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King Nancy
02:10
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The house burned down
With hardly a sound
Laughed as they cried
And watched as they died
As she looked around
No blood to be found
Looked in their eyes
No final goodbye
Was fixed to ride
With God on her side
She never looked back
All their bones to black
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2. |
Any Fool Can Be Happy
02:56
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And you don’t know what she has lost
A path soon wished she never crossed
This spell she weaves it fades too soon
Drained of blood ‘neath light of moon
Incisions made below each eye
Removed with care no compromise
Each yellow tooth were next to go
The mouth - a scar, a horror show
Her gut exposed, tortured and raw
The life within it ceased to gnaw
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3. |
Go To Yr Kin
03:10
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Don't mind the rope I know it's kind of tight
It's just until we end this fight
Found yr man in the bar last night
Across his neck with my favorite knife
He squealed once but alas no more
Weren't long until he had hit the floor
Thought on you as I watched him die
Longed to comfort you when you cry
Our life is back the way it oughta be
Like when we kissed underneath that tree
We were so young, mom and dad so mad
That shame is gone won't you take my hand
Sorrow's cut deep into yr eyes
Decaying thoughts begin to warp my mind
I loose the ropes but you continue to shake
Don't make me do this, there's room in his grave
Mother and father won't know what to do
To lose another child to you-know-who
The lens exposed it will reveal all
These monstrous desires preclude a fall
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4. |
Backwoods Overture
03:10
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The air in here is gettin’ rather thick
Nails, babe are bit down to the quick
Ashes in the corner’ve made me sick
Speaks to broken promises and debt
Can’t bring myself to loose them from this room
To admit I had fell in deep - consumed
Last I saw, yr face were ashen gray
Sure did my best to follow in yr wake
Left this earth before had chance to say
Just what it was that made you feel this way
Them streets you slept on offered you no rest
The guilt for this finds home now in my chest
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5. |
The Dangers of Seafaring
02:36
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Now that you know what I'm looking for
No, it's not what you thought before
I look in yr eyes and you finally see you belong to me
Been waitin' in shadow to make my move
Watchin' you struttin' with something to prove
It's clear as day, boy, why can't you see you belong to me
Day after day, week after week
Can't fool me with that turn of cheek
If Man is divine it can mean one thing:
That you are no King
Gallows are filled with innocent men
Blood is spilled again and again
Severed Limb on the family tree, they belong to me
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6. |
My Breath Is Inside You
02:36
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Drivin' by yr home tonight
Yr inside and so am I
Side by side, fearful eyes
Dressed as she don't look at me
Wipe them thoughts out from thee
Of his caress, curse his seed
Rug and earth pulled out from me
Black thoughts inside as if disease
Look like her though you can't see
This empty room will set me free
Their vacant house is all we need
You play Her while I play He
My scheme remains unknown to you
This matters not, nor do you
Our carnal act, framed by song
Birds outside drone on and on
I feel cold as I did before
Maybe less, probably more
I've damaged you and ruined me
You played Her and I played He
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7. |
No Stars
02:11
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This light of mine
Withdrew it's shine
And I feed my heart
Just one more line
Panic it slides
Behind my eyes
His soul jumped ship
Right on time
No one saw him
Hanging by some twine
Them crows have come
Perched at our side
This light of mine
Refused to shine
And I was so blind
This urn reminds
And I guess that that's fine
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Trash Teeth, Trash Hands California
born from the death of six legendary cats, risen from their unearthed jaws, extracted from their mealy fangs as King Baby Teeth. Under the advice of a litany of lawyers and professional advertisement gurus KBT named their recording project Trash Teeth, Trash Hands so as to ensure the most commercial viability. ... more
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