An old favorite of favorites and olds alike.

Howling

First tune in 'Mangling Strangers' repertoire.

Houdini

Poor North America

my left hand is a stretch of land
a holy place.
the sun of japan.

cool water, ionize: make me ionized.

the sun stretches out over the sea like an island.
there's no place like paradise.
am i?

Enter (Epidermal Terrain)

I want you to seem not to think about me
I want you to seek out dreams when it seems you're awake
And kill yourself so you'll know how to die.

I need you to breathe!,
But breathe slowly.
Don't hold you're breath.
No! Don't believe you're free

Trust yourself. You'll know how to die.
Trust Yourself. You'll know when the time comes.

Come on and cause a silent riot.
Kamikaze with me.

Trust yourself. You'll know when the time comes to kill yourself.
kamikaze with me.

Silent Riot

Version One Of two... the Hootie and the Blowfish Version.

You got a little reminder on your right hand, Don't you
From back when you invited those sadists into your life

They pushed you down and smashed you up
Took your shit and laughed.
You let them get away with it.
You've got a lot of work to do, don't you?
It's the devils' work.

You make yourself out to be a mean, dirty punk
You're calling it lock-jaw
I know you're just holding your tongue.

Your frozen emotions are only weakling worthy
Day by day is no kind of way to live your life
Now, live your life.

You've got a lot of work to do don't you?

At least you're not a jesus freak!
You're such a sinner boy, Sometimes I can hardly speak!

Well about you to my mother,
Well about you to my brother
Well about you at all,

You mystic! You anachronistic street preacher.

Anachronistic Street Preacher (sloppy version)

365 X 3 = 1095 (Bottle'a Wine)

The Comatose Do

Out Here On The Dance Floor (Detroit Grand Pubahs cover)

it's a calculated combination,
lock and key
when you're home and alone
I is becoming me
slowly, but spinning surely down.

total annihilation's fascinating
something to see.
conversation, fornication, surreality 
well it's easy, man,
she's got the right I.D.

Don't get me running,
I'm a liar.
who tells the truth just to cut it loose?

Compassion for you and for yours
but tolerance will only stretch so far.
she's the one. she makes me!
but not me, I'm not being I...
not lately.

she makes me forget my worries.
we sit around and welcome the end
what's on a mad witch hunt for us.
cool and collected and only troubled by what other people see
you're neurotic and hot.
now i've got my doubts about this whole damned thing...

but she's the one! she makes me!

WarlockatLarge

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