The cold worms and me We are all right We are free The dead light inside Fuel to new seed New world I hide I'll always belong to the shadow Don't show me new results I will never enter your heaven

Come on over, come on in You can unwind, take a load off your mind Pull up a seat-take a load off your feet Get away somewhere, take a trip Take a break, take control Take advice from someone you know Get a life-get a grip Make a wish-make a move

Desert shadows creep across purple sands. Natives kneel in prayer by their caravans. There, silhouetted under and eastern star, I see my long lost blossom of shalimar You, Misirlou, Are the moon and the sun, fairest one. Old temple bells are calling

What is it with you? Proud of you, proud of you Spending his money How do you sleep with yourself at night? Go 'head girl, make daddy proud of you Go shawty, make daddy proud of you You never sleep alone, girl You won't listen to me Won't listen to your

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze Blowing up the road to glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the

Butchery my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate Emasculate, gouging crotches I will eat Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green Upheaveal of human entrails Deterioration of grated genitals,

I want you all to myself Let our bodies do the talking I want you here in my arms We'll hide away in the dark Go and let your long hair fall I want you all, all, all to myself We don't need anyone else Let our shadows paint the wall Slip your hand in my

It's a shame These crazy things you do Run it over my skin like a cheap plastic knife

Grandpa was a carpenter He built houses, stores and banks Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes And hammered nails in planks He was level on the level And shaved even every door And voted for Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war Oh, grandpa wore his suit to