Back From the Dead
Little girl, it's a great big world But there's only one of me You can't touch cause I cost too much But tonight I'm gonna rock ya (Tonight I'm gonna rock ya) Yeah, tonight I'm gonna rock ya (Tonight I'm gonna rock ya) Tonight! You're sweet but you're just four feet And you still got your baby teeth You're too young and I'm too well hung But tonight I'm gonna rock ya (Tonight I'm gonna rock ya) Yeah, tonight I'm gonna rock ya (Tonight I'm gonna rock ya) Tonight, whoa yeah! You're hot, you take all we got Not a dry seat in the house Next day, we'll be on our way But tonight I'm gonna rock ya (Tonight I'm gonna rock ya) Yeah, tonight I'm gonna rock ya (Tonight I'm gonna rock ya) Tonight! Little girl, it's a great big world But there's only one of... Me!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
We're back from the dead Climbing from the coffin We don't come here often Or so it is said We're back from the grave Recovered from our coma More body than aroma It's life that we crave Watch our hearts pump as we go back into action (Go!) Giving satisfaction and getting some too Hear our blood roar as we roll a lucky seven From hell or from heaven, we're past but we're due (But we're due but we're due but we're due) We're back from the dead Putting up resitance Clinging to existence And ready for bed We're out of the shroud An end to the becalming Reversing the embalming And back with our crowd Nothing's more fun than flipping off the reaper (No!) We're back on our beeper heading straight for the top It's not so hard to avoid a mid-death crisis No coffee, no spices, but rock ‘till you drop (‘til you drop, ‘til you drop, til you drop) We're back and we're glad Nothing ever stops us We're our own synopsis And here to be had We're back from the dead And this time we're not stopping We've brought some corn for popping And we're banging your head Better off dead, still better off living (Yeah!) The gift keeps on giving and it's taking no more No time like the past, no rhyme like the present The first shall be last, and we're slamming death's door (-ming death's door, -ming death's door, -ming death's door)
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Working on a sex farm Trying to raise some hard love Getting out my pitch fork Poking your hay Scratching in your henhouse Sniffing at your feedbag Slipping out your back door Leaving my spray Sex farm woman, I'm gonna mow you down Sex farm woman, I'll rake and hoe you down Sex farm woman, don't you see my silo rising high? Working on a sex farm Hosing down your barn door Bothering your livestock They know what I need Working up a hot sweat Crouching in your pea patch Plowing through your beanfield Planting my seed Sex farm woman, I'll be your hired hand Sex farm woman, I'll let my offer stand Sex farm woman, don't you hear my tractor rumbling by? Working on a sex farm Trying to raise some hard love Getting out my pitch fork Poking your hay
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
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Stop wasting my time You know what I want You know what I need Or maybe you don't Do I have to come right flat out and tell you everything Gimme some money Gimme some money I'm nobody's fool I'm nobody's clown I'm treatin you cool I'm putting you down But baby I don't intend to leave empty handed Gimme some money Gimme some money Oh, yeah "Go Nigel go..." Gimme some money Gimme some money Don't get me wrong (Gimme some money) Try getting me right (Gimme some money) Your face is ok But your purse is too tight (Gimme some money) I'm looking for pound notes, loose change, bad checks, anything
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
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No light fantastic ever crosses my mind That meditation stuff can make you go blind Just crank that volume to the point of pain Why waste good music on a brain? Heavy, Duty Heavy duty rock and roll Heavy duty Brings out the duty in my soul I see you dancing there in front of the band You're playin' the solos with no guitar in your hand I don't pull no punches I wouldn't waste your time And just cause it pays, that ain't no crime Heavy, duty Heavy duty rock and roll Heavy duty Brings out the duty in my soul I don't need a woman, I won't take me no wife I get the rock and roll and that'll be my life No page in history baby- that, I don't need I just want to make some eardrums bleed Heavy, duty Heavy duty rock and roll Heavy duty Brings out the duty in my soul
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
We came like babies From our home across the sea to see America And the people opened up their arms To welcome us... to America We came like children From a far and distant land to see America And the golden sun of freedom Filtered down to us, in America And the people stood and stared Loved us more than we had dared to, in America Super highways here and there Pretty womens everywhere Brady Bunch and Smokey Bear Buildings reaching to the sky Afro-sheen and apple pie PTA and FBI Jumbo jet begins to rise A joyful nation waves its bye-byes Each religion, race, and creed Gets exactly what they need God bless Johnny Appleseed
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
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Listen to what the flower people say Listen! It's getting louder every day Listen! It's like a bolt out of the blue Listen! It could be calling out for you Flower people, walk on by Flower people, don't you cry It's not too late, No It's not too late... Listen! It's like a Mozart symphony Listen! It's something just for you and me Listen to what the flower people say Listen! It's getting truer every day Aaah
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
The window's dirty, the mattress stinks This ain't no place to be a man I ain't got no future, I ain't got no past And I don't think I ever can The floor is filthy, the walls are thin The wind is howling in my face The rats are peeling, I'm losing ground Can't seem to join the human race Yeah, I'm living in a hell hole Don't want to stay in this hell hole Don't want to die in this hell hole Girl, get me out of this hell hole I rode a jet stream, I hit the top I'm eating steak and lobster tails The sauna's drafty, the pool's too hot The kitchen stinks of boiling snails The taxman's coming, the butler quit This ain't a way to be a man I'm going back to where I started I'm flashing back into my pan It's better in a hell hole You know where you stand in a hell hole Folks lend a hand in a hell hole Girl, get me back to my hell hole
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin' That's what I said The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand Or so I have read My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo Big bottom, big bottom Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em Big bottom drive me out of my mind How could I leave this behind? I met her on Monday, 'twas my lucky bun day You know what I mean I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day You know what I mean My love gun's loaded and she's in my sights Big game is waiting there inside her tights, yeah Big bottom, big bottom Talk about mud flaps, my girl's got 'em Big bottom drive me out of my mind How could I leave this behind? My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo I'd like to sink her with my pink torpedo Big bottom, big bottom Talk about bum cakes, my girl's got 'em Big bottom drive me out of my mind How could I leave this behind?
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
When I first laid eyes on County Dunne I was green as the hills so high But in later years the streets ran red with Blood neath the violet sky I loved me a lass whose hair was long And brown as the finest stew And she swore by the stars in the jet black night She'd be true as the sky so blue As I look back on the colors of me life I see them in faded hues The red of the blood of the orange and the green The gray of the sky and the moon's silver sheen All give me the Celtic blues
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
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The devil went to Devon Felt like the fourth degree He said, is it hot in here Or is it only me? Satan sat in Surrey Sweating like a pig He said, is this just a fluke Or is it something big? Warmer than hell Warmer than hell Warmer than hell Beelzebub's in Brighton The last time there he froze Now he says the sand is far too hot For his poor cloven toes Prince of Darkness went to Plymouth Summer all year long Said, is this global warming Or just some stupid song? Warmer than hеll Warmer than hell Warmer than hеll When the tarmac bubbles over And there’s sulfur in the air When the molten gates fly open You'll wish that you had a friend down there Sir Lucifer left London In his chariot of flame What say I take the credit, then And you shall take the blame Warmer than hell Warmer than hell Warmer than hell Warmer than hell Warmer than hell
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
In ancient times... Hundreds of years before the dawn of history Lived a strange race of people... the Druids No one knows who they were or what they were doing But their legacy remains Hewn into the living rock... Of Stonehenge Stonehenge! Where the demons dwell Where the banshees live and they do live well Stonehenge! Where a man's a man And the children dance to the Pipes of Pan Hey! Stonehenge! 'Tis a magic place Where the moon doth rise with a dragon's face Stonehenge! Where the virgins lie And the prayers of devils fill the midnight sky And you my love, won't you take my hand? We'll go back in time to that mystic land Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow I will take you there, I will show you how Oh! And oh how they danced The little children of Stonehenge Beneath the haunted moon For fear that daybreak might come too soon And where are they now? The little people of Stonehenge And what would they say to us? If we were here... tonight
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Short and sweet, my baby's all mine Head to feet, she's barely 4'9" She don't come up to here and she stay down there She don't come up to here, mmm, know what I mean? Short and sweet, my little costar Underneath my faulty radar She give me everything, she don't want nothing She give me everything, isn't she fine? Yeah Short and sweet, wee Aphrodite Très petite, but mucho mighty My mini muffin, ain't she something? My mini muffin, sweet as a pie, yeah Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet Short and sweet
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Cups and cakes Cups and cakes Oh what good things mother makes You've got to take tea won't you take it with me What a gay time it will be Cups and cakes Cups and cakes Please make sure that nothing breaks The china's so dear And the treacle so clear And I'm glad that you are here Milk and sugar Bread and Jam Yes please, sir And thank you ma'am Here I am Cups and cakes Cups and cakes I'm so full my tummy aches How sad it must end But I'm glad I'd a friend Sharing cups and cakes with me And cakes with me...
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026