1. |
The Jailer's Jingle
01:28
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Everyone of them is sitting on their arse
Or I have to knock their knuckles to get em off the bars
and only half of them think to say their 'thank you, sirs'
When a debt is owed to society then you are locked up for life
I'm given the key
I'm cursed to care for crooks, and criminals, and poofters
Oh, I wish I had the cajones to pull some trick
so I could end up cozy in a house of brick
getting free bread and water three times a day
but these lucky fucks aren't thankful enough
if I'd been their judge I'd have judged more tough
but I got this job, I guess I have a little say
My job is justice, just served in my own special way
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2. |
The Exorcist's Twist
01:42
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Another shot of formaldehyde
Mix it with a redbull
and keep me up all night
pass the scissors to get my stiches untied
get my limbs loose
so I can dance all night
and break all the bones in your neck
pull a cranial 180 like you crawled outta heck
we're dancing to prove that demons exist
Do the Exorcist's Twist
Half the party dances in
the pentagram
on the dance floor
half the party circles above
they were summoned here
by something more
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3. |
The Witch's Waltz
04:41
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The devil steps out of the boudoir
says the house is just as condemned as we are
he smiles and shows his blue tongue and teeth
he thinks he says something clever every time he breathes.
I point and the skeleton pulls back the filthy old box spring
and the scarecrow opens the cellar door with an overdramatic fling
I flick the zippo I stole from my cousin, when I snuck and followed her to meet her coven
I pull tight my robes, I descend the stairs, I breathe in this cool dry air
Oh, Holy Day
When we gather around the altar
together, this town's dark sons and daughters
to collude, to conjure, and auger,
bringing sweet things to the slaughter
in this house,
gloomy and moonlight,
from jack-o-lanterns and jacket pockets
giving up all we have to offer
emptying our plastic coffers
Oh, Holy Day
The vampire’s family is rich enough, they can buy him a cellphone
But he won’t light the way until the monster asks him if his mommy can buy him a backbone
There’s tons of puns at the skeleton, before thunder shushes these young new converts
the storm wind slams the doors shut, The backdoor followed by the front
Here in this basement, my secret sanctuary
Where my troubled heart is safely buried
The other ghouls enter ground hallowed
Though they do not know into what they’ve followed
Perhaps their souls
I should not rush
against the overpowering
storming hush
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4. |
The Outlaw's Lament
03:16
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The horse and the Rider
just a dot in the distance
shimmering image of persistence
my canteen has now gone dry
left me nothing to drink
now the sun beats down from on high
But oh, my love
oh, my love
I would if I could
But that doesn't mean that I should
I wish that I could move a little faster
Wish the son and that lawman weren't such zealous bastards
neck and feet are blistered something fierce
despite the pain I keep moving as the law man nears
His shadow curves and points out wide
on either side
of his face
He is always unphased
no matter how I
set the pace
My very soul has now gone dry
he just carries on
I bet her never blinks an eye
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5. |
The RailRider's Rag
04:24
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Give myself the morning inspection
in that store window reflection
I found some scissors to trim the beard
I suppose it's been at least a year
between you and I, I think I look distinguished
in my suit and tie, I'm dressed for business
six, seven, eight, nine -
time I moved on down the line
We were always at home
we were never alone
we were doing the Railrider's Rag
Used to be there were railways criss-crossing this great country
used to be we were never lonely, though maybe just a little bit hungry
I knew Joe Junkpan
I knew Gooseberry Johnson
I knew Ammonia Cocktail Jones
and Johnny Decomposin'
I've known Admirals, Counts, and Dukes
Through twists of fate and countless flukes
and sure, it's been a while
but I'd greet them with a smile.
We were always at home
we were never alone
we were doing the Railrider's Rag
Used to be there was moonshine and jawharps
round the burning barrels
Used to be there were busted boots
and second hand apparel
Used to be we were always at home
sitting on stumps and logs
Used to be we were never alone
together skirting the laws
but now there's not even railyard dogs
We were always at home
we were never alone
we were doing the Railrider's Rag
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6. |
Bonus- The Witch's Demo
05:54
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7. |
Bonus- The Outlaw's Demo
04:15
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8. |
He's Dead Jim Lexington, Kentucky
We have sworn our musical talents to exonerating our beloved uncle James. It is too late to save his life, but we still
might clear his name. Thank you for supporting this noble cause - It would be already lost without you.
-HDJ
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