No Prayer for the Dying
Trace your way back fifty years To the glow of Dresden, blood and tears In the black above by the cruel searchlight Men will die and men will fight, yeah Who shot who and who fired first? Dripping death to whet the bloodthirst No radar lock-on, skin and bone The bomber boys are going home Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Nail that Fokker, kill that son Gonna blow your guts out with my gun The weather forecast's good for war Cologne and Frankfurt? Have some more, hahaha Tail-end Charlie in the boiling sky The Enola Gay was my last try Now that this tail gunner's gone No more bombers, just one big bomb, yeah-hey, ooh Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
Believe in me and send no money I died on the cross; that ain't funny But my so-called friends, they're making me a joke They missed out what I said like I never spoke They choose what they wanna hear, they don't tell a lie They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die They're saving the souls by taking your money Flies around shit, bees around honey Holy smoke, holy smoke Plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke Feed 'em in feetfirst, this is no joke This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah Making holy smoke Jimmy Reptile and all his friends Say they're gonna be with you at the end Burning records, burning books Holy soldiers, Nazi looks Crocodile smiles, just wait awhile Till the TV queen gets her makeup clean I've lived in filth, I've lived in sin And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in Holy smoke, holy smoke There's plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke Feed 'em in feetfirst, this is no joke This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah Holy smoke, smells good They ain't religious, but they ain't no fools When Noah built his Cadillac, it was cool Two by two, they're still going down And the satellite circus just left town I think they're strange, and when they're dead They can have a Lincoln for their bed Friend of the president, trick of the tail Now they ain't got a prayer, one hundred years in jail Holy smoke, holy smoke Plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke Feed 'em in feetfirst, this is no joke This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah Holy smoke
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
I got the keys to view at number 22 Behind my green door, there's nothing to see Is that a feature? What kind of creature Would hang around waiting for a guy like me? Stone-cold sober and sitting in silence Laid-back and looking for sympathy I like a girl who knows where she's bound I don't like girls who've been hanging around Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in She's tied up, she can't come to the phone You must have got your wires crossed, she ain't home Knock on wood, you know I like that sound She never could keep her feet on the ground Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you Hooks in you, in you Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you Hooks in you, in you Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Right on the money, got it wrapped up tight Got new ideas for the decor tonight Make this house a preservation zone Gonna set her in concrete, set her up on her own Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you Hooks in you Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you Hooks in you, I’ve got those Hooks in you
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
Honey, it's getting close to midnight And all the myths are still in town True love and lipstick on your linen Bite the pillow, make no sound If there's some living to be done Before your life becomes your tomb You'd better know that I'm the one Unchain your back door, invite me around Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go, let her go, yeah Honey, it's getting close to daybreak The sun is creeping in the sky No patent remedies for heartache Just empty words and humble pie So, get down on your knees, honey Assume an attitude You just pray that I'll be waiting 'Cause you know, you know I'm coming soon Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go So, pick up your foolish pride No going back Nowhere, no way, no place to hide Let her go Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter To the slaughter Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter To the slaughter Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Let her go, let her go Let her go, gonna getcha!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
Trace your way back fifty years To the glow of Dresden, blood and tears In the black above by the cruel searchlight Men will die and men will fight, yeah Who shot who and who fired first? Dripping death to whet the bloodthirst No radar lock-on, skin and bone The bomber boys are going home Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Nail that Fokker, kill that son Gonna blow your guts out with my gun The weather forecast's good for war Cologne and Frankfurt? Have some more, hahaha Tail-end Charlie in the boiling sky The Enola Gay was my last try Now that this tail gunner's gone No more bombers, just one big bomb, yeah-hey, ooh Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner Climb into the sky, never wonder why Tail gunner, you're a tail gunner
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
Believe in me and send no money I died on the cross; that ain't funny But my so-called friends, they're making me a joke They missed out what I said like I never spoke They choose what they wanna hear, they don't tell a lie They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die They're saving the souls by taking your money Flies around shit, bees around honey Holy smoke, holy smoke Plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke Feed 'em in feetfirst, this is no joke This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah Making holy smoke Jimmy Reptile and all his friends Say they're gonna be with you at the end Burning records, burning books Holy soldiers, Nazi looks Crocodile smiles, just wait awhile Till the TV queen gets her makeup clean I've lived in filth, I've lived in sin And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in Holy smoke, holy smoke There's plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke Feed 'em in feetfirst, this is no joke This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah Holy smoke, smells good They ain't religious, but they ain't no fools When Noah built his Cadillac, it was cool Two by two, they're still going down And the satellite circus just left town I think they're strange, and when they're dead They can have a Lincoln for their bed Friend of the president, trick of the tail Now they ain't got a prayer, one hundred years in jail Holy smoke, holy smoke Plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke Feed 'em in feetfirst, this is no joke This is thirsty work, making holy smoke, yeah Holy smoke
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
I got the keys to view at number 22 Behind my green door, there's nothing to see Is that a feature? What kind of creature Would hang around waiting for a guy like me? Stone-cold sober and sitting in silence Laid-back and looking for sympathy I like a girl who knows where she's bound I don't like girls who've been hanging around Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in She's tied up, she can't come to the phone You must have got your wires crossed, she ain't home Knock on wood, you know I like that sound She never could keep her feet on the ground Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you Hooks in you, in you Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you Hooks in you, in you Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Right on the money, got it wrapped up tight Got new ideas for the decor tonight Make this house a preservation zone Gonna set her in concrete, set her up on her own Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, hooks in me Hooks in the ceiling for that well-hung feeling No big deal, no big sin Strung up on love, I got the hooks screwed in Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you Hooks in you Hooks in you, I've got those hooks in you Hooks in you, I’ve got those Hooks in you
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
Honey, it's getting close to midnight And all the myths are still in town True love and lipstick on your linen Bite the pillow, make no sound If there's some living to be done Before your life becomes your tomb You'd better know that I'm the one Unchain your back door, invite me around Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go, let her go, yeah Honey, it's getting close to daybreak The sun is creeping in the sky No patent remedies for heartache Just empty words and humble pie So, get down on your knees, honey Assume an attitude You just pray that I'll be waiting 'Cause you know, you know I'm coming soon Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go So, pick up your foolish pride No going back Nowhere, no way, no place to hide Let her go Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter To the slaughter Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter To the slaughter Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter To the slaughter Let her go, let her go Let her go Let her go, let her go Let her go, gonna getcha!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026