Welcome to Planet M**********r / Psychoholic Slag
Woven in the surface a premonition of a land erupting
A sparkling occasion of a city crashdown overhead
Revolving in a whirlpool a drag-o-rama
Walking on the sidewalk so let me see ya
Howling through the keyhole, "Goddamn, swept away"
She shouted—("Now let's move")
She love it—("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
I concentrate the midnight without the benefit of ceremony
Whoever said, "The one who strips your soul is
The one that got away"
A weather-beaten angel descending to embrace the cemetery
Got love, so mystifying, "Goddamn, swept away"
She shouted ("Now let's move")
She love it ("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
She shouted ("Now let's move")
She love it ("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
("Oh, wow!" "Cool it." "What's that, jock?" "Beat it." "You wanna start a rumble?")
Voodoo beat on the mind, the digs too deep to find
Something has got to give, man (psych-out)
Racketeer or star, you are just what you are
Don't play the misty, baby! (get you)
Into a river sky, electro nation cry, "I need another now."
Drift beyond the sleeping, the moon is shifting shadows on her figure
Swamp time locomotion "I can't take it, anymore!"
Sunlight through the shutters illuminating moment to the moment
Buzz a halo over "Goddamn, swept away"
She shouted ("Now let's move")
She love it ("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
She shouted ("Now let's move")
She love it ("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
("Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with?")
Planet pretty kill
Motherfucker hang me on the thrills
Psychoholic slag
Tomorrow, yeah, it's another drag, ow
Picnic in the homeland
Like a Jesus superstar (Yeah!)
Kiss me deadly, baby (baby)
Yeah, I know who you are (Come on)
Planet pretty kill
Motherfucker hang me on the thrills
No small heaven, baby
I got the left hand of the keeper
Meet me in St. Louis
God, a one-way ticket's cheaper, yeah
Time-travel I'm walking (Walking)
I got a white line zombie fever (fever) yeah
Time bomb the hero (hero)
Yeah, get down
("Hula fast shorts, swing with a gassy chick
Turn on to a thousand joys, smile on what happened
Then check what's gonna happen, you'll miss what's happening
Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum
Tomorrow, drag")
A sparkling occasion of a city crashdown overhead
Revolving in a whirlpool a drag-o-rama
Walking on the sidewalk so let me see ya
Howling through the keyhole, "Goddamn, swept away"
She shouted—("Now let's move")
She love it—("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
I concentrate the midnight without the benefit of ceremony
Whoever said, "The one who strips your soul is
The one that got away"
A weather-beaten angel descending to embrace the cemetery
Got love, so mystifying, "Goddamn, swept away"
She shouted ("Now let's move")
She love it ("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
She shouted ("Now let's move")
She love it ("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
("Oh, wow!" "Cool it." "What's that, jock?" "Beat it." "You wanna start a rumble?")
Voodoo beat on the mind, the digs too deep to find
Something has got to give, man (psych-out)
Racketeer or star, you are just what you are
Don't play the misty, baby! (get you)
Into a river sky, electro nation cry, "I need another now."
Drift beyond the sleeping, the moon is shifting shadows on her figure
Swamp time locomotion "I can't take it, anymore!"
Sunlight through the shutters illuminating moment to the moment
Buzz a halo over "Goddamn, swept away"
She shouted ("Now let's move")
She love it ("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
She shouted ("Now let's move")
She love it ("Let's take the back door")
Get in away, yeah
("Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with?")
Planet pretty kill
Motherfucker hang me on the thrills
Psychoholic slag
Tomorrow, yeah, it's another drag, ow
Picnic in the homeland
Like a Jesus superstar (Yeah!)
Kiss me deadly, baby (baby)
Yeah, I know who you are (Come on)
Planet pretty kill
Motherfucker hang me on the thrills
No small heaven, baby
I got the left hand of the keeper
Meet me in St. Louis
God, a one-way ticket's cheaper, yeah
Time-travel I'm walking (Walking)
I got a white line zombie fever (fever) yeah
Time bomb the hero (hero)
Yeah, get down
("Hula fast shorts, swing with a gassy chick
Turn on to a thousand joys, smile on what happened
Then check what's gonna happen, you'll miss what's happening
Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum
Tomorrow, drag")
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Wolfgang Zombie
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Nightbreed (Live 1995)
- Black Zombie - Live At the Cow Palace, LA June 1992
- It Came from N.Y.C.
- Let Sleeping Corpses Lie
- Supersexy Swingin' Sounds (Edited Version)
- Supersexy Swingin' Sounds (Explicit Version)
- Supersexy Swingin' Sounds
- Astro Creep: 2000 Songs Of Love, Destruction And Other Synthetic Delusions Of The Electric Head
- Astro Creep: 2000 Songs Of Love, Destruction And Other Synthetic Delusions Of The Electric Head (Edited Version)
- Cow Palace Hollywood 1992 (live)
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