Breathing Firey Angels Cry

Hey little kiddies it's Psyko T
I got some candy for you if you come with me
In the back of my van, with the my other little friends
You don't like 'em just ignore and their fuckin funky stench
I'd tell you to buckle up, but we ain't got no belts 
All we got is Jimmy in the corner gettin dizzy
So just snuggle up with him if you feel like gettin giddy
Except for you Jess you can sit up here with me
You can handle stick with them tig ol' fuckin bitties
Now you probably thinkin where the fuck we all goin?
But that's for me to know and you to find out
Jess get down what you do with your mouth
Oh yea baby don't stop that shit
Load another vessel and gimmie another hit
I wanna get lit, high on crack
Chasin down the mailman with a baseball bat!

Hey look the clowns are back in town
Everybody run when the sun goes down
Hey look the clowns are back in town
Hold you underwater untill you drown!

I know it's gettin crowded but we had to take the body
Cause the dead are fuckin sexy and it gets me really horny
I jack it too much now my eyes are goin blurry
Could really use a hand in getting back my focus
Wrap the razor wire round my cock and fuckin choke us
Why you snotty shits here, you swarm around like locusts
Clowns open up the doors and throw 'em to the road works
Stop the van back it up just to make sure
I'll be dammned if I'm goin down for a stupid minor
Passin round a J get that little bit higher
Cops are closing in wait I got an idea
Get the lighter get the liquor and just pass it up here
Coppers should've stopped, all I had was pot
It's not my fault that I love a good ol' molotov
It's not my fault I love the smell of flesh
First thing in the morning make a bloody mess

66 clowns jumping out of the van
No one wanna fuck with the Psyko man
Panic on the streets
Looneys runnin free
Flaying off the meat
It tastes so sweet
Could be yours could be theirs
They don't really fuckin care
Cause everybody here has lost the will to live
Last day alive, yo get what you can give
I'm seein children with they face smashed, houses on fire
Hipster faggots first, gettin thrown on a pile
Lookin like a ball pit I'll jump in with no pants on
Feels so fuckin good you can tell just by my hard on
Cry all you want, won't do no good
Every tear shed, rain down with blood
Enveloped in it all, I've had a fuckin ball
With an upside down frown yo
The clowns are back in town no!

Back In Town

Bloody murder violence plauges my mind
Catch me on a full moon night
There's no suprise that when I blink twice
I start pissin blood from my eyes
My thoughts are wrapped in razor wire twine
Everything I touch turns to shit
Like the midas touch, except I never asked for this
Can't settle down, I'm a lonely fucking clown
I can't live with myself
Somewhere I crossed a line
How can I bring myself to share what's mine
So many times I sit just dwelling thinkin on the day
I wanna watch the world burn if only I could find a way
Got my finger on the button, put it off another day
You think I'm only kidding when you hearin what I got to say
Diagnosis, psychosis demons having orgies in my brain
Standin by your window lookin in
Suicide mission yo, I'm the one who wins

Go your way,
I’ll take the long way ’round,
I’ll find my own way down,
As I should.
And hold your gaze
There’s coke in the Midas touch
A joke in the way that we rust,
And breathe again.

Stomp and crush your head in
Listen to it cave in scraping on the pavement
Don't look upon a clown when he's coming down
Off them pills
That they gave him to try and keep him still
But the pills gave him thrills and the skills
To keep on stacking kills, living in the hills
Skinning what he captures, laughing with a set ofgolden grills
I am the Tyrant not afraid of anything
Ruling with an iron fist I gotta love for shiny things
What seems to gets me hard is tearing hearts apart
I love it when you cry it's like going in dry
You thought you fucking knew me say good bye, bye, die
Incest, instead of fucking who I'm sposed to
I'm fucking who I'm close to
I am a scumbag I'll say it loud and proudly
But I'll climb up to the top so fuck you all who doubted me
See me on the T.V, listen to my warcry PSYKO CITY!

Cocaine, crack, green
Sniffin up amphetemines
Spread your legs apart and shove inside all sorts of treats
AXE coming straight out Psyko City
Kick your fucking door in now show some fucking bittys
Jerkin off in the corner I hear your cries of pain
Creepy crawlies scuttle round tryna get inside your brain
It's at the moment that I came, got another idea
Whippin out my polka dot cock now step up right here
Like a puppy at the pound get some spicey gonorrhea 
Can't you see that I'm toxic I shouldn't be trusted
Maybe one day all my enemies get their justice
Click their heels the day I'm off they shit list
I'll never fucking die, so they can fucking try
Take your best shot bitch but look me in the eye
There's only one verdict for this fucking clown
So I'll take in the view and take the long way round

Long Way Around

MUMBLE mAPPERS

Track 4 from Ria Hall's self titled EP. Produced by Riki Gooch. Keys by Cary Baxter. Written by Ria Hall. 
EP available on iTunes, band camp, amplifier and in all good record stores.
www.riahall.com 

I Am A Child

Lyrics:

Dig it.
Archaic transmigration

fragmentation
infinite dimensions
our last applause to the music the pain
the heartstrings strum and the sirens sing
in monotone
dance in monochrome
straight to my soul it's electric
psychedelic plane shift
the people the disciples
an extraordinary dilation of the pupils

the desert the mind
no two souls are alike (x3)
so the shaman sing the icaros
make sure the tribe is aligned
the desert the mind
no two souls are alike

you know
we know
I know
all go
just a fuckin' show
so these muthafuckaz can know the truth
as revealed in the vedas
the stories in the rain
and the scriptures of pain
raptures of rage
if you don't like the words baby please flip the page
entrenched, entranced
by the chaos and the rubble
bout the bust the bubble
call me king of the ring
cuz this the muthafuckin' royal rumble...yea

the desert the mind
no two souls are alike (x3)
so the shaman sing the icaros
make sure the tribe is aligned
the desert the mind
no two souls are alike

Extra-terrestrial erotica
psychedelic poetix...hah
enter the trenches of the soul
carrying the weight
of the unknown

the desert the mind
no two souls are alike (x3)
so the shaman sing the icaros
make sure the tribe is aligned
the desert the mind
no two souls are alike

MetemPyschosis (Prod. Baz Mantis)

Archaeo999

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