WHITE ZOMBIE lyrics - Soul Crusher

Die, Zombie, Die

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What is it What it is. What is it Dazzling, yea starving town, starving town, out of the cold, out of the cold (Die, Die, Die!) Moneyman rumble. Dreamtime maker. Dressed to kill. Crybaby keeper. Nature of the madness. Lies very still. Shadow boxing motions a real believer. Areal believer. Look here, get it and go, look here. Seduction in a new new world, seduction. Into the fire (Die, Die, Die!) Cannibal collision american girl. Suck in your gut. Unlike before yea, unlike before, if you murder. Object of desire. Now come and get it. Get it! Come get it! Come. While I roustabout. Brutalities inflictied. A rush across the room. While the city sleeps. I want to ask you. What's in store Fleshy jaws. Now wait a minute.

Cold Irons Bound

BOB DYLAN "Time Out Of Mind"
I'm beginnin' to hear voices and there's no one around I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown I went to church on Sunday as she passed by And my love for her has taken such a long time to die Well, I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist It's almost like, almost like, I don't exist I'm twenty miles out of town, Cold Irons bound. Well, the walls of pride are high and wide Can't see over to the other side It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay It's sadder still to feel your heart turn away One look at you and I'm out of control Like the universe has swallowed me whole I'm twenty miles out of town and Cold Irons bound. There's too many people, too many to recall I thought some of 'em were friends of mine, I was wrong about 'em all Well, the road is rocky and the hillside mud Up over my head, nothing but clouds of blood I found my world, found my world in you But your love just hasn't proved true I'm twenty miles out of town and Cold Irons bound Twenty miles out of town, Cold Irons bound. Well the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds Reality has always had too many heads Some things last longer than you think they will Some kind of things you can never kill Though it's you, and you only, I'm singin' about But you can't see in and it's hard looking out I'm twenty miles out of town and Cold Irons bound. Well, the fat's in the fire and the water's in the tank Well, the whiskey's in the jar and the money's in the bank I tried to love and protect you because I care I'm gonna remember forever the joy we've shared Looking at you and I'm on my bended knee You've no idea what you did to me I'm twenty miles out of town and Cold Irons bound Twenty miles out of town and Cold Irons bound.

Plastic Soldiers

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
[Sample: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Verse 1:] The sound of silence versus the sound of War Echo death shock-renegade Crooked cynic tyrant Your ignorant bias is my Goliath Starving alliance seeps under the skin The seven deadly sins That seven elements of the malevolent The relevance of Graphic endeavours Drastic measures took for defence My secrets unfolds codes of conduct, raid Blade runner, intima-dating figment in the minds of the malignant Your opinion, not significant, bludgeon Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in side-walks Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished Vanished in gritty streets til' city seeks, sleep, head, rush Scope, infra-red touched Temple's the torment Pressure point contact Crush the dormant with missing links Syncopate movement, Our troubled blockade ends but I'm blemished in the blueprint Behold of the hideous I'm assaulted by the anthems of the lesser Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose passages Database entries slip through the fingers, you're forgotten A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded As Ace's hungered for upper handed plan strategy: strike force Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams A portrait of pillage Multiple put-downs paint burn marks on perception Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon The unbearable weight Contaminate little thieves Heaves, breath, the last gasp And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed Technique cast on the fresh but it's now thickly anointed, vicious cycle Ya'll spinnin if you tread before you think The center of my web is pen and ink It's the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists The masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists [Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Sample: Mike Batt - "Zero Zero" from "Zero Zero"] Dear Colleague I am so very sorry that my son has made such an exhibition of himself with your daughter It really does seem quite out of character Although I have to admit it is quite funny Of course he's really got into trouble with his supervisor But I'm afraid he's only got himself to blame It really... [Verse 2:] All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms Warning I'd skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore It's that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the pre-ceding Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidly into humid winds Lucid lens bend sigil spectrum's drippin' shades of rays I prayed for days lacking discolouring [?] Bigots may seems to scare me I dissect voids my friend drawin' cranes with metal flanks [?] Walkers cross Battlestars I travel far my radar flips Eye of the storm following scraping my backbone I try to spring clones leaving em like tendrils, that require, More than a click-click five While figments of malignant spine pleasuring quick to pigment puddles Gathered in gutters Type B-negative whirlpool I swarm fool like you, poetically puncture As still in dreams while empires fall apart He a cyborg killing machine with wires in his heart I'll never know of you Emotion reads close encounters I run The last classic example of a love of mic and sample Trampled pride is resurrected with ample improvement motor movement mandatory Not a question of should I But I passively consumed the role casted by masters of supreme sources Crafted by supreme forces Seemingly dream catcher Aesop Rock computer Hacker! See you lack a dispatch to request back up Collapsing scaffold mad pole crusher russian robot recruits We shoot starving artists 'de trops' and intrude I am waterfall I'm excluding inaudible slaughter calls Venomous survey calibrating mics for lurkin' [Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Sample: Mike Batt - "Whispering Fools" from "Zero Zero"] This young man is clearly a genetic throwback He seems to be experiencing primeval urges and feelings which frankly Unless we can terminate will contaminate others And threaten entire structure of our society

Already Somebody's Lover

Lila McCann "Lila"
I saw an old friend of ours today She asked about you and I didn't quite know what to say Heard you've been makin' the rounds round here While I've been tryin' to make tears disappear Now I'm almost over you I've almost shook these blues So when you come back around After painting the town you'll see That I'm almost over you You're such a sly one with your cold cold heart For you leavin' came easy but it tore me apart Time heals all wounds they say and I should know 'Cause it seems like forever but I'm letting you go Now I'm almost over you I've almost shook these blues So when you come back around After painting the town you'll see That I'm almost over you I can forgive you and soon I'll forget all my shattered dreams You took the love that you wanted and left me the misery Now I'm almost over you I've almost shook these blues So when you come back around After painting the town you'll see That I'm almost over you When you come back around After painting the town you'll see That I'm almost over you

Beer Time

JUSTIN MOORE "Outlaws Like Me"
Bird dog just had her puppies that's a hundred dollars cash apiece This old boy struck it country rich At least for a couple of weeks I owe my daddy that 50 spot And the muffler shop the rest But daddy and bubba's gonna have to waiibe got an empty ice chest Boys it's beer time This ol' town's dry Headed to the county line For something cold I need a twelve pack in a brown paper sack Ice it down in the back Find a deep mud hole I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine It's beer time I heard bocephus was coming to town and I still had a little cash I bought me a couple of nose bleed tickets Way up in the back It chilled me to the bone when he sang got A shotgun rifle and a four wheel drive Crowd went crazy and I told my baby It was worth every dime Now it's beer time Hearin' Hank play live country boy can survive I need something cold When the show ends party with my rowdy friends Hell of a weekend I ain't ready to go Crack another top beneath the parking lot lights It's beer time Boys it's beer time This ol' town's dry Headed to the county line For something cold I need a twelve pack in a brown paper sack Ice it down in the back Find a deep mud hole I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine It's beer time It's 5 o'clock Friday afternoon And it's beer time Yeah the fish are biting in a honey hole It's beer time

Cold River

JOHN HIATT "Master Of Disaster"
Well he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds Along the river outside of town As he wound his pocket watch To set time spinnin' 'em all around Wasn't long they'd be forgetting This old rainy Texas day Little fella wasn't meant For this old world anyway Gambling and whoring Hiding from plain view Tell me which one of us rounders Would you trust this poor child to You just roll on cold river Wash little Moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago town In Chicago town Well they rolled out of Austin On some kind of cattle train She'd been with him for a year Didn't know his second name He worked the small towns hustling nine ball She hooked the truck stops too They were trying to make Chicago Before the winter come blowing through Some trucker sprang a leak In California they supposed Started working Arizona Lord she missed the bloody rose They rambled through the southwest Making money and making time But they never could find no help Not a doctor, not that kind You just roll on cold river Wash little Moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago town In Chicago town Some women love their babies Some women won't have one Some Texas woman found him And we're still on the run The kind of life we're living He'd only slow us down Ain't good for nothing anyway Just rambling town to town You just roll on cold river Wash little Moses down We've got business to attend to In Chicago town In Chicago town Well he unpacked his suitcase She pulled her stockings down Dreaming up a pool hall And shooting up a round She thought about tomorrow When the money rolled around That night they slept like babies In Chicago town

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