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Intro (Nom, Nom, Nom)
00:40
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Born out of a nuclear bomb
Brings the storm after the calm
Say your prayers and sing your psalms
Nom Nom Nom
Breached the shorelines of Japan
One-Twenty Million turned and ran
Beginning of the end of man
R. Bell
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2. |
You Got Me Hummin'
01:41
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Bad Luck Charm
02:42
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Bad Luck Charm
As the undertaker for the county morgue
I seen all manner of things, make your hair turn gray
When my true love, the only girl I adored
Danced with the devil and he whisked her away
To see her lying there on that cold, hard slab
Was almost too much for this man to take
Grabbed my heart, punched it and gave it a stab
Nailed it to a cross with a railroad stake
And then SHE walked in, dropped off a cadaver
My mind set to sin, knew I had to have her
Sweet little succubui, morbid mate for the men who buy the farm But that’s my fate, ‘cause she’s my little bad luck charm
Now I look forward to days when lives are cut down
Tragic events bring my babe ‘round
The doors swing open, there’s my queen
Gives me a stiff, know what I mean
Just a luckless lover with career in macabre Thought it my destiny to never love again What I once enjoyed was now just a job Happiness eludes me on material plane Then I met her, inamorata taboo Femme fatale to fund my lease on life A heavenly creature with some hellish tattoos I’m her loving letch, she’ll be my wicked wife
And then SHE walked in, dropped off a cadaver
My mind turns to sin, knew I had to have her
Sweet little succubui, morbid mate for the men who buy the farm But that’s my fate, ‘cause she’s my little bad luck charm
The voodoo firl of mine, a devil in disguise Angel of mercy, evil eyes A fiery temper, smoking’ bod loves you to death, shovels the sod
My little bad luck charm
R Bell 9/19/07
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Sin City Dames
02:09
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Sin City Dames
Took one of my girls out on a dinner date
She must have been famished, she devoured her plate
Then she worked on me with a zest and zeal
And was gone in the morning, looking for her next meal
I woke with a rash and some nasty bites
Who the hell did I bed last night?
Sin City Dames (4*)
Drove by this little number walking Freemont Street
Offered her a ride to get her off of her feet
All night long she was eager to please
Then she lifted my wallet and stole my car keys
Now I’m pissing fire, head hung over from drinking
What in Christ’s name was I thinking?
No lies, no names, no ties, no games No guilt, no blame, If she’s good, I’m game
Sin City Dames (4*)
SOLO
Went into church to see a spiritual guide
Said a prayer for myself, then I stepped inside
Seems the nun wanted ‘some’ in the confessional
I says, “baby do you think this is professional”?
We climax to Hail Marys and Our Fathers
Why in Gods name do I even bother?
No lies, no names, no ties, no games No guilt, no blame, If she’s good, I’m game
Sin City Dames (4*)
R. Bell
12/27/07
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Train Wreck
02:15
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Train Wreck
Compared to the new models, she shows her age
Compared to other train yards, she’s a wreck
A sight to make sore eyes, well it may come as some surprise
That I let her lay those tracks around my neck
She’s my repressed, smoking, drinking, depressed co-dependant dame
She’s a dream with no self-esteem, that’s why she shares my name
So I’ll love her as long as I am able
She turns me on when she drinks me under the table
This arrangement works out for the both of us
Yeah, well she gets hers and I gets mine
It may be my downfall, but I’m here for the long haul
I’m riding her to the end of the line
She’s my repressed, smoking, drinking, depressed co-dependant chick
When it comes to unemployed bums, my gal could take her pick
I’ll love her as long as I am able
She turns me on when she drinks me under the table
I don’t ask no questions, and she don’t tell no lies
You might think me callous to call her loose
But I know where she’s goin’ when I hear that whistle blowin’
Another train’s pulled up to her caboose
She’s my repressed, smoking, drinking, depressed co-dependant dear
An early grave the way she behaves, that’s why I’m staying here
I’m taking good care of my honey
She’s ugly as sin, but she’s got some lovely money
I’m taking good care of my honey
She’s ugly as sin, but she’s got beautiful money
1/6/06
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You're Gonna Burn
02:53
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You’re Gonna Burn
Remember we were young,
You would have your fun at my expense
Pushed me to the brink,
And never think about the consequence
Stole from her purse, you were the worst,
Yet momma liked you best
Said it’s my fate, slept with my dates,
Adding to your conquests
Calling up old friends to make amends
But you’ll never learn
Racking up your bad karma alarmed ya,
Now you’re concerned… You’re gonna burn (4x)
Your dishonest devotion got the promotion,
And my ass canned
From the praises I’d say, that was the day
My work put you in demand
Just because you’re dying,
Don’t expect to see me crying and forget
I’ve been waitin’ and wishin’ for this position,
To watch you sweat
(Chorus)
Isn’t it ironic, now you’re calling me demonic
‘cause I refuse to behave, while I am dancing on your grave
so you think…
Calling old friends to make amends
Will right those spurned
Well I’m here to tell you brother, cause its obvious
You haven’t learned… You’re gonna burn (2x)
Now the tables have turned, you’ve never learned,
and you’re gonna burn
R. Bell
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Gonna Find A Cave
01:57
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8. |
Sick Sick Six
01:40
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Sick Sick Six
A street whore with the chemical woes,
Knocked up by an narc in plainclothes
Sextuplets are born to the world,
A date with the state for this underage girl
Six kids with a violent streak,
Running wild while foster parents turn their cheeks
Three and three kids remaining aloof,
Constant teasing ‘bout their horns and cloven hooves
Children with no shame, Kids only in name
The only ones to blame, the sick sick six
Six kids not right in the head,
Fun and games always ends up in bloodshed
A half-dozen with a single plan,
Each one destined to become the boogeyman
Six kids from that place below,
A few thieves and a serial killer in tow
Six fucked off down to the pub,
Find a sacrifice worthy of Beelzebub
And I can foresee those damned three and three
Unfortunately are coming for me
Seven levels of hell Is where we will dwell
Ain’t right, ain’t fair, but they have room to spare
SOLO (over verse)
Children with no shame, Kids only in name
Toddlers who became the sick sick six, the sick sick six
R. Bell 2-21-14
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Gentleman Of Four Outs
03:08
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Gentlemen of Four Outs
A rusty guts down-and-out
Gentleman of four outs
Disheveled flag of distress
Hopeless look of his dress
Croons his verses of love
Tunes the old cow died of
Romance and bonhomie
Just became cold coffee
Bone box spouting his moral indiscretions
Other men’s rips are the ones that he’s undressin’
Rusty guts down-and-out
Gentleman of four outs
Still he’s quite a charmer
Dash-fire was his armor
Caught a few nose enders
On married women benders
Took a husbands full wrath
Now he takes a dirt bath
Colts teeth nipped many ears, popped many corks
Owned the town, ‘til he laid down his knife and fork
R. Bell
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Shame On The Family
03:47
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Shame on the family
From this family, shame upon her. She has brought us great dishonor
Violence insures compliance. A strong message to stop defiance
Merciful act stops this phase. Women adopting western ways
We’ll restore standing, Allah willing. Rectify with honor killing
Shafilia was the eldest daughter, murdered by her parents
For rejecting an arranged marriage and her choice of clothes
On the surface, this doesn’t seem to make much sense
But this was the path that poor Shafilia chose
A person without honor’s like an animal. Expectations to fulfill, our ideology
Tried in vain to disavow, I’m afraid we can’t allow…S-H-A-M-E on the family
Oghad Singh left her husband, moved back to her birth place
Began to date again for she was feeling down
Never once considered how she gave her parents disgrace
Until they took her head and had to march it thru the town
CHORUS
Banaz had a relationship her dad did not approve of
Her brother and father arranged a murder to show
That ol’ saying “a woman shamed is like rotting flesh”
But that same flesh sure helps the garden to grow
CHORUS
From this family, shame upon her. She has brought us great dishonor
Violence insures compliance. A strong message to stop defiance
Merciful act stops this phase. Women adopting western ways
We’ll restore standing, Allah willing. Rectify with honor killing
R Bell 2014
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The Sharpest Claws
01:45
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12. |
Properly Medicated
01:34
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Properly Medicated
I’m spent, trying to please, my body numb
Mimic the motions, but I can’t come
I’m wrong and you’re a tease, no happy end
You bear your soul and I’ll pretend
Love me, I need constant validation
The audience becomes my medication
Been struggling since birth, I have no self-worth
Spend half my life in a chemical sedation
I’m dead, get off your knees, it’s time to go
Thank you for feeding my ego
I’m shot, with gaping wounds and roadway rash
You mop the blood, I’ll get the cash
Love me, I need constant validation
The audience becomes my medication
Been living in a dream, I have no self-esteem
Spend half my life on a chemical vacation
I’m spent, trying to please, my body numb
Mimic the motions, but I can’t come
I’m wrong and you’re a tease, no happy end
You bear your soul and I’ll pretend
Love me, I need constant validation
The audience becomes my medication
But crowds, they never please, A club full of cock tease
Fueling my desire for self-sedation R. Bell 2-21-14
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13. |
Tension!
01:59
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Abused strings call for intervention, creating some tension!
Ears respond with apprehension, heightening the tension!
R. Bell
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The Great Caucasian Migration
I don’t like the way he looks
I’ve read about his kind in books
Lawn chairs in the yard, drinking libations
With their pistolas in the air, Cinco de Mayos and street fairs
They’re the ones that fuel this caucasian migration
Just because I cross the street
So you and I don’t have to meet
Does not mean I don’t understand you’re plight
So he wants to legalize his marriage to another guy
What do I care, hey at least he’s white
I’ve been outnumbered by these folks that I’ve kept down
Looks like I’ll have to pack up, move my family out of town
We’ll build community based on our ethnicity
Put our own in office, pass the laws
To protect, and yes, to serve, as long as we feel you deserve
The house responds with thunderous applause
I’ve been outnumbered by those folks who mow my lawn
I really don’t care what they do, soon I’ll be gone
If these words have left your throat
Looking for the world’s scapegoat
Shame on you, racist provocateur
The only thing worse than hate and ignorance you propagate
Is just standing by and letting it occur
R. Bell 2-21-14
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Bags Of Bones
02:22
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Bags of Bones
White, black, red skin- BAGS OF BONES
Rock star, has been- BAGS OF BONES
Popular or all alone, we’re all just flesh suit BAGS OF BONES
Loser, winner BAGS OF BONES
Saint or sinner- BAGS OF BONES
Apt to forgive or throw your stones, it makes no difference BAGS OF BONES
(Rhythmic oohs or doos here)
Perspective is meant to filter content
While the ego feeding tends to cloud judgement
From birth to grave, our memories we lament
But it’s a fate we can’t escape or prevent
Gays or breeders- BAGS OF BONES
Slaves or leaders- BAGS OF BONES
Wade right in or stepping stones, all roads lead to BAGS OF BONES
Starter, quitter- BAGS OF BONES
At peace, bitter- BAGS OF BONES
Immediately or postponed, don’t wait too long you BAGS OF BONES
(Rhythmic oohs or doos here)
Perspective is meant to filter content
While the ego feeding tends to cloud judgement
From birth to grave, our memories we lament
But it’s a fate we can’t escape or prevent
Dyin’, livin’- BAGS OF BONES
Damned, forgiven- BAGS OF BONES
Good with God or on your own, the soil unites us
the soil unites us (*4)
BAGS OF BONES (*4)
R Bell 5/28/2014
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Outro (Shame, Shame)
01:35
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We birthed the beast, but take no blame
A creature we can’t hope to tame
With massive tail and fearsome flame
Shame, Shame
Heads of state band to conspire
Each one is a bigger liar
For this, we deserve his ire
R. Bell
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The Psyatics Las Vegas, Nevada
“Rock and roll as noise pollution. Glorious, glorious noise pollution!”- Jason Bracelin
LV Review
Journal
Post-punk, surf, jazz and garage from Las Vegas, NV
Rob Bell- Vox/Bass
Jack Ball- Gtr
Rick Coffee- Gtr
Ron Hudy- Drums
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