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CiTiEs In DuSt

 
Gave me a cat that can hiss
Started with a lick and a kiss
As she said with a grin
As she wiped off her chin
You know its got to get better than this
 
Stuffing my bones in a box
Spanking's and changing the locks
As she said with a smile
I'll simply drive you senile
I'll make you wear my pink frilly socks
 
Submission, submit, submit, submission
 
Stick your needle in my eye
You croon to me a lullaby
Its a familiar tune
I must of sang it to you
Now I'm rotting and waiting to die
Feeling a little bit queer
Your raping was a bit insincere
Your DC. grown
You got a farm of your own
And you branded me like one of your steer's
 
Stuffing my bones in a box,
Spanking's and changing the locks
Feeling a little bit queer
Your raping was a bit insincere
As she said with a grin, As she wiped off her chin
She said welcome to my world of submission
 
Yes my world of submission
 

 

 
I got a note from Jesus, he says that I'm the one
And you should give me all your money, so I can have some fun
He put me on the T.V., so you can dial in
You can find me chillin' at your local ATM
 
Sunset and Curson at twenty after three
Cloe from my Jr. high was holding up a tree
She said she was a model and was working all the time
I gave her thirty dollars then she started sucking mine
 
Chop it off, chop it off
 
You terminate the cancer before it grows a smile
Chop it off, chop it off
 
If you think that's beautiful, it must have been awhile
Chop it off, chop it off
 
Everything is wonderful, everything is fine
Chop it off, chop it off
 
You can wear the idiot hat cause your just in denial
 
Talking on the porcelain phone, feeling kinda chic
No one seems to hear me, cause the signals sorta week
This is not a problem, I can quit at any time
If you leave a bag for me I'll be your valentine
 
You say that he's prince charming and he's the perfect guy
But if you ever look at me he'll poke out both your eyes
I can see the love there, its written on your skin
It says that your the punching bag, can you hear my violin
  To the top
 

 

 
Kiss me before you do me
Miss me before you lose me
Lick me before you chew me up
And spit me out
 
I find it so exciting
Touching your silver lining
Like I've never touched before
 
Skin tight skin
Your skin tight skin
 
Makes me nervous and grin
It makes me live, love, lie
Better than I ever did
 
Lift me before you drop me
Give me a sign that you want me
Twist me before you screw me up
And knock me out
 
(What'cha got for sin...)
(That depends... on what you got in mind...)
  To the top
 
 

 

 
I say its time, you let me breath
I've made my wish and I want what belongs to me
I've lit the wick and you still wont answer me
I've said my prayers now god don't patronize me
 
I'm not gonna hang like him
(I'm not gonna hang like Jesus)
I'll just leave the sliver in
(I'm not gonna hang like him)
I'm not gonna hang like him
(I'm not gonna hang like Jesus)
I'll just sit and drip within
 
I'm melting
Said seven hail Mary's now I'm kissing ass
I'm melting
Said twenty our fathers now I take them back
 
Am I getting sick of this solicitation, yeah
Your reverential puke has made my life one big defecation
You expect me to sit and spin while I bleed
I'm dissolving into nothing as you throw the flame on me
  To the top
 

 

 
 
The object of my burning desire
Is to eliminate all the sickos, weirdos, queers and the liars
I've got a full blown arsenal
Of anything deadly imaginable
 
And I'm not afraid to die
 
It's a four alarm case of concern
I'm gonna slash, smash, crash and burn
Kill everything in my sight
 
I've got the answer, I've got the plan
Its a free fuckin' weapons giveaway program
In the name of god, I'm the son of Sam
Its a free fuckin' weapons giveaway program
 
The concept of my insanity
Is to exterminate all the misfits that infest society
Lock in loaded up, ready to go
There's no turning back I've lost control
 
Armageddon has arrived
 
The hour has come you better say your prayers
I'll shoot you down without a care
As I look into your eyes
 
I'm gonna go psycho, I've got the plan
Its a free fuckin' weapons giveaway program
Its the only way don't you understand
Its a free fuckin' weapons giveaway program
 
Dance mother fucker
 
I'm gonna go psycho, I've got the plan
Its a free fuckin' weapons giveaway program
In the name of god, I'm the son of Sam
Its a free fuckin' weapons giveaway program
I've got the answer, I've got the plan
Its a free fuckin' weapons giveaway program
Its the only way don't you understand
Its a free fuckin' weapons giveaway program
  To the top
 

 

 
 
When I was young I'd sit and swing in the sunshine
Then I'd fall and cry
I'd love to play with the pretty things that I'd find
And roll my eyes
 
As fast as I came I went the long way home
It gave me time to think
That I'm only splitting pink
And maybe I'm just bored
 
You know the darker the meat the sweeter the juice
Finding ecstasy, it changes you
 
I'm just getting older
My tongue is turning black
Time creeping over my shoulder
My eye's are turning black
 
Its never enough to slip and slide in loves eye
Yes, I'd rather cry
I'd love to make those pretty things that I find
Really come alive
 
And just as I came I went the wrong way home
I'd love to find the meaning of the torture that I'm dreaming
Maybe there's no hope
 
I'm just getting older
My lips are turning black
Time creeping over my shoulder
My eyes are turning black
  To the top
 

 

 
We're two of a kind
I love to hate you hate to love
We're two of a kind
I love to hate you hate to love
I get to feel like this
While you peel it back
 
I'm dead inside
I rest in pieces all the time
You get feel my spit
When my drool attacks
I get to feel your split
When I glue it back
 
Prick
 
I'll bleed the lover
You the one will suffer
As you discover
Maybe I'm just a prick
Are you seeking cover
My hate burns like rubber
As you discover
Maybe I'm just a prick
 
One eye for an eye
Every dog will have his day
One eye for an eye
Cause every bitch she gets her way
I get to feel like shit
While you sit and laugh
You get to feel it stick
When it bounces back
 
My depression dies
Just when I inflict you pain
My obsession cries
Out and only for you maim
You get to feel the sick
I got to feel in the past
You get to feel the prick
I get to sit and laugh
  To the top
 

 

 
The fear of my fate is crippling me to my knee's
Crush you to powder, find it to hard to breath
The weight of the world is falling upon my shoulders
A waste of our past lies in the rubble burnt and smoldered
You say I don't need no, I don't need no help
Living in this suffercation
 
You say I don't need no, I don't need no help
Dying in suffercation
 
For all the million ways that I have sinned
I'm scorned the leper from my mind within
Loser, accuser of hate and mistrust
Takes my mental jewelry to the point of rust
 
For all the times that I have loved to hate
I love to hate you, I love to make you, hate me to
For all the sticks and stones that we have thrown
Grind the gears of our fears, they shriek and groan
  To the top
 

 

(Siouxsie & the Banshees)
 
Water was running Children were running
You were running out of time
Under the mountain A golden fountain
Were you praying at the Lares Shrine?
 
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
 
We found you hiding We found you lying
Choking on the dirt and sand
Your former glories and all the stories
Dragged and washed with eager hands
 
But oh your city lies in dust, my friend
 
Hot and burning In your nostrils
Pouring down your gaping mouth
Your molten bodies Blanket of cinders
Caught in the throes......
 
And your city lies in dust
  To the top
  Return to the gates....