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NOTRE DAME LYRICS
"Demi Monde Bizarros" (2004)
1. The Thing.../Munsters!
2. The Ride/My Ride Into Afterlife
3. The Stripper
4. Verbal Diarrhoea
5. Bon Voyage Mutherfucker!
6. The Master, The Servant And The Slave
7. Beyond The Threshold Of Pain
8. Hitmusic For Hitmen
9. Demi Monde Bizarros
10. S/S Hellride
11. These Boots Are Made For Walking (Bonus Live)
12. The World Is Sick...And So Are We (Bonus Live)
1. The Thing.../Munsters!
Wake up before it's tool ate
they're making a munster
soon now they're sealing our fate
they're making a munster
Patchwork and stitches like Frankenstain.
Electrical shock trough the spine!
wake up before it's too late
they're making a munster
Munster-Munster-Munster!
Munster-Munster-Munster!
Papers get lost in the mist
when making a munster
A Product of mad scientists
they're making a munster
cleaning the closet from skeletons
and cover up scandels and scars
selling their fable-like farce
they're making a munster
Munster-Munster-Munster!
(who are the real monsters?)
Munster-Munster-Munster!
now is the time to be strong
theyere making a munster
and face hwat's in fact's going on
they're making a munster
People believe every word they say
they must think we're made out of clay
hey! Sleepwalkers! now it's too late
the nightmare's begun
Munster-Munster-Munster!
2. The Ride/My Ride Into Afterlife
I went to satan, to live my life
I tried to lure him into making me a wife
A young and horny to bare my child
I went to Satan!
My ride into Into afterlife
I ride into afterlife
please help me Satan to find a bride
nobody wants me and my time is running out
must have an offspring, before I die
please help me Satan!
My ride into Into afterlife
I need a womand, I have no womb.
I need to sow my seed before I get entombed
It's not contagious, I am doomed
I need a woman .. soon
I'm only mortal, as you can see
I am the last in a distinguished family
It seem I'll cut down that family tree.
Make me immortal .. now!
the hearafter awaits me
I'm so looking forward to leave
3. The Stripper
No No No!
Doctor doctor, I'm going crazy
In the neon red light
I'm a stripper and I just love it
it just can't be ...right
Exhibitionistic nature,
narcisist, you tell me
I just love to see their faces
as I give 'em ..me
I don't know why
I don't know why - I don't
No No No!
Doctor, doctor, this can't be healthy
it feels good but is bad
especially last Tuesday when I
saw some friends of my dads
I'm an anti-sexual creature,
I just thought you should know
Oh please Dr, Mr doctor
what am I gonna do?
I don't know what - I don't
I don't know why
I don't know why - I don't..
No No No!
WHY?
4. Verbal Diarrhoea
Makes no sense, don't even rhyme
I can say whatever cause this song is mine..
Maybe you're right - I'm full of it, shit..it..it
it's just verbal diarrhoea
no no!
It's just verbal diarrhoea
no no!
Nag nag nag - the bitch is back
prayed that she would die from a heart attack
what am I sayin! oh nevermind..
Oh! It's just verbal diarrhoea
no no!
"Is alcohol a laxative for the tongue-tied, the
nervous and the shy. We drink ourselves
pretty, outspoken and bold. All the shit
that's inside must come out.. blah!"
Just who do I think I am
Andy Warhol's ghost with a master plan
when you gotta go - you gotta go..
It's just verbal diarrhoea - realize it's suicide
Cheating Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
what do I mean? Oh don't ask me..
it's just verbal diarrhoea
no no!
It's just verbal diarrhoea
5. Bon Voyage Mutherfucker!
6. The Master, The Servant And The Slave
I have been dumped..on, and it stinks!
and I've pissed off .. and on,..
by the masteer, the servant and the slave
I have been dumped..on, and it stinks!
and I've pissed off ..and on,..
by the master, the servant and slave
Dirty, Nasty, Filthy - Me!
Dirty, Nasty, Filthy - Me!
7. Beyond The Threshold Of Pain
Beyond the treshold of pain, pain, pain
pain, pain, pain
Beyond the treshold of pain, pain, pain
pain, pain, pain
Beyond the treshold of pain,
Beyond the treshold of pain, pain, pain
pain, pain, pain
Beyond the treshold of pain, pain, pain
pain, pain, pain
Beyond the treshold of pain, pain, pain
pain, pain, pain
PAIN!
8. Hitmusic For Hitmen
hello kids my name isss..
Hit Hit Hit!
I have been dumpd,
On and it stinks
And I been ripped off, raped
by the Hitman, Hitman, Hitman!
Hit Hit Hit!
I have been dumped
On and it stinks
And I been fucked up, fucked!
So Hit me, Hit me, Hit me!
Hit Hit Hit!
9. Demi Monde Bizarros
Party their heads off with the queers of noise
All the decadent beauties and uglies -
flatters the host litterly kiss his ass
it's a favour he gladly returns!
Goes by the nick name Saddam De Sade
got a closet that's more a graveyard
Mingle with artists and prostitutes
It's a trade off for the Vanity fair..
We back up their orgies with music as
the houseband "Demi monde bizarros!"
they partying non stop for 120 days.
And barely no one is let out alive!
I sing "we are all just prisoners here..."
They do fornicate to Hotel California
The host is tied up in perverted acts
and as usual it gets out of hand..
spank you and goodnight!
10. S/S Hellride
11. These Boots Are Made For Walking (Bonus Live)
You keep saying, you've got something for me
something you call love but confess
You've been messin' where you shouldn't been messin'
and now someone else is getting all the best.
These are made for walking
and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna
walk all over you!
You keep lying when you oughta be truthin'
you keep losing when you oughta not bet
you keep samin' when oughta be changin'
what's right is right but ain't been right yet!
These are made for walking ad that's just what
they'll do. One of these days these boots
are gonna walk all over you!
You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing
and you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt - Ha!
Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches
and what he knows you ain't got time to learn
These are made for walking
and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna
walk all over you!
Are you ready boots, start walking
12. The World Is Sick...And So Are We (Bonus Live)
The wurld is sick! sick-sick-sick
The wurld is sick! sick-sick-sick
The wurld is sick! sick-sick-sick
And so are we!
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