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In the pet shop district.
Stands an old burnt tenement.
Went up in flames in 69, abandoned ever since.
A silhouette unknown,
can be seen up on the roof.
They say he lives alone among ambient multitudes.
Science hatched him from an egg.
He's an E.T. left behind.
Inhuman reproduction left to starve alone and die.
On that 88th street.
People still speak of his name.
Feeling eerie as they look around for a sign of something strange.
Woh-ho! Woh-ho!
The ballad of the Pigeon Man
He's a human bird hyrbid.
Some say he has a beak.
Some say he's lived so long on eating only worms and leaves.
So leave the beast alone.
His twisted world of peace.
Is not one understood by your sick-sad society.
For every bird a ring.
For every ring a string.
With solemn breath and a heavy chest, the birdman took a leap.
He was flying toward the sun.
What a wonder to the eye.
To this day his spirit haunts the streets long after his goodbye.
Woh-ho! Woh-ho!
The ballad of the Pigeon Man
Sick World. Strange Land.
The ballad of the Pigeon Man.
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2. |
The Free Man's Dance
02:26
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We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
The man in black, with a badge on his hat.
When push comes to shove, there's a gun in his hand.
It's hard to see a life form in a crumbling heart of stone.
No justice in that badge. The fault will never be his own.
A freeman danced.
He made his way down town.
Armed with a picket sign.
They beat him to the ground.
He begged them all to stop.
His words were choked away.
"Protect and Serve"
The laws they choose when to obey.
I want to hear you scream at the top of your lungs!
These pigs are cops, not food!
Can't you tell?
Can't you tell by the gun?
We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
We'll sing and dance in paradise.
There are no cops in paradise.
See them on the silent corners and they're outside of your home.
Waiting for a chance to cross the line. This never ending show.
Pigs, they beat you in the shadows. Not for some fear of the light,
but because it gives them power hiding from the prying eyes.
A freeman danced.
He made his way down town.
Armed with a picket sign.
They beat him to the ground.
He begged them all to stop.
His words were choked away.
"Protect and Serve"
The laws they choose when to obey.
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3. |
The Lament Configuration
02:40
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You'll find no tears here in this place between pleasure and pain.
Pull the needles in my skin right out of my face.
Some call them demons in the regions they explore.
Some call them angels and they crave for pleasures more and more.
C-E-N-O-B-I-T-E
Come unto me.
C-E-N-O-B-I-T-E
Come unto me.
Beware! Beware!
Jesus wept!
The hooks and chains rip at your flesh in acts of mutilation.
You brought this apon yourself with the Lament Configuration.
Some call them demons in the regions they explore.
Some call them angels and they crave for pleasures more and more.
C-E-N-O-B-I-T-E
Come unto me.
C-E-N-O-B-I-T-E
Come unto me.
Woh-oh Woh-oh x3
Cenobite!
Hey! Hey! x3
Cenobite!
Hey! Hey! x3
Cenobite!
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4. |
Burning From Within
02:25
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I look around and I just feel so alone.
Tattered and dejected.
You put me down and you cut me deep.
Like a research frog you've been dissecting.
So burn! So burn!
With this raging fire I keep inside.
So burn! So burn!
Once and for all, I'm cutting all my ties.
I, the winter fire.
All my ashes turn to dust.
Will you watch me fade away?
or push me to combust?
To fade away and not be seen atleast for just a glimpse.
Disgusted with this rotten world,
of you, my hand I rinse.
There's nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
There's nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
You see me and you tease me cause I'm different than you,
but there is nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
I look around and I see the end.
It's coming just as I detected.
You've been no friend to me.
Like a fucking snake, you've been rejected.
So burn! So burn!
With this raging fire I keep inside.
So burn! So burn!
Once and for all, I'm cutting all my ties.
I, the winter fire.
All my ashes turn to dust.
Will you watch me fade away?
or push me to combust?
To fade away and not be seen atleast for just a glimpse.
Disgusted with this rotten world,
of you, my hand I rinse.
There's nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
There's nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
You see me and you tease me cause I'm different than you,
but there is nothing wrong with me.
There's something wrong with you.
So next time, don't be surprised,
when bricks fall from the sky.
If you survive, just realize
that your patch should not cross mine.
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A little girl from a broken home
doesn't need this anymore.
Grew up with nothing in her life
sleeping on the coldest floors
Wondering why life is this way.
Why she's the one who pays.
"I lost all I had that day, I was just a life to waste..."
and so we sing...
I HATE YOU
From my swingset of abandoned youth.
Monkey bars of lightning
and the sandbox where she rests.
Had a late night with a customer,
next morning was dead.
Made her money the
best way she knew how
till things got out of hand.
To this day I visit her
and leave her some notes in the sand...
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6. |
Tv Casualty (Tv Tragedy)
02:07
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7. |
Six Pack
02:01
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