Rise up old bones and shake
You know the dead don't make mistakes
Grind that bone until it breaks
Rise up old bones and shake
(Arise) Grind that bone
(Arise) Grind that bone
(Arise) Grind that bone
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Waking the Dead
05:15
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Down here among the dead men in a cozy coffin
Wrapped in clay and lapped in lead
The cold and pale and rotten, gone, almost forgotten
The living have come to haunt the dead
Wake the Dead
You're waking the dead
Sweet little grave robber
You’re waking the dead
Here you come creepin' a grave robbin' hobgoblin
The fairest one of all the ghouls
You work your petty magic; your dirty necromancy
The right job for the right tools
Wake the Dead
You're waking the dead
Sweet little grave robber
You're waking the dead
You've got a bucket list of taboos to be broken
You're gonna need a willing zombie slave
So brew your love potion, murmer your incantations
Pour out libations on my grave
Wake the Dead
You're waking the dead
Sweet little grave robber
You're waking the dead
Wake the Dead
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4. |
A Darkness
04:31
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You are a darkness that calls to darkness
A haven for ragged refugees
You are a punchline, you're a distraction
A sucking chest wound dying by degrees
Force yourself to move, but not too very fast
Too late to be first, too proud to be last
You are a darkness that calls to darkness
You are a hunger that feeds on all it sees
You are a symptom, another victim
A windblown scarecrow shaking with disease
There's not much future in this living in the past
Too late to be first, too proud to be last
The sun comes up like violence
And burns away your dreams
Your pillow smells like tears and sweat
And fear and smothered screams
Aren't you a punchline
A sucking chest wound
You are my darkness
We are the darkness
Here comes your darkness
Here comes your hunger
Here comes the darkness
The spell that I live under
You are a darkness that calls to darkness
Contend with monsters, surrender, and appease
You are as wretched as you are splendid
The answer to the question that's gnawing at me
The night dies, the day breaks dawn works its violence
Scream into your pillow and pretend that it's silence
Silence!
You are a darkness
You are a symptom
You are a darkness
My latest victim
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Midnight Mass
04:35
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The finest vintage in the loving cup
Take your pound of flesh and lap the spilled wine up
Don't miss a drop, don't miss a drop
Bring me fire and brimstone in the midnight mass
Pour yourself like light through the stained glass
Bring me fire and brimstone, it's all that I need
You make me burn, and I'll make you bleed
You are a sacrifice; you are a penitent
You are equal parts profane and reverent
Down here in the dirt, you do your holy rolling
Bring me fire and brimstone in the midnight mass
Pour yourself like light through the stained glass
Bring me fire and brimstone, it's all that I need
You make me burn, and I'll make you bleed
We are an act of faith; we keep the covenant
In the midnight mass we become the sacrament
You are my flesh, I am your blood
Bring me fire and brimstone in the midnight mass
Pour yourself like light through the stained glass
Bring me fire and brimstone, it's all that I need
You make me burn, and I'll make you bleed
Pour yourself like light through the stained glass
Fire and brimstone, it's all that I need
You make me burn, and I'll make you bleed
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Gargoyle
05:47
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The bite of the wind, the sting of the rain
The weight of the years, I don't feel their pain
High above the city, perched on my lonely throne
I look down on my subject through two eyes of stone
I am the Gargoyle, I'm the lonely one,
I am the Gargoyle, yes, I'm the only one,
Who has the moral courage to do what must be done
With my heart of stone, I'm judging everyone
Upon a granite ledge silently, I loom
While the masses pass below in the shadow of my doom
I was made to guard them; yes, I was meant to serve
But I have watched for too long, now they'll get what they deserve
I am the Gargoyle, I'm the lonely one,
I am the Gargoyle, yes, I'm the only one,
Who has the moral courage to do what must be done
With my heart of stone, I'm judging everyone
Through the twisted canyons of the city far below
A rancid flood of refuse eddies and flows
Above this noisome kingdom, I am the silent king
How did I rise so high on petrified wings
I am the Gargoyle, I'm the lonely one,
I am the Gargoyle, yes, I'm the only one,
Who has the moral courage to do what must be done
With my heart of stone, I'm judging everyone
I am the monster judging everyone
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Broken Things
04:30
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Ooh, aah
Ooh, aah
Ooh, aah
Bloodless, anemic, empty, and wanting
Throw off your winding sheet and let us go a-haunting
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil, you look good in red
Kick up your heels, go off the rails, dance with the dead
Fly to me on tattered wings
Bring me flowers and broken things
Offer me the greatest prize
The broken thing behind your eyes
Ooh, aah
Ooh, aah
Ooh, aah
You haunt my dreams, and I possess you
Exhume you, caress you, test you, and best you
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil, you look good in red
Kick up your heels, go off the rails, dance with the dead
Fly to me on tattered wings
Bring me flowers and broken things
Offer me the greatest prize
The broken thing behind your eyes
This fate looks good on you, and you wear it well
My scarlet bride, my lovely queen of hell
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil, you look good in red
Kick up your heels, go off the rails, dance with the dead
Fly to me,
Fly to me my broken thing, my broken thing, my broken thing yeah
On tattered wings, on tattered wings, on tattered wings
Dance with the dead, with the dead
My broken thing, my broken thing, my broken thing
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
My broken thing
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
Kick up your heels, throw off the veil
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Rifle Louisville, Kentucky
Rocking since 1996, Rifle is a fabulous rock and roll band from Louisville, Kentucky, where they enjoy playing and recording loud music. They also like fine dining, various visual artistic pursuits, and of course, bourbon. Also, going to parties with local friends like you. So, you know, if you’re having a party you should probably invite them. It’ll be fun. ... more
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