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Goth Idiots - Intro
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we went out to the dark carnival to strut our stuff downtown
after we learned some new dance moves online,so we could really shake it around
but we saw people & they were smiling so we had to kick them out
cuz if you're dressed in black & grinning it makes me wanna shout:
Chorus:
DARK WAVE DANCERS DON'T SMILE
we only feel agony & despair
DARK WAVE DANCERS DON'T SMILE
we musn't look like we care
then we head out to go shopping for more mesh shirts to expose,
our pierced nipples & our tattoos to accessorize our dark clothes
we flaunt sinister vibes & macabre moods to set the flavor of the night,
then we hang out at Denny's drinking Java sweet & light
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my love for you rides out on the raven'a wings
so delicate & gossamer like a plate of onion rings
covered in a think & decadent golden batter
my affectionate kisses will warm you up & my grattitude doth splatter
an angel cries out in anguish in your ethereal garden
my latex cloak,apparently broke my embarrassment you must pardon
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i went out to the dance club to my dark bidding
then i stepped into the rest room to do some dark shitting
i saw a deal go down & it looked so deliciously inviting
so i threw some money down even though it seemed so frightening
Ch:
it was enchanting,the night was electric
but it lead to de-pants-ing & became quite hectic
a month had passed & i had my fill of that magic powder
so i flushed the rest of my excess & made some clam chowder
i put on some Cocteau Twins cuz i wanted to relax
but by nightfall the evil came & our block was under attack
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many local lads in town had gone to a fair,& they played a game there,
they threw ping pong balls in a jar,& when the game was won,those who won
got baby alligators in a tiny bowl
but when their time expired,their parents flushed them down the toilet & a cycle had begun
the gators grew in the sewers subsisting on whatever they found
including the research chemicals i flushed down
these reptiles were strong & fierce
& their antics caused tears
tripping gators in my hood
& the townspeople never understood
sewer dwelling tripping gators,as i watched in terror
snacking on raw,ripe smelling tomatoes
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i've been beating off boys since the 5th grade,
i don't deny it
i give 'em pleasure & joy,& i'm not ashamed
don't knock it til you try it
i like to park in cars & hike my skirt up
in hopes to get laid
i like to flirt in bars & act like a slut
because i like it,not to get paid
chorus:
beatin' off
bouncin' up
goin' down
& i give it a suck(repeat all of chorus)
i like to strut my stuff & flaunt my wares
like i'm the Queen
i like to style my muff like i just don't care
& i rule this scene
all the T-Girls & i,we must unite
& take over the land
let's shake our itty bitty titties
& bounce our pretty brown eyes
til they all understand
repeat chorus
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racing cars in the wind
total disregard of life
facing jars to piss in
stir it hard w/ a knife
American Culture's so stupid
all the men have an Ex-wife
European vultures have no kin
all struggle & strife
the concrete wall's closing in
the scientist ain't too bright
the lioness exposing sin
& my pants are too tight
Dr. Pretori likes his gin
& to fly his kite
this allegory,you can't win
& we dance all night
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an enchanted bowl of alphabet soup
spelled out a warning of impending doom
“the world will end” appeared before a small child home sick from school
the child’s mother panicked at the sight of the ghoulish sentence and crumbled some saltine crackers to cover it up
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in a field
we lay amongst the tall dead grass
and let our minds decay
becoming one with the soil
or perhaps we see the sunset
bleaching our eyelids
with its hatred and contempt
the world spits at us
we wear dark sunglasses that the spit bounces off of and splatters on a worm
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time stalks us
but we have fangs
so time is dead meat
the sky will open up tomorrow
and allow us to hurtle through the cosmos
crashing into a broken toaster that is stuck inside some black hole
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a war in days of old
pitted neighbor against neighbor
weapons were forged from the blood of phantasms
the blades were as sharp as jagged glass
at once life left the village
and was replaced by some sort of wild bird that could see into the future
and it could also clean itself with a washcloth
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a dehumidifier captures the moist air
and thereby inadvertently imprisons a swamp ghoul
born of the mist and dense horrid air
vapours of the swamp fill our lungs
and at once our bodies are overtaken by a witch who is high on quaaludes
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a shadow with wings haunts the midnight air
with its special blend of black magic and toothpaste born of the undead
a glow hums
beneath the thicket where only possessed toads roam
beliefs are shattered with the long arm of death’s embrace and peach sherbet
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Bauhaus U.K. - The Book
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on a shelf
a lonely book holds secrets not meant to be known by mortals
an old man’s hand occasionally brushes against the book, but it is never taken down from the shelf
there it sits until the old man finally dies and it is donated to a library book sale
since it is a cookbook, it will never be sold
the world is now safe from its horrible mystery
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Bauhaus U.K. - My Hands
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who’s hands are these?
they don’t feel like mine
they are doing things i don’t want them to do
they’re making shapes now
why do hands do things like that?
let’s go to a graveyard now and i’ll stop talking about my hands
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money is to be despised
it cannot be thrown away
but it can buy an album
by specimen or crispy ambulance
the purchase of a southern death cult t-shirt is another good way to be rid of those accursed pieces of paper
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