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(Heavy breathing) “Do it for Van Gogh” In dreams I can rule your life With me nothing's ever right Sing for me up on a stage Keep your mind trapped in a cage I'm your man, I'm what you need Dance with me, but never lead One deep breath will set me free Don't you fucking look at me You know that I am One fucking well-dressed man Now it's dark, but I can see Don't you fucking look at me Now it's dark, you're gonna be Exactly what I want to see Now it's dark, Mommy Don't you fucking look at me A sensation of elation, intoxication Now it's dark A candy-coated existence Underneath is decadence What was hidden you have found Made it your own battleground Pretty, pretty, don't say please Don't you fucking look at me You know that I am One fucking well-dressed man Now it's dark, but I can see Don't you fucking look at me Now it's dark, you're gonna be Exactly what I want to see Now it's dark, Mommy Don't you fucking look at me A sensation of elation, intoxication Now it's dark Ow! Listen I'll send you a love letter Straight from the bottom of my heart And you'll be fucked forever The candy-coated clown has done his part I'm your man, I'm what you need Dance with me, but never lead One deep breath will set me free Don't you fucking look at me You know that I am One fucking well-dressed man Now it's dark, but I can see Don't you fucking look at me Now it's dark, you're gonna be Exactly what I want to see Now it's dark, Mommy Don't you fucking look at me A sensation of elation, intoxication Now it's dark Now it's dark Ow! Now it's dark
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 05, 2026
Away, you roadies! There was a bunch of roadies And this here is their story A scurvy bunch of evil twits Who never say they're sorry They've traveled 'cross the nations Fuckin' paid vacations We love the schism that they make They're here for the duration Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do The captain's name is Rick Whose "Bozo-do" is slick He really thinks he knows it all He's just a Jersey hick Wanking, cranking, Georgie He always finds an orgy He rubs his balls and picks his nose He's horny Georgie-porgie Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do The king of sleaze is Ring Polaroid's his thing He whipped it out, her teeth fell out And now it's in a sling From LA we have Troy His fetish is Playboy A smelly trout, he'll eat it out Go wash your hands you're M.O.I Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do John Tempesta is The Joker The Adam's apple choker Sandra Bernhard is his twin He'd probably even poke her The B-boy was John Rooney He was a fuckin' loony He does a rap, he thinks he's black He's soft like Gerry Cooney Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Yo my name is Bill Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh Smoke ten packs and use my plaque Duh, with my breath I'll kill Thursby is the lard ass The monitors are his task The sound they made when the band played Was like Ed Trunk with bad gas Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do "You know what I like" Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do The photobug is Ambo He'll fill up any hairy hole He'll blindfold you with dental floss You burnt-out fuckin' bimbo The bottom line is Z Oh, please don't sit on me Go wipe your hemorrhoid-ridden butt You 1960's hippie! Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do This here was the story About our fuckin' roadies A scurvy bunch of evil twits Who never say they're sorry They've traveled 'cross the nations Fuckin' paid vacations We love the schism that they make They're here for the duration Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Mar 26, 2026
"Did you think I was stupid, Ramsey? Don't ever put your fork on my plate I don't like that shit." "Duh" "1-2-3-4" She'll always be there trying to grab a hold She thought she knew me, but she didn't know That I was sad and wanted her to go Parasite lady Parasite eyes Parasite lady No need to cry I didn't really wanna have to get away I told her things I didn't wanna say I need her, and I hope she'll understand, yeah Parasite lady Parasite eyes Parasite lady No need to cry Parasite lady Parasite eyes Parasite lady No need to cry
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Mar 26, 2026
"1,2,3,4" Like the last of the Mohicans You acted like bloody pagans So let the bells ring Rejoice and sing Jim Jones, where did you come from? Jim Jones, was it for fun? Jim Jones, is that your name? Jim Jones, a silent death Religious sects and promised lands Are you ready for the gods? Martyrs, killers holding hands Did not fight the odds The dying angel said, "Drink up" "Be merry and be dead!" Jim Jones, where did you come from? Jim Jones, was it for fun? Jim Jones, is that your name? Jim Jones, you died for fame Murder Murder Murder The zero hero Walk on them like insects Gamble with death for a joke Mercenary disciples With bibles and rifles In the temple of the people A doomsday book of evil No poster hanging high I die, you die, don't ask why I die, you die, don't ask why I die, you die, don't ask why I die, you die, don't ask why I die, you die, don't ask why I die, you die, don't ask why I die, you die, don't ask why I die, you die, don't ask why I die, you die
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Mar 26, 2026
[Chantays cover] 1989 Island MusicThanks to thierry for correcting track #3 lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com ANTHRAX LYRICS
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 18, 2026