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PIXIE KILLERS LYRICS
"One Size Fits All" (1993)
1. Even A Sailor Can Go Wrong
2. I Recall Evil
3. Conscience
4. Lights
5. The Other Shore
6. Strubesnittersangen (throatcuttersong)
7. The 5 Minute Adventure
8. Introseduction
9. Poottah
1. Even A Sailor Can Go Wrong
I am a sailor
Got hair on my chest
Big tattooes of girls with wiggly breasts
I’ve been at sea
For more than ten months
Girls, the drinks are on me
God, I didn’t even know
The dikes were dudes
I think that’s too crude
The men were women
The world is moving too fast for all us seamen
The guys were gays
Hey, what can I say
The lady’s a gent
My name is Bent
We went to her room
Couldn’t get there too son
When she undressed
Made my mind a mess
I really started thinking
Were these my pleasures winking
Me goodbye
I started to cry
‘Cos the dikes were dudes
I think that’s too crude
The man was a woman
The world is moving too fast for all us seamen
The guys were gays
Hey, what can I say
The lady’s a gent
My name is Bent
I am a sailor lost in Thailand
I thought I had scored the big time
Now I’ve paid for what I don’t like
Now I’m gonna kill you – dike
I’ve been in action
For satisfaction
I couldn’t get none
I just didn’t come
My mind’s still not at ease
Because of that tease
Now I live with the sleaze
My sexlife’s in the freeze
I want a bitch
A bitch with some great big tits
I want a lady
A man would drive me crazy
I was in decay
Woman, you made my day
You’re heaven sent
My name is Bent
2. I Recall Evil
I saw your little sister in her sunday dress
She was not trying to seduce me, I confess
But like she dressed her dolls up put my mind at war
Her pink dress and Barbara curls made me want more and more
Birds sang, sun was shining over all
My ill part would stand or fall
Closing in but time is running out
Last thing you’ll hear will be her shout
I recall evil
Evil evil evil
One old lady taking me to paradise
I do not listen, all I see is her demise
I see her blood and guts spilled on the sidewalk here
She thought I was nice, she didn’t even fear
My ill will conquered now once again
She did not fit with my insanity
Closing in but time is running out
Last thing you’ll hear will be her shout
I seek help but end up killing it
My minds unease, doesn’t fit
Good men were lost in pools of blood
I try to fight but I’m giving up
I recall evil
Evil evil evil
I think that evil’s at its peak when I’m at work
They do not fear what they should in the surbs
Sane life hanging by a thread
My wife cut up into shreds
You don’t know what’s coming to you
Lights out, now you’re going gown
Down under
With me in the flames
Down under
See me again
Down under
I’m burning alone
Down under
With no one to hold
I’m all alone with my memory
And I recall, I recall evil
3. Conscience
< I am your conscience, I am not hard to find
But I don’t know you, I cannot see your face
< I save all memories, I’m here to guide your life
Don’t need your guidance, I like to run my own race
< All I can tell you, you better take my advice
Why don’t you leave me be, you make me feel like a waste
But out in the real world in the meantime
There waits a battle or a life of crime
Out in the real world, right on prime time
TV’s blowing up with a funny shine
Right down the alley in a poor town
There lives a man of whom you think a clown
Watch out the clown could be an evil man
He’s got a bomb, that might ruin your tan
But you only hear your own voice
You wouldn’t listen, but now you’ve got no choice
< Don’t overlook me, don’t let me fade away
I hear some voices, but they’re too distant for me
< You’ve got to listen, you can’t just lock me out
But how can I trust you, I cannot see your face
< You must do something before it’s too late
Don’t yell at me boy, I’m master of your fate
But out in the real world in the meantime
Clown and his bombs have ended all the crime
They threw the world through their needle’s wyw
No sins forgiven, no on e passes by
All your hopes, dreams thrown to the air
Radiation sickness, now you lose your hair
All og your coins in the wishing well
They were just wasted, now you go to hell
But you only hear your own voice
You wouldn’t listen, but now you’ve got no choice
Why wouldn’t I see
Life’s not just for me
I didn’t give a shit
Now I see that I just mustn’t quit
But now I open my eyes
In front of me, my life lies
I found my conscience
With it I’m gonna convonce
You to go through life
That’s right just turn your head
Look again, your best friend’s dead
While you choose to close your eyes
Your family, your girlfriend fry
Afraid to get the news
Afraid to get a bruise
Walk through life with your eyes closed
And while you do we all get roasted
Dance, yes dance the night away
But memories are here to stay
Ignorance is bad self defence
Knowledge will break down your fence
How soon will you realise
The anger in you soon will rise
Then it’s time to take your stand
Just rise up and face it like a man
4. Lights
Do you see the light
Shining
Through the cracks in the ceiling
Beautiful light
Look into the light
Blinded by the shine
Golden light with stains of life
Revealing beauty there’s no pain
Where is the pain
Swallowed up in ecstacy
Is it real or fantasy
Won’t return to reality
The mere thought brings insanity found
Shades of dark
Plague my mind
But there’s no evil around
Something’s closing in
Can feel the rope tightening
But nothing’s to be found
The shadow is getting clearer
It’s taking form
Mind’s getting restless
Feels so contentless
Losing grip, confess!
The light’s now turning red
As blood is being shed
You try to grab a hold
While you feel a sudden cold
Your flesh has been
Your mind is gone
Your bones won’t last for long
Your life you stole
Shortcut without dole
For that you lost your soul
Lost souls and forgotten minds
Picture’s cracking up
Starring at the sun
Searching for the light
They end up dead
5. The Other Shore
Take my hand, take me to the promised land
I’ll demise you everything that’s in my hand
You don’t say that you’ve heard it all before
Just you take me, take me to the other shore
I have seen what is to be seen in this life
I don’t think that I’m really fit for this fight
You say I’ve lived my life out of life
Don’t you judge my present, it’s not your past
I was minding my own thing
Killing being not on the hinch
Not myself or you or him
Just you keep out, don’t come into my...
Life, it’s none of your business
My life stays my own
I’m not in the mod for talking
To you or your friend
Your black suit and your bible
May stay your concern
It’s got nothing to do with me
Keep it out of my way
Now you’re gonna have to let me pass on
I got no time for you, watch out, I might have a gun
I don’t wanna sit here, listening to all your crap
I know what I know, why don’t you let me hit the track
I don’t want to live, that’s it
I can’t take it, all this shit
Blessings really not what I need
Death and silence’s what I breed in my life
Go away
And please stay
A long way
From this day
So I’m dead, got it the way I wanted
You couldn’t stop me with false messages and twisted tongue
Life on the other shore is really not a life
So don’t you ever listen, listen to that bunch of crap
Didn’t see heaven or hell
Didn’t find apples or fire
Numb is what it’s really like
But you can’t feel, you’ve got no life
6. Strubesnittersangen (throatcuttersong)
Now it’s quiet, now it’s still so still
There ends the horror, peace has come
What is the red, what is the knife
I hope there’s no hurt around
That wasn’t nice things to do
Was that the inside of you
I can’t feel, I can’t hear, all is distant now
I could say you’d been taken ill
But now it’s so still, so red
All over me, life’s at an end
No more fights, no more battles to lose
I felt like I just had to choose
Waking up is too hard, too cruel for me
I’d rather spend my life, behind these closed doors
Look what I’ve done, you made me do
It’s hard to believe, is it really true?
I try to erase this open wound
Turn back the clock, this wasn’t meant to be
This battle you just couldn’t win
You had to take the shortcut, but I got you, bitch
The doorbell’s ringing but there’s no one home
I can pretend, I won’t answer the door
I got it under control, they can’t do a thing
Are the curtains closed, no, they’re looking in
Oh no, they’ve seen me, but I thought I’d his so well
They’ve seen her too, they’re gonna think it’s me
Look they’re coming in; “this is private property”
I reach for my gun, I gotta get away
The hunt sets in, but I am way ahead
They won’t ever catch me, no I’m too strong
What the hell, what is going on
“Reach for your gun pal, cause you gotta go”
I’m going down
7. The 5 Minute Adventure
Woke up one night, three angels gathered round my bed
One pulling zits, one blowing nose at every chance
The third had his halo round his neck like a noose
Preaching evil things from a past yet to come
Colours turning, pictures started rolling
TV set on fire
Couldn’t reach it, couldn’t turn it off
The videos had all come alive
Jason coming through my window
Throw him away
Frankenstein with an axe
Throw him in the dump
The poltergeist no rolling round my house
“Hell man, I didn’t think Disneyland delivered that well”
Ghost train, I rode for free not moving out of bed
And all this time, zit squeezers watching over me
Norman’s moving in, mama by his side
Couldn’t look ‘em in the eyes
Michael Jackson lost his rotting arm
Later served with bacon, cream and cheese
I gotta throw up
Throw it in the air
Just gotta wake up before
They throw me down the drain
I reckon this is not a nice place to be
I’m down with zombies right up to my knees
I really wouldn’t choose this place to spend my life
I’d rather live where birds would sing, not shit and die
Waiter, I’m though with my story now
You can come up from that mouth of a cow
I will never drink like that again
Why don’t you just pour a special again
Never say die
8. Introseduction
In from the cold, the dark of light
One cannot tell which is the one
Hidden below, all covered up
The fog is hiding all you can’t see
Deep in the woods, the forest grounds
She come like a bird, a feather
Dust starts whirling up, darkness falls
A man like Paul would run like fucking hell
Even in the dark of day
Even in the light of night
You would not see to read this essay
If the stars weren’t so bright
Up from the pits, up from the cans
With screams of lust, pain and death
Out in the streets, the screams unheard
The screams stop before they reach the
Lady of mist, now wearing black
Is she alive or could this be the end
Amongst the trees, the look of doors
The doors where we will not ever know
Gasp a hole
Now I can breathe
No, it’s closing
Please let me out
Been to the end, now starting back
Maybe you know, maybe you don’t
What’s all behind, what is beneath
There is no telling, you must look for yourself
9. Poottah
Three men went out with their heads on quite right
To fight to get wild things in sight
Their ties not too lose, no time for a snooze
Their colour of skin, it was white
Their mission, in heat they should find
Wild beasts for Mr. Kite
His circus, it had no more visitors in sight
Not even a cat that could growl
But deep in the jungle, Chief Poot and his Ahs
They did not like unexpected guests
They had this game with caught ones who came
A sort of quiz, you could say
As days went by, their time ran short
There was not a pet around
They had to find more teeth and more claws
To satisfy the need of the Kite
To find all this stuff, the jungle grew deeper
And deeper and so it would seem
Chief Poot and his Ahs would soon be aware
That someone was way to close
Then late one night Sly Bronson was caught
His head was pointing south
The Ahs were there in less than a sec
Even Rambo wouldn’t stand a hope
Tied to the stick in the centre of all
Without his Bondwatch he was
He started to sweat, he started to cry
He didn’t even notice Chief Poot
With use of what they had, they got his tongue rolling
He couldn’t but tell their canmp palce
The Ahs and Chief Poot prepared for tomorrow
The beginning of the end
Tied to three sticks in the centre of all
Hundreds of Ahs were all around
Tension was rising as time it grew nearer
Time for the quiz
Chief Poot came into the arena
Quietness fell as monsoon
The first question asked: “Poottah or death?”
What poottah was, was not explained
But could it possibly be worse than death
Really no one could tell
Sly Bronson, the spaniard though had an idea
“Pootah the sentence for me!”
Fifty little black men came up from behind
Doing their thing up his rear end
Leaving him halfway to death
The question was put to D.J.
Gang bang
He also chose this pootah thing
But this time a hundred were there
Now if they doubled each time and they were enough
Your shit would be white for a couple of years
“Up your ass” Pal Bao thought “Just let me have death”
the Ahs started smiling so still
(Chief Poot nearing his body as the sentence was passed)
”DEATH BY POOTAH!”
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