DOG FASHION DISCO LYRICS

1. Leper Friend

Pretty faces, pretty hip.
Bodies hang to drain and drip.
So submit and let's pretend,
You're not a hollow charlatan.

Velcro whores they fill the streets,
Infecting everyone they meet.
The hourglass is karma's curse.
Each grain of sand is a universe.

Laser beams and cattle prods.
Sacrifices for the gods.
Divinities, orgasmic hymns,
Will fuck you with prosthetic limbs.

As ulcerations form,
They soon know they will lose fingers and toes.
Swollen ends and bloody gauze,
Curse us all.

I've watched you suffer,
For so long it seems.
And somehow I look the other way.
I've watched you fall apart
Like my leper friend.
And somehow I look the other way.

An outcast deprived of festal joy.
Prostration
It seems is here to stay.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh upon the throne.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh:

The cure for clinical depression is a lobotomy.

My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh upon the throne.
My limbless friend will die alone.
A torso of flesh:

I've watched you fall apart
Like my leper friend.
And somehow I look the other way.
I've watched you suffer,
For so long it seems.
And somehow I look the other way.

Leper, leper friend.

2. 9 To 5 At The Morgue

9 to 5 At The Morgue.
Within the pale white walls,
From 9 to 5
Day after day
I feel no more alive,
Than the stiff that lies the table before me.

Wake up too early to twist the key.
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee.
Pour myself a warm black existence.

We're 9 to 5.
Within the pale white walls,
From 9 to 5
Day after day
I feel so cold inside.
Like the stiff that lies the table before me.

Wake up too early to twist the key.
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee.
Pour myself a warm black existence.

9 to 5 at the morgue,
Overtime for the corpse.
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer.
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes.
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver.
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes.

9 to 5.

The truth is harsher than you think.
It's the hair that fills the sink.
Or the wrinkles around your eyes,
Until you're old and hypnotised.
9 to 5.

Die and die.
Die and draw flies.
Die and die.
Die and draw flies.

This day is never going to end for me.

The end is closer than you think.
So pour yourself another drink.
And don't let it get to you,
'Cos that's exactly what it will do.
9 to 5.

Die and die.
Die and draw flies.
Die and die.
Die and draw flies.

Wake up too early to twist the key.
Stumble on over to the Mr. Coffee.
Pour myself a warm black existence.

9 to 5 at the morgue,
Overtime for the corpse.
Hypnotised by the hum of the freezer.
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes.
Hypnotised by the pallid cadaver.
Hypnotised by the look in your eyes.

Stitch his lips and shut his eyes.
9 to 5 at the morgue.

3. Mushroom Cult

Mushroom Cult.
Kaleidoscope of love.
Ophidians dance as the shifting occurs.
We are stars and electric animals.
Nurtured by the mothers of prostitutes.

Floating in a mushroom universe.
Swimming in a sea of cyclostomes.
And as we surface through the tide,
You open up and I come inside.

I must be in limbo,
'Cos purgatory's always felt like home.

And as the world spins round and round,
We fornicate upon the cotton clouds.
That rain down sulphur smiles
On the children at play in the poppy fields.

Sinking for what seems like forever.
Like Atlantis into the sea.
To forget the shore and wash away,
Wash away my memory.

I must be in limbo,
'Cos purgatory's always felt like home.

Inside the moon lives the high priest of the mushroom cult.
Upon the altar are the ashes of the Pharisees.
I sold my soul,
Sold my soul,
Sold my soul away.
I'm free of guilt,
Free of sin,
Free of everything!

4. Antiquity's Small Rewards

Well the sky is black,
And everyone's on fire.
Neon lights and shallow graves,
Are all I see for miles.

Waiting in utopia,
To liberate the living dead.
Palm trees and antiquity.
Kool-aid and strychnine.

Well the clock is dead,
And everyone's on fire.
Neon lights and shallow graves,
Are all I see for miles.

Waiting in utopia,
To liberate the living dead.
Palm trees and antiquity.
Kool-aid and strychnine.

Sing with me in harmony
In evidence of your liturgy.
I am your god and I've never been so in love.
So spread your legs,
Close your eyes
And say a prayer for me.
Blow a kiss and make a wish.
You're going to heaven.
We're a happy family
And we belong together.

5. Headless

I,
I am coming,
I am coming to California to kill you I,
I am coming,
I am coming to rape and murder your family you,
You can try and run,
But there's nowhere left to hide.
I will follow the sun as it sets in the west
It will lead me right to you.

3000 miles and in L.A.
I can't wait to see the look on your face
As I put my gun up to your temple,
Pull the trigger that sends you back to hell.
You butchered my art and only to save a dollar,
Are you ready to die my friend?
Are you ready to confront the end?

Like Helter Skelter
And son of Sam.
By the days end you'll know who I am.
I spill your blood on the Hollywood Boulevard.

I won't rest until your headless.

You should have known
I would leave you helpless and alone.
You were born to be a dead celebrity.

6. Corpse Is A Corpse

A corpse is a corpse.
Of course it is.
Predetermined destiny,
Uncommon bond.
Don't be afraid to take my hand.
Walk with the dead beaten broken man.
A cult of me, a stain and feast the open brain.
The pleasures I indulge will pave a pathway to hell,
From an offset imbalance of membrane and cell.

And though you try and try and try to pull me down,
It's all been lies it's lies begat the lies again.
I'm not afraid, afraid of dying anymore.
Only I can set me free.
So turn and blame but don't you fuckin look at me.

It's over, it's over.

We've secretly replaced your pathetic existence with more pain
And anguish and suffering than one soul could possibly stomach.
So fasten your noose and enjoy your ride,
'Cos life is hell and then you die.

And though you try and try and try to pull me down,
It's all been lies it's lies begat the lies again.
I'm not afraid, afraid of dying anymore.
Only I can set me free.
So turn and blame but don't you fuckin look at me.

Decompose you maggot.
Now you'll shut the fuck up

7. Valley Girl Ventriliquist

Hermaphrodites with x-ray eyes,
Shapeshift into paradigms.
March like nazi's to a polka dirge,
To conjure the spirit of lucifer.
Virgin mongoloid.
Girlfriend mentally begins to bend.

Valley girl ventriloquists.
Move her lips and slash her wrists.

Ammonia sweet river,
Winged rats will take us there,
Anchored by the ledfish.
We are pregnant with animal joy.

Don't fall asleep or we'll mutilate your genitals.

A demon of a wet dream baptized in chlorine,
To a giesha with a syphilis smile
In a hollywood babylon.

Follow me to Shangri-La.
On the comet Hale-Bopp.

8. Pour Some Urine On Me

Urine love with a robot
With dysfunctional genitals and violent mood swings.
Urine love with an android queen
Sci-fi taboo, mistress machine.
You're an angel with horns and a dick.
You're an android and a manmade bitch.
While the devil's in the dirt
And the witch is on the sun.
This is fun.
This is fun and we've only just begun.

Open the floodgates and rain down on me.
Unhealthy and ugly.
Your fluid embalms the scenery.
Golden showers and acid rain.
Pee-pee and poetry.
Blue coma eyes.

I never want you to leave,
Because desire and longing
and hunger has got the best of me.
The sun creeps through the curtain.
It's almost as if you were dead.
Was it something I said?
The future's so bright,
Let's pull down the shades.
Pour some urine on me.

9. Vertigo Motel

You've got me hanging by my throat.
Swinging from a tree,
Swaying in the breeze.
As I die my eyes glaze over.
Swinging from a tree,
Swaying in the breeze.

In the silent twilight I heard the crickets cry.
As the holocaust horizon victimised the sky.
In the bowels of a small town spins a vortex of hell.
Neon red like the vacancy sign at the Vertigo Motel.

Won't you come and shatter my glass heart?
Inject black tar in my arteries.

You always knew just what to say,
From birth, deathbed into the grave.
I'm spinning.

Vital organs on the dance floor,
Gyrating to the beat.
As the ghost of the goat head wanders through the street.
Exacting revenge, he drowns his victims in a well.
For his murder 40 years ago at the Vertigo Motel.

Won't you come and shatter my glass heart?
Inject black tar in my arteries.

You always knew just what to say,
From birth, deathbed into the grave.

10. Cartoon Autopsy

Born in a cartoon of malicious riddles.
Castrated at the thought of moving pictures.
Mutating colours in the 3rd dimension.

Technicolor and amphetamines in another crime scene.

The lord of illustrated disenchantment,
He sleeps to dream up a conspiracy,
With many sugar coated alibis.

Technicolor and amphetamines in another crime scene.

We are anarchists of good taste.
We are terrorists of untruths.

Cartoon autopsy.
Animated effigy.

11. Pink Riots

Restroom magicians.
Mescaline visions.
Pink riots and pigmen in city streets.
And in the gutter, distorted colours.
At the end of the rainbow our copper turned gold.
In the discotheque the strobes pulsates,
As the punks and junkies masturbate.
Their burning bodies permeate in ecstasy and altered states.
All the pretty queers revolt in leather
As kings and queens forecast the weather.
Here come the vaudeville assassins,
High on cocaine and vitamins.
The city is alive tonight.
I am the owner of a curious organ,
You are the dogma of the porcelain angels.
Hypodermic boyfriend.
You'll never be forgiven.
Say goodbye and let him go.
Let him go.
The feminine police are crucified in bleach.
Dirty and diseased,
Unable to get clean.







DOG FASHION DISCO LYRICS