FRIGHTMARE LYRICS

1. Intro

2. Angela

[Lyrics and Music by Maniac Neil]
[Based on the movie "Sleepaway Camp"]

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

Two kids on a boat, with their dad.
The life guard and some bitch, pulling, a water skier.

The kids push their dad in the water and the boat tips over.

The teenagers aren't looking ahead.
Their boat smashes into the dad and his kids.

The father is dead, who has survived?

8 years have passed, since the boat crash.
Cousins Ricky and Angela, are off to camp.
Gone for the summer, will they come back?
The kids all arrive to Camp Arawak.
Artie the cook, likes what he sees.
Back where he's from, they call them 'Baldies'.
Angela is shy, and she doesn't speak.
Ronnie takes her to Artie, to find something to eat.

In the pantry, Artie's horny.
He wants to show Angela:
"Something real good"
Ricky finds them, Artie tells him,
Not to say anything, and keep his mouth shut!

In the kitchen, he's boiling water.
Somebody pulls the chair, and he falls.
His flesh is burning, he is screaming,
Blisters and burn, all over his face!
Kenny and Leslie, go for a boat ride,
Kenny tips over the boat, and she leaves.

The killer drowns Kenny, in the lake.
They find the body, out of his mouth comes a snake.

Meg and Judy, give Angela shit.
They think she's a "Freak". They call her a bitch!

Judy says Angela's "a real carpenter's dream,
Flat as a board, and needs a screw!"

Billy goes to take a shit.
The stall door, is, jammed shut.
The screen above the stall is cut.
The bees are tossed right in.

His face, is, covered, in bees.
Death comes, painfully.
Another kid has died.
Mel is freaking out!

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

Angela and Paul go to the lake.
Paul tries (to) unbutton her shirt.
She relives a distant memory.
Brother and sister laugh,
Cause daddy's a faggot!

Meg throws Angela into the lake.
Ricky tries to help, but is stopped.
Mel thinks Ricky is the killer,
It's just too bad that Mel is,
Dead, Fucking, Wrong!

Meg is off, and has a date a date with Mel.
She's all excited, about it, and takes a shower.
A knife through the stall,
Goes into her back, her flesh is ripped,
Her blood flows down the drain.

Eddie takes the boys out camping by the lake.
Angela tells Paul to meet her at the social.
A few of the boys want to go back to camp.
Eddie takes the kids and leaves the others alone.

Mel is searching around for Meg.
Judy is at the cabin making out with Mike.
Mel finds Meg, dead in the shower,
He goes crazy, and looks for Ricky.

Judy is curling her hair with an iron,
Someone comes in and punches her in the face.
The iron is hot, her pussy is wet.
Pillow on her face, she's fucked to death!

Eddie goes back o camp and finds the kids.
Mangled and chopped, torn up and dead.
Mel finds Ricky and beats him to shit.
Then an arrow is shot right through his neck.

Paul and Angela are at the water front.
Angela tells him, to take his clothes off.
They find Ricky, beat up, but still alive.
Ronny and Susie go look for Angela.

Ronny hears singing close by,
Angela is sitting on the ground.
She remembers the past,
Aunt Martha forced "him" to be a 'girl".
Angela is really Peter.
Paul's severed head in "her" lap.
"She" gets up, and starts to growl.
They can't believe it!
"My god she's a boy!"

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

3. Friday The 13th Part 2

[Lyrics and Music by Maniac Neil]
[Based on the movie]

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

Kid out at night, splashing in puddles.
Jason walks towards a house.

Alice is having a nightmare,
Flashbacks of that fateful night
Awaken from slumber then talk to mother
In and out of the shower

Open the fridge, Mrs. Voorhees head
Jason comes from behind and "screws" her.

The counsellors come to town
Crazy Ralph warns them

He says "they're all doomed"
But they don't give a shit
They'll all soon know what "camp blood" is!

It's training time for these fucks
Paul is the boss

He tells them about the legend
And scares them half to death
If they only knew
How real the legend is

Crazy Ralph is outside
He's watching Paul and Ginny
Jason from behind
Strangles him with barbwire

Sandra and Jeff
Are curious about the legend

They go to Crystal Lake
And the Sheriff catches them
He bitches Paul out
And heads back to town

Jason runs across the road
The Sheriff goes after him

All through the woods
To Jason's shack
Clawhammer to the skull
He's dead with a whack

The counsellors go to town
Some stay behind
Terri gets naked and goes into the lake

Scott takes Terri's clothes
And runs into the woods
Booby trap set and he's hung into the woods

Jason comes along
And cuts his fucking throat
Terri finds Scott
And Jason kills her too

Vicky and Mark
Are gonna have sex
Vicky goes to her cabin
To freshen up her shit

[Digestor chorus part]
"I'm back from the lake
To kill and mutilate
I use various tools
For disposing these fools

In my rusty shack
They beheaded my Mother
Now I must attack

One by one they die
They never know why
Machete across the throat
Barbwire I use to choke

Mom's severed head
Shrine to the dead
Telling me to chop
I will never stop!"

Jeff and Sandra
Up stairs to have sex
Jason comes in and
Impales them to the bed

Perfume on her pussy
Mark looks for Vicky
Dull side of a machete
Into his fucking face

Wheeling down the stairs
Mark you fucking gimp!
You almost got some action
But now you're fucking dead!

Upstairs Vicky
Finds the bodies
Jason takes a knife
And stabs her in the gut

[Digestor chorus part]

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

Paul and Ginny arrive
Back at the camp
They look for everybody
But they're all dead

Out of the shadows
Jason's on the attack
Ginny escapes and
Finds Jason's shack

In a room Mrs. Voorhees' head
Put on the sweater
And pretend you're Mother

She tries to kill him
But he knows what's up
Here comes Paul
They struggle and fight

Machete in his neck
Jason falls onto the floor
Comes off the burlap sack
They look in total horror

They think he's dead and gone
They couldn't be more wrong
Back to the cabin
To find Terri's dog Muffin

Is everything OK?
Can we all go home?
No fucking way
Here comes Jason through the window!

Ending with a scream
Was it all a dream?
Calling out for Paul
Is he dead after all?

4. Barbecutioner (Donny Don't Dance)

[Lyrics and Music by Grisly Adams]
[Based on the movie: "Don't Go In The House"]

Donny Kohler plays with fire, incinerates at a job he hates, watches things and people burn.
Earns his asshole bosses scorn, just a heckled momma's boy,
Lives in a big creepy house, finds his mother dead one night, then he cracks and goes insane.

Weeping, grieving, he hears voices whispering.
Listens to loud disco, then he smokes a cig.
The voices tell him "you can do whatever you want to do"
"She's evil, must be purified, you're free and we are here now"

Inferno... inside his head, he constructs his own furnace room.
To incinerate his victims and be one with the dead.

Cruising the streets for a mark, he picks up a broad at the flower store.
Cons her back into the house, she wakes up suspended and chained to the floor.
Naked and screaming her pleas, he douses her body with gasoline.
Flamethrower burns her alive, she chars to a cinder as he gazes on.

Tormentor... he aches for more, stupid bitch stuck on the side of the road.
Picks her up cuz she can't start her shitty 70's car.

Later, he goes to the store, kidnaps poor Linda, the uppity whore.
She meets the Mother now rotten and green.
Before being blackened and joining the family.
Donny starts losing his shit, screams at the corpses "You are all bitches!"
Dreams of an open beach grave, his zombified victims all pulling him into his doom.

[Lead: Grisly Adams]

Now Donny goes to church, lights a candle for his Mom.
Steals holy water cuz he thinks it puts the fire out.
Priest feeds him bullshit, says "Sorry" to his rotten Mom.
Sprinkles holy water on her, calls his fag friend Bob.

He goes out, buys a suit, disco fashion purchased from a total gaywad.
Meets his friend, at the discotech, he gets hit on by a chick in a red dress.
Donny's pissed, he won't dance, every swinging dick is hitting on his board.
She pulls him, and he flips his shit, candle smacks her head and bursts it into flames.

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

He picks up, two drunken chicks, it's party time back at Donny's house.
Ties them up, all set to burn, but the priest and Bob come to fuck it all up.
The girls escape but he fries the priest, then he congregates with all his new "Family".
Now alive, they come for him, screaming murder, he envelopes them in flames.

5. "They Were Warned"

Lyrics by Billy Grossera, Music by Maniac Neil]
[Based on the movie: "Just Before Dawn"]

Vacation to the mountains
For adventure and escape.
Ignoring the warnings
Was their biggest mistake
Pig-squealing lunatics stalking
Crazed demons making a bloody mess.
Hunting their ignorant prey in the
Last desperate moment of darkness.

Skinning dipping, dancing and non-stop fun.
Hulking monsters await who weigh over a ton.
Hiking, camping, oblivious to their doom.
This carefree romp turns into a wilderness-tomb.

Run, run, run for your life!
The nightmare has begun
Inbred maniacs attack and kill,
Your demise before the rising sun
Forest ranger warned you,
Time to fill out the report.
This experience turns you into a savage,
Which is your only last resort.

[Chorus:]
Beneath the awesome beauty of nature,
Lay violence, danger and death.
They were warned... and now they will
Breathe their last breath!
Behind the spectacular waterfalls,
Lies terror, evil, and fright!
They were warned... and they will
Never survive the night!

[Chorus:]
Beneath the awesome beauty of nature,
Lay violence, danger and death.
They were warned... and now they will
Breathe their last breath!
Behind the spectacular of waterfalls,
Lies terror, evil, and fright!
They were warned... and they will
Never survive the night!

Skinny dipping, dancing and non-stop fun,
Hulking monsters await who weigh over a ton.
Hiking, camping, oblivious to their doom,
This carefree romp turns into a wilderness-tomb.

You're driven past the point of no return,
Never gave up no matter how many times you fell.
Broke free of the crushing bear hug,
Fist-choking the beast straight back to hell.

Cry out and struggle to survive
Death! - the demon lives!
A tale so shocking you will weep,
If only they could die in their sleep!

Things will never be the same,
Unspeakable experience has made you gone insane.
Sun rises through the eerie silence,
You'll never forget the trauma and the pain.

Cry out and struggle to survive
Death! - the demon lives!
A tale so shocking you will weep,
If only they could die in their sleep!

6. By Sword, By Pick, By Axe, Bye, Bye

[Lyrics and Music by Maniac Neil]
[Based on the movie: "The Mutilator"]

It's Dads birthday
Mom is making his cake
Gonna clean his guns before he gets home
"Happy birthday Daddy all cleaned by me!"
I take a rifle out
And wipe it down

Ed points the gun
And pulls the trigger
It goes off and shoots his Mom,
In the back
Now she's dead
What have you done Ed?!

Your Dad is home
He finds your Mom
Lying in a pool of blood
He smacks your face
And grabs the gun
You better fucking run!

He drags her body
In the other room
Pour a glass of Jack
And drinks away

Your wife is dead
Killed by your kid
Accident or not
He's got to pay!
(Some day!)

Year later
Ed and his friends
Are figuring our what to do
Fall break is here
They have no clue
Then Ed's Dad calls with the news
Out to the beach
To Dad's house
To close it up
For the winter
The door is open
Liquor bottles empty
But Daddies waiting close by!

Ed shows them the trophy room
The battle axe is missing
Dad's in the garage passed out
He has the axe in his hands

He's dreaming of killing his son
In various ways
He wants revenge for
His wife's death!
That piece of shits
Gotta pay!

Mike and Linda
Go to the garage
Daddy sees them
Then they walk on the beach
And find a pool
They go skinny dipping
Linda's floating on her back
When Ed's Dad attacks
From underneath her
He takes her body from
The pool
And takes their clothes
Then Mike goes looking for her
Leaving a trail of clothes
For Mike to find
They lead to the garage
He thinks she's in the closet

Open the door
Here comes Dad
Copping up Mike's guts
With a boat motor!
He screams and shouts
While blood flies everywhere
Hang him in the closet
On a spike!

The rest of them,
Are on the beach
A cop comes by to
See what they're doing
He says they could
Be struck by lightning
And then he's on his
Merry way

The cop finds,
An abandoned car
He goes looking around
The house

But here comes Dad
Stabs him in the face
Then chops his
Head off with an axe
By sword!
By pick!
By axe
Bye bye! [x2]

[Leads: Maniac Neil]

Cops head on a spike
Hangs his torso up
Ralph checks on Mike
And Linda
And goes into the garage

Look in the closet
Daddy rushed out
Pitchfork through his neck
Stick it into the door
Hang that piece of shit high!

Daddy gets his gaffe
He's gonna kill some
More fucks
They go looking for
The rest

They all split up to look
But Daddy's waiting by the
House
He grabs Sue by
The neck
Throws her on
His work bench

Put that gaffe in her pussy
Rip that bitch open wide
Blood and guts spilling out
Chop off her head with
Your axe!

Ed and Pam
Are out still looking for
Everyone

They go into the garage
Pam touches Sue's corpse
And her head falls off

Ed goes to the closet
And finds the hanging
Corpses his Dad left rotting

Pam throws a piece of metal
And hits him in the head
She stabs him with
A knife
In the car to get away

[Leads: Maniac Neil]

But Dads on the roof
Chopping with his axe
Grabs Ed by the throat
Pam burns his hand with
A lighter

The car starts
Throwing Daddy
Off the top
He climbs on the back
They back up
Smash his body

[Leads: Maniac Neil]

Into the bricks
His guts fly out
Here comes a cop
Chop off his leg with an axe!

7. "Terry Hawkings Arise!"

[Lyrics by Lucio Holocausto, Music by Maniac Neil]
[For "Victor Janos" & "Steve Morison" - Roger Watkins]
[Based on the movie: "Last House on Dead End Street"]

Drug-dealing ne'er-do-well, pimping hood, pornographer
Released from prison, a misanthrope vicious and perverse
Black-hearted hatefucker: Terry Hawkins?
Vengeance rising from speed and nihilism.
He wants to make some films, some really weird films.
Do you want to be in Terry's films? And be his virgin bride?
Are they real? You bet your ass they're real.
Terry is the answer, oh yes. Terry is the answer?
And he'll laugh and he'll laugh and he'll laugh?
Welcome to Terry's funhouse: abattoir-cum-set.
The Last House on Dead End Street.
Meet Terry and his family: Cuckoo Clocks of Hell.
Coming down fast, whores for revenge.
Deathtripping into the void - the other side of the screen.
Your mortal coil unwound, suffering your only motivation.
Lights and cameras and eyes without faces.
Sixteen-millimeter snuff: your immortal epitaph.
Surgical grotesqueries, a banquet of obscenity.
Butchery and cruelty: vivisection revelry.
Hacksaw amputation and sheer evisceration.
Your bloody offal used for Terry's mis-en-scene.
Are you ready for your love scene: deer hoof fellatio?
No crying and no screaming - keep your mind on the movie.
Delirium heralds oblivion and this oblivion knows no "cut".
For there is no exit from the Last House on Dead End Street.
"999 years?" No! There is no way off Terry's set.
Terry's directing this fucking movie and you are his star.
He'll show you. He'll show you what he can do.

Because Terry is the answer, oh yes - Terry is the answer.
Celluloid depravity, murder is the artistry.
Grainy gore, the faded colors.
Echoing screams haunt the mind
Terry's madness, burns the image
Violent death forever ingrained.

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

The Last House on Dead End Street
The funhouse of horrors
Cuckoo clocks of hell
Terry Hawkins is the answer X2

For there is no exit from the Last House on Dead End Street.
"999 years?" No! There is no way off Terry's set.
Terry's directing this fucking movie and you are his star.
He'll show you, he'll show you what he can do.

8. Slayride

[Lyrics and Music by Grisly Adams]
[Based on the movie: "Silent Night, Deadly Night"]

Christmas Eve, 1971. The family visits Granddad at the nuthouse.
Vegetative, he says not a word, til the parent's are gone, then he says to the kid:
"You know what happens on Christmas Eve? He comes to town to punish the naughty.
This is the scariest goddamn night of the year. You see Santa Claus you run for your life!"

With seeds wrought in cruel and traumatizing fear? The madness now begins to take it's root.
An evil thing lies coiled behind the tears, it wants to be awakened.

On the way home, in the dark of night, his car blocks the road, he flags them down.
Murderous thief in the guise of St. Nick takes advantage of Dad and puts a hole in his head.
Billy runs off and hides in the brush
While the jolly attacker tries to rape Mom. He tears of her clothes.
And she gets in a shot, so he cuts her throat open in the eyes of her son.

Hot blood, frantic tears soak into the snow? He hides in the darkness, now an orphan.
His parents lie butchered there before him now? His hatred starts to grow.

Now a ward of the state, he calls the orphanage home.
Harbours images of death, and crayon gore.
Persecuted by the nuns, hypocritic evil cunts.
Whipped and punished for their sins? He fears

Beat by the mother and tied to his bed, his tortured screams seem to fall on deaf ears.
Forced in the face of a man that he dreads, his nightmares give way to a violent rage.
Now at 18, unleashed on the world, he takes up a job at a shitty toy store.
His boss is a jerk, the owner's a lush, emotional stress from a cockteasing whore.

Then absurdity occurs, when he has to wear the suit.
His persona takes a turn for the worse.
Bastard children on his knee, he assumed the deadly role
Whispered promises of wrath most severe.

A party on Christmas, Sims gets him drunk, the tease disappears with that cocksucker Andy.
He follows them into the storeroom to find the most naughty perversion he must rectify.
Strangles his boss with the colourful lights, boxcuts the bitch from her guts to her tits and
Finally dispatches that old drunkard Sims? Spits the old bag with a toy bow and arrow.

Santa's watching? Santa's waiting? Fractured psyche contemplating.
Santa's stalking? Santa's slaying? Lock your doors and then start praying.
Linnea Quinley, tits so sweet, hangs, impaled on Rudolph's antlers.
Still the mayhem's not complete, watch the flick, if you want more.

9. The Island Of Humongous

[Lyrics and Music by Sawboss]
[Based on the movie: "Humongous"]

Here are the monsters little toys?
Once they were little girls and boys?
Conceived an evil act that left a curse
God's revenge his hideous birth!

On this island hidden from man
Irma fears they wouldn't understand
She keeps him in the cellar locked away
But now with Mom dead? Humongous is free to play!

The boat is wrecked
He snaps their necks
Bodies to collect?

Dog carcass feast
A malformed beast
"Acromegaly"

In the basement, a shrine to Ma
Corpses swing in this horrible abattoir
In the woods Hugh hunts down two
On the beach, he runs them through

Massively malformed hands pulp Carla's head
They try to burn him up, but Eric ends up dead
Sandy sets a trap, disguised as his Ma
But that old trick won't fool Humongous for long?

They lit him up
A firewalk
He can't be stopped

His giant eyes
His deformed head
You'll soon be dead

It's loose? It's angry? And it's getting hungry?

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

[Lead: Sawboss)

10. The Blood Runs In Rivers...

[Lyrics and Music by Maniac Neil]
[Based on the movie: "Driller Killer"]

In, to, this, church, to see a man,
Who knows he could be my dad,
Sign of the cross I look over and watch him pray,
He touched my head and I ran away,

"Who knows some bum degenerate wino."

Hurry up and pick up Pam at the club and lets go!
I wake up in the morning to the sound of a drill
Foreshadowing my future and my need to kill,
The bills are piling up and I'm going insane,
I throw the phone out the window but it's the same,

Nightmares haunt my mind, I think I'm losing it,
My faggot art dealer won't give me any more money I'm behind on the rent,
I'm trying to finish this painting, my girlfriend is giving me shit,
All that anybody wants is money, rivers of blood is what they'll get!

One night I was watching TV with the girls,
As usual there's nothing on but shit,
Then an ad came on for a great new product,
The amazing belt called the 'Porto-Pak!',

The band that moved up stairs plays all fucking night!

Psychotic fantasies, blood red visions,
I'm reaching my breaking point,
I complain to the manager about the noise,
But he tells me that it doesn't bother him,

Instead he gives me a skinned rabbit to eat,
I take a knife and stab it in the head!

20 bucks in my hand, I buy the fucking 'Porto-Pak',
Talking voices in my head, drill bit tearing homeless flesh,
Killing spree has begun, use my drill like a gun,
Cleaning up the street trash, drill 'em in the fucking back!

No I'm not a 'fix it man', my electric drill tears up your guts!

Bus stop bum get ready to die! Swirling metal rips your spine!

[Leads: Maniac Neil]

Running though the streets, my drill in hand,
Randomly killing anyone I can!
I find this hobo sleeping on a garbage heap,
I drill into his skull and wake him from his sleep!

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

The buffalos finished but Dalton fucking hates it,
Carol gets pissed and calls him a 'faggot',
She's finally fed up and goes back to her ex,
I call Dalton up with the promise of sex,

Dressed in drag, my drill is long and ready,
Impaled to the door, Pam is freaking out and screaming,
Now it's Carol's turn to die as I sneak into the house,
She takes a hot shower as I drill into her spouse,
Off goes the lights as she climbs into bed,
She has no fucking clue, but she'll she soon be dead,
Keep asking for Stephen, but his corpse is on the floor,
Now you'll feel my drill you dirty fucking whore!!!

11. Bringing Back The Bloodshed

[Lyrics and Music by Maniac Neil]

Death, murder in your head,
Technicolor gore spewing images of horror in your head now watch.
The screen turns red, cinematically dead,
Tools of the trade, tearing into teenager flesh is exposed,
Voluptuous treat, ocular feast for the sleaze ball freak.
Outside the realms of normality we dwell,
Celluloid hell is now!

What happened to the films of yesterday,
The 70's and 80's were the golden age,
Horror films now are a fucking joke!
They make me choke!

Gone is the blood, gone are the tits.
Gone is everything that we fucking miss.
MTV shit is shoved down our goddamn throats!
The film makers of today give us no fucking hope!

Remakes are the fad, desecrating horror classics
CG? What a drag! Save that shit for Pixar flicks!

Dawn of the Dead and TCM, are not immune to this lame ass trend,
What's next The Exorcist? It's safe to say, this is the end!

These dumb ass kids, love this shit
They have no idea who Cropsy is
Wes Craven you bastard! Look what you've done!
Last House on the Left to Scream?! There's no excuse, you should be hung!

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

PG-13 horror is packing the seats
This generation sucks! These kids are fucking weak!

The hip hop influence, infecting the culture,
Busta Rhymes and Michael Myers?! This shit is fucking torture!

Direct to video shit is almost as bad
Crappy Photoshop covers, make me fucking sad!

Lack of ideas, regression through technology
Will Peter Jackson save us? No we get that lame ass trilogy!

The blood, is boiling in my veins,
It's driving me insane, the sickening feeling in my guts,
Spill onto the floor, my eyes want more,
Food for thought, I'd love to watch them rot from within,
The terror begins, irrational though is a means to en end,
Of this lame bullshit, I will not quit,
Until I, bring back the bloodshed!

I resort, to making my own "films"
Fantasy, becomes reality
They don't want, to give me what I need
The only way to get, what I want is, to kill!

[Lead: Maniac Neil]

I'll show, them what horror is,
They don't know, what urges lie within
They will pay, for all that they've destroyed
It's coming back, what used to be, is, now!

[Leads: Maniac Neil]

12. Leatherface

[Originally written and performed by Laaz Rockit]
[Originally featured on the "Leatherface: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre III" soundtrack]

Heading for the southlands, down Texas way
Ready for the lightening of the chainsaw blade.

[Chorus]
Heres your invitation to come join Leatherface,
It's his addiction to keep you face to face

Screaming in the darkness, after nailing you down,
Swinging the hammer, no one hears a sound

Heres your invitation to come join Leatherface,
It's his addiction to keep you face to face

You're just a prisoner in his game of chance,
Another rivalry for the devils dance.

[Lead]

Come across the crossroads, chainsaw running wild,
Going to the heavens, for the final time.

Heres your invitation to come join Leatherface,
It's his addiction to keep you face to face
Heres your invitation to come join Leatherface,
It's his addiction to keep you face to face

Leatherface [x4]

Thanks to evangelist.jim for sending these lyrics.

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FRIGHTMARE LYRICS