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DANCE CLUB MASSACRE LYRICS
"Feast Of The Blood Monsters" (2006)
1. Jdios Mio! El Diablo Es Muy Picante
2. Meet Me In the Pub For A Shot of Dignity
3. Devon Butler's Dying Wishes
4. You Know...You Kind of Look Cute In the Dark
5. Don't Mourne For Me...Organize
6. Wet Between the Thighs
7. Murders Come With Smiles
8. The Duchess and the Cougar
9. Showdown In San Antonio
10. You Bring the Bitches, I'll Bring the Dynamite
11. You're What the French Call "Les Incompetents"
1. Jdios Mio! El Diablo Es Muy Picante
2. Meet Me In the Pub For A Shot of Dignity
3. Devon Butler's Dying Wishes
4. You Know...You Kind of Look Cute In the Dark
5. Don't Mourne For Me...Organize
6. Wet Between the Thighs
7. Murders Come With Smiles
Drink up my dear, your time has come.
can you feel the darkness rising above you?
you're not going home tonight.
just speak these words, "theres no place like home".
now you're mine and no one else can please me but you.
ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together, for tonights main attraction has arrived.
snap. stomp. clap. fuck.
the four true demandments hold true.
i suppose i'll ask you to dance.
join me for a smoke outside i says.
this i tell myself, might bring opportunity.
i'm so lame today.
relax, this is just a detour.
look at her she's so fine.
beat me if you can, survive if i let you.
now i know why you listen to poison, my little rose, my little thorn...
life should be more like nba jam t.e.
when all is lost you can still hit a nine pointer in the clutch
8. The Duchess and the Cougar
9. Showdown In San Antonio
Hey im the champion of good times and funk
so move your feet and lets pawn these tragedies. tell me whats on your mind these days.
i may not give a fuck now, but later?
yes im cool as tex haywood and im fly like futureman
and i was just thinking we should do it sometime. theres no reason for us to stop.
the car is parked and the mood is sinking,
so we'll take things slow.
soon enough i will indulge myself.
this is an adventure place.
your hands on my flesh.
does this taste familiar? or have you come to realize a certain truth your plague is your profession
10. You Bring the Bitches, I'll Bring the Dynamite
11. You're What the French Call "Les Incompetents"
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