1. |
Devilock Woman
02:53
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Look out honey it’s a strobe light dance
Knee high boots and hangin’ in a cage
Devilock woman gotta whip and chain
Devilock woman gonna spit in your face
Devilock woman gonna dance like a snake oh yeah!
Here she comes!
She drinks from a jar buried in a swamp
A hard rockin’, head knockin’, bride of a ghoul
Devilock woman gonna dance like a snake
Devilock woman gonna open the gates
Devilock woman gotta whip and chain oh yeah!
Open up!
She’s got blood on her tongue and fire in her eyes
Hell bendin’, sidewindin’, face huggin’ thighs
Devilock woman gonna dance like a snake
Devilock woman gonna open the gates
Devilock woman gonna spit in your face oh yeah!
Come out of your skin!
Devilock woman gonna dance like a snake
Devilock woman gotta whip and chain
Devilock woman gonna open the gates oh yeah!
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2. |
Ghosts On The Range
03:43
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Riders of the night
Take the town - from god
Masks of men - unknown
Rising - from the grave
Blood - runs cold
In the shadow of the hanging tree
Strangers - of the gun
Bring darkness - to the land
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3. |
I Don't Care
02:11
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4. |
Rattlesnake
03:25
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Coiled in the pit for a steel line tension strike
Rattle of a tail, warning of a poisonous bite!
Watch where you step and keep a wary eye –
For the Rattlesnake!
Snake burning gaze, looking to paralyze
A serpent hiss and a fire in its eyes!
Crawl out of its skin and shadow of the night –
Of the Rattlesnake!
Castanet music and a twisted dance of death
Frozen in time and not a shallow breath
Snake eyes locked and ready to take you out –
It’s the Rattlesnake!
Twist… Dance… Strike…
Hiss… Spit… Bite…
Watch where you step and keep a wary eye –
For the Rattlesnake!
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5. |
Witches Moon II
03:16
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In the Autumn moon’s eerie glow
Shadows long and dark, they grow
Skin begins to swell and crawl
Eyes on fire, and hands to claws
In the light of the witches' moon
In the ghoulish blue-white glow
Where the spirits sing and play
In the light of the witches' moon
Stalking from the edge of the night
Howling at the witches' moon
Supernatural transformation
Cursed lycanthropic wound
In the light of the witches' moon
In the ghoulish blue-white glow
Where the spirits sing and play
In the light of the witches' moon
In the light of the witches' moon
In the ghoulish blue-white glow
Where the spirits sing and play
In the light of the witches' moon
In the light of the witches' moon
In the light of the witches' moon
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It's a war, that we're declaring
It's a war, that we're preparing for
And there's nothing that you can do
There's nothing that you can do
It's a war, what are those marks all over your face
It's a war, you've become a nuclear race
And there's nothing that you can do
There's nothing that you can do
It's a war, that we're declaring
It's a war, that we're preparing for
And there's nothing that you can do
There's nothing that you can do
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7. |
Monster
03:17
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Stomping with a sound of thunder
Chomping on military armor
Clawing from a hot volcano
Fire breathing lizard monster
Monster walking on the nation
Feeding on the population ROAR!
Invasion of a primeval monster
Marching rampage of destruction
Burning with a breath of hell fire
Fire breathing lizard monster
Monster walking on the nation
Feeding on the population ROAR!
Shaking with violent tremors
Crushing the world in its path
Greenlight glows radioactive
Fire breathing lizard monster
Monster walking on the nation
Feeding on the population ROAR!
Monster walking on the nation
Feeding on the population Monster! Monster!
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