Here's the werds:
The music echoed like an atom bomb
A phys-ed major and a braindead blond take another long cold drink of dumb
Everybody came out tonight, to watch the game and fuck and fight
Another long week down the plug
In the dirty lavatory, acting out your fantasy
With your very own dead pin up girl
All the people on the dancefloor singin, like a choir of dumb
All the while I've been back here thinkin
No I couldn't watch it, I couldn't watch at all
Like a buzzard soaring through the smoky air
His crosshairs focused on a wounded deer slowly waiting to expire
The doorman watches on with folded arms, waiting on that false alarm
To satisfy his one lone desire
A zebra pattern and a painted face, The zenith of the human race
All except my one, lonely pin up girl
All the ladies in the front row screamin, this next number's for you
lift your glasses up, let jimmy fill em
may I introduce to you, here comes Mr. Jones

Pin-Up Girl

The final showdown between good and evil. A battle waged since time immemorial

The Wrath of Peg Pelvis Pete part I & II

Words and Music by TF and Dave Lesh.

A dirty lace dress stained with whiskey and gin, a foul group of boys who live solely to sin
She works night and day, without any pay, she eats what she can while the boys watch the band.
A drunken fist fight lit by oil lamp light, the pistols come out and you hear someone shout. The constable grins, with his hand on his pin, A man and hi whore lay dead on the floor.
The rumors arrived of that bastard Jack Hive, and poor Olivia knew the man was alive who had killed her true love and now it was his time to die.
The greasy haired rider came in with a grin, his sleeves stained with blood and an evil within, their eyes met a moment as he surveyed the room, this dirty old brothel would soon be his tomb.
Olivia, my wife my queen don't waste your life for me. Those days and years you were in my arms oh don't despair my dear.
She patiently sat as he played cards she waited, she watched him get drunk and she watched him get faded when he came up the stairs she jumped for the gun.

Olivia's first shot she only had grazed him
Her second,a gut shot, now no one can save him
Jack never let out a plea or a cry
The last shot she planted right between his eyes

Olivia, my wife my dear, how long I've watched you cry.
now dry your tears, I'm in your arms to our love eternity abides

Olivia Whiskey

Leaving

Snuggly Kittens Resting Atop Jerry Garcia's Bloated Corpse

Plague Doctor

This is an old Giants Despair tune with Dave Lesh on words, Tom DaBomb on skins and yo momma on dis dick

Poor Catherine

A rough draft of my vision for a great metal song. 

Satan Raped Your Father

Sensitive Man Sings About His Feelings

did this little number on my cellular telephone

Heaven's Gate

Unfinished Idea

old von lust demo probably our best song that we did feat. dave lesh guitar vocals mark d guitar aj reinhart bass and mike badass badowski tearin up the skins

Hollow

My Man

Mountains

Man Of Your Dreams

Uncanny Valley

Wilhelm's Hell Hounds

Please (Don't Be Dead)

whiny yet pretentious but a nice guitaring in the middle

This Was Your Life

werds:
Stay back, Lay back
Pick up that needle and drop it on a deep track
and let the scene fade to black into another time
Lay Low
Stay or Go
It was a long time I know
It was the summertime
Thick black shadows, stretchin in the streetlight
False idols building tall, golden shrines
searching for another sign
Barefeet, Concrete
take a deep breath and step out on the pavement heat
calculate the odds we could meet, in a lifetime
Dank, Mold
Down, below
It was a wrong turn of mine...
It was the summertime
We had a voice, We had a choice
but in the end we settled for a shitshow
basking in the warm afterglow of our suicide
Hey, No
Say it aint so
It was the one way, the only way I know....
It was the summertime

Afterglow

Tommy Furlong is the surviving 1/3 of the critically acclaimed musical tour de force, and prodigal sons of Wilkes-Barre, http://soundcloud.com/giantsdespair

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