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PANIC LYRICS
"Demo '90" (1990 Demo)
1. Blackfeather Shake
2. Spider Desire
3. Pile O'Bones
1. Blackfeather Shake
Preoccupation in the head
With things you can’t change
Just something somewhere flyin’
High above the ground
Or far below
And drives you crazy – LIKE
Scum of the sky
A crow lies and steals and cheats
Like it’s nothin’
And cause they got no brains
Don’t matter they’re laughin’ at you
Just the same
Up on the telephone wire
Where you can’t get at ‘em
The skies are filled with crows
A sun blotted out
By the black winged maggots
Then they woke me up at five
And I thought about getting’ my gun
But there’s more damn crows
Than there are damn bullets
Schemin’, lyin’
Spy vs. spyin’
A crow always smokes
Your last cigarette
Every crow I’ve known
Drank way too much
Was a real bad tipper
And spit and stuff
Yeh a crow’s about as low
As you can get
Crows, I know
Think we are here
To make their lives a game
Who knows
Whose idea these crows were anyway
SHAKE BLACKFEATHER SHAKE
Call you up for drugs
Any time of night
Expect you not to be irate
SHAKE BLACKFEATHER SHAKE
A crow never cares
If the job gets done
Just as long as
He gets paid
SHAKE BLACKFEATHER SHAKE
Shit on your car
Stab you in the back
And then they laugh right in your face
Blackbird, monchingbird
Got your ravens
And your crows
How the hell can you
Tell them apart?
The crow’s the one
With the shit on his face
And the FUCKED UP PUMAS
Hangin’ out with his buddies
Pitchin’ penies in your backyard
I never trusted a crow
Even the ones I know
‘Cause every crow I’ve known
was a liar
if I thought I could
I’d wis ‘em away today
But until genocide
We’re gonna hafta HANG
SHAKE BLACKFEATHER
SHAKE BLACKFEATHER SHAKE
The bird’s a pain in the ass
Of the human race
SHAKE BLACKFEATHER
SHAKE
2. Spider Desire
Spider Desire
Some illusions are not real
It's amazing what your mind
can make you see
it's amazing the things you feel
Just close your eyes
and think of something
that you never thought before
'cause there's eight legs
makin' their way across
the kitchen floor
Reds, greens, blues, magenta
Bill Bennett smokin'
a bowl of placenta
No perception of time, of space
look in the mirror
please just don't be
the same look on your face
Drop to the valley below
Do you truly believe
there's a white cane dry spider
crawlin' outta your girlfriends nose
Just realize
those trippin' images
that you find
are just insectual and blind
All inside your mind
Now tell me Mr. Spider
with your pink & purple dots
Surely you are not for real
surely you are just a htought
maybe not...
You're walkin around
like a zombie
in a thick lysergic daze
Your Uncle Harry's been dead
over 14 years
so why's he lookin' at you
that way
Drive 800 miles in an outomobile
ya got a sheet in a paper sack
with a picture of Nancy Reagan
on the back
No shit, no tricks
IT'S JUST PSYCHEDELICS
Get in the fire
SPIDER DESIRE
It's all around you
ten-pound tarantulas
The things that often
seemed too much
have vanished in the dust
of a thousand widows
And though it often seemed as such
they just dont seem to
touch you anymore.
3. Pile O'Bones
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