DOG FASHION DISCO LYRICS

1. Love Song For A Witch

I fell in love with a blue faced girl as I fell to my knees at the crossroads,
She descended to earth in a plastic bubble speaking in tongues of false prophets,
Ugly as sin and possessed beyond hope we made love as we flew through the sky,
Cursed to one day crash and burn because we fly so goddamned high,

To my surprise she was a witch from Salem Massachusetts,
A high priestess of the occult in the church of Satan,
A demon and unholy ghost, the parasite had found its host,
Inside the cold and vacant soul of this one and only love,

Between the devil and deep blue sea,
The story of us reads just like a graveside eulogy,

This is a love song for a witch,
A romantic remembrance for,
This is a love song for a witch,

Spinning crucifixes on the bedroom wall of the possessed,
As words appear in blood like deep incisions on her chest,
Her head gyrates and turns three hundred and sixty degrees,
As poison apples in the garden fall down from the trees.

2. Rapist Eyes

Draw me a bloodbath o' sweet rapist eyes,
As all the bruised babies hum lullabies,
Burnt at the stake old souls fill the skies,
Sacrificed for all humanities lies,

I summoned a demon and took it to bed,
I don't recall exactly what was said,
It tied my hands and feet to my bed,
I don't recall exactly what was said,

You got the look that makes detectives itch,
A mouthful of thunder and feverish pitch,
A cross between Satan and a Gucci witch,
Your disposition would make Hitler flinch,

Oh sweet rapist eyes look what you've done to me,
You burned down the temple where the children were sleeping,
Ashes and smoke rose up to the sky,
The memories bloom as the future dies,

Show me some sympathy,
In his image god made me ugly,
Envy and lust,
You are so beautiful,

Don't look at me with those sweet rapist eyes,
Perhaps it's the wine or the soft candlelight,
But I'm under your spell I'm all yours tonight,
The phones off the hook and my tongue is tied.

3. Dr. Piranha

He rose up from a toilet,
Bearing gifts and bleeding from his ass,
And from his disinfected mausoleum,
He scrubbed his hands and prepared for surgery,
Inside the operating room he screamed,
I believe this patient is already dead,
The nurse's laughter echoed through the halls,
As the doctor lit a smoke and shook his head,

I've discovered another flaw in god's sick invention,
We have built a time machine to travel through other dimensions,

The mercitron engaged the patient in,
A defenseless war against brutality,
Angered by the latest turn of events,
The doctor felt he should part company,
Upon arrival on the planet mars,
While waiting for the mothership to come,
Dr. Piranha and his faithful disciples,
In orbit searched for a baboons heart,

We are what we are,
Christ clones are imprisoned,
In slave camps on a planet of trolls,
As coal mines and tar pits,
Are filled with dead astronauts,

Malpractice in the cosmos,
The garden of stars is filled with vengeful enemies,
Assassins and hitmen eagerly await orders for research subjects to be purchased by the highest bidder,
I will be hunted for infinity,
Detected with a DNA radar they'll watch my every move,
The voices in my head will never cease,
Mocking me over and over and over again,

We are what we are,
Christ clones are imprisoned,
In slave camps on a planet of trolls,
As coal mines and tar pits,
Are filled with dead astronauts.

4. Fetus On The Beat

Fetus on the beat
Red as can be
Rhythmically miscarried
Flushed out into the sea

Funded resurrections
From the local town collections
Sugary sweet secreting glands
Flood the milk and honey lands
Umbilical nooses hang our hest
On every note and every rest

Fetus on the beat
High on LSD
Enter World War Three
While in infancy

Funded resurrections
From the local town collections
Sugary sweet secreting glands
Flood the milk and honey lands
Umbilical nooses hang our hest
On every note and every rest

Conductor of the flies
Piss drunk and in disguise
You keep us all in time
To orchestrate a lie

You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat

Abort the beat
Abort the beat
Abort the beat
Abort the beat

Sadists and masochists
Who penetrate the melody
Into a spiral frenzy
They will rape you in a minor key

What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?

Unborn vertebrate
Withers and decays
A cappella fear
Is music to my ears

Funded resurrections
From the local town collections
Sugary sweet secreting glands
Flood the milk and honey lands
Umbilical nooses hang our hest
On every note and every rest

Conductor of the flies
Piss drunk and in disguise
You keep us all in time
To orchestrate a lie

You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat
You keep it on the beat

Sadists and masochists
Who penetrate the melody
Into a spiral frenzy
They will rape you in a minor key

What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?
What more do you want from me?

5. Worm In A Dog's Heart

You are a worm in a dog's heart,
A newborn mongoloid child,
Operating at great speeds,
Covered in vaseline and immaculate skin,
...and immaculate skin

Pathetic little sheep children following the herd,
Guided by the voices in their empty little heads,

You are a milky tear in a dead mans eye,
In disguise an insect martyr,
Under pink light incubation and postcard amnesia,
And fantastic pigmentation,

Pathetic little sheep children following the herd,
Guided by the voices in their empty little heads,
You are a worm in a dog's heart.

6. Plastic Surgeons

Projecting the movie on satin eyelids,
The credits fade into unconscious movements,
Nausea and seizures the plot twists and turns,
Purge my now young starlit your contracts expired,
You Hollywood,

Doll you measure success by every inch that's in your ass,
As the sands of time fall inside the hourglass,
The fountain of youth is a fairytale of lies,
As if it came as a surprise,
You Hollywood,

Doll would you like a new face to face a new day,
It seems the mirror is your worst enemy,
For I am Christ to the shallow aging,
A plastic surgeon to the stars of old,

Vaudevillian vanity a mansion in the hills,
Tinsletown pigskin on celluloid film,
A golden age aging in pacific time,
Predicting the future three hours behind,

I want to lick your leather skin,
I want to suck your outside in,
I want to watch you mutate into a statue of stone.

7. Pogo The Clown

Pogo happy clown molester,
Paints his face to disguise the jester,
Joined the local moose lodge chapter,
Spawning evil ever after,
He picks his prey up at the bar,
Gets him drunk and in the car,
Drives him home and down the stairs,
Strips him to his underwear,

Pogo, your gonna burn in hell,

Murder victim slice and smile,
Serial killer, pedophile,
Look into those empty eyes,
You know it's your time to die,
As he cuts you up in little bits,
Cuts you up in little bits,
Goes bop, bop on your head again,
Spills your blood and know he's soaked in sin,

Pogo, your gonna burn in hell,

Drives all night through the city streets,
To hack up his victims like a piece of meat,
I spoke to the devil the other day and john is doing fine,
Oh, the end is true,
When the sun goes down on the city streets pogos coming after you.

8. Castway

Sitting upon the shore,
The wave's crash and echo inside my head,
Approaching out in the distance,
A ship of slaves to bury the dead,
This island is a prison of futile desperation,
From hunger and calamity I slip into dream,

The years became mummified,
A relic of suicide,
The years became mummified,
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide,

Under the moon out in the sea,
What could be out there waiting for me,
I swirl with the current, it pulls me under,
I feel like the water filling my lungs,

The years became mummified,
A relic of suicide,
The years became mummified,
Waiting for what may wash up in the tide,

Shades below Pluto,
Floating in limbo,
Orcus and father of phlegethon,
The fury and fire,
Anointing the worms,
Writhing in semen blood,

Visions of heavenly celestial beings in love,
Illusion crucified, a witness below so above,
Lost are the souls that wade in the molten sea,
Begging for forgiveness from a supreme deity,

I'm lost, though hopeful I'll find a way.

9. Nude In Wildnerness

If I was the son of god I'd live alone nude in the wilderness,
The animals would speak to me and approach me without hesitation,
The birds would sing to scarecrows in circadian rhythm,
Inside the garden of desperation a voice could be heard,

And all the plastic politician devils cry,
As all the skyscrapers come crashing to the ground,
Whatever happened to a quiet simple life,
Innocence is lost as we near our final day,

Deep in the forest the apparitions are all in attendance,
Phantoms and specters converge in silence under the moonlight,
Behind this illusion is a union of the anthropism,
Inside the garden of desperation a voice can be heard,

Falling bombs on Babylon,
What a perfect ending to it all.

10. The Acid Memoirs

In my youth I took a trip,
My first initial acid trip,
And then it hit me like a ton of bricks,
My eyes they quickly dilated,
I began hallucinating at the tender age of seventeen,

As I watched the TV my dogs speaking to me,
Telling me I'm going insane,

I recall a scene it's Halloween,
And I am dressed as a drag queen,
Peaking to the point of no return,
I met a man, I shook his hand,
He spoke I could not understand,
He was covered in flies and afterbirth,

The mandrills were singing,
The bees they were stinging,
As pink flamingos laid dead on the ground,

I am the witness, I am Mohammed, I am the elephant man,
These are strange days beautifully chaotic,
In a burning metropolis,

Tuning in and dropping out,
Dancing Buddha's twist and shout,
Buddhatomic Christ is love,
Who resurrects the flower head,
Cherishing the subtleties,
Illusion is reality,
Swimming the electric ocean,
Souls at rest were set in motion,

Martian perform autopsies,
On cattle anal cavities,
Frontal lobe lobotomies,
Electric shocking chimpanzees,
This cause of sorrow is desire,
Ego fuels the selfish fire,
Illusion is reality,
Quantum synchronicity,

Mandrills were singing,
The bees they were stinging,
As pink flamingos laid dead on the ground,
Visions so clearly of Timothy Leary,
The godfather of the movement.

11. Deja Vu

I’ll play the game, in hopes to end this charade,
You’ve got me caught, and tangled up in your web,
Déjà vu, this scene’s already played through,
A crime scene, the chalk line is drawn around you,

The price of fame, you know could never be paid,
Sleeping pills, an empty bottle of wine,
Déjà vu, this scene’s already played through,
Your death, I’ve seen it all in a dream,

Haunting familiar déjà vu,
I know your end is coming soon,
I can't help but think one day they’ll find you,
Sleeping forever ever gone,

Haunting familiar déjà vu,
I know your end is coming soon,
They’ll picture your face while dancing on your grave,
Sleeping forever ever gone.

12. The Magical Band Of Fools

Little green men follow us from town to town,
Speaking in riddles of digital sound,
Hiding in the shadow of a subway train,
Trying to get to heaven with a worm in his brain,

Where is the hurdy-gurdy man going now,
Playing such apocalyptic sounds, sounds, sounds,
We are the magical band of fools you know it ain't easy,

A horrific durge ringing in my ears,
It seems we've fooled ourselves baby for oh so many years,
Living in the trunk of a hollow tree,
Trying to get to heaven with a fatal disease,

Where is the hurdy-gurdy man going now,
Playing such apocalyptic sounds, sounds, sounds,
We are the magical band of fools you know it ain't easy,

Bloodletting, hypnotists,
Repeat after me, only fools believe they won't get fooled again,
Vampires, organ grinders,
In my youth I was bitten by a girl with a rabbit's tooth,
Oh what's a fool to do.

13. Scores For Porn

DOG FASHION DISCO LYRICS