Sun City Girls - Sexy Graveyard lyrics

"Ha,Ha,HAH....("And so the dead tongue Sang"-backwards masked) "We rode to the great divide. Down Rock and rubble, we flew inside (throat Clearing rites)." "Down rock and rubble we flew inside to The depths of the crusty mantle; To the crossroads of the verticle and the Horizontal. And spirits grew where weeds Had grown inside the moist and oily loam And at the spot our steed had steered The hell Baron Samedi appeared... And rose from the muddy mire and mist He granted us one final wish... Only if we as intruders of the middle Could give him an answer to his final Riddle. When we could illuminate these Infinite nights. Then he could administer Us our final rites "His riddle never has An answer. It eats away at sense, like cancer It burns like acid thru the soul And leaves a gaping breathless hole In Charons boat we always row For the mystery, you'll never know And you'll never recieve my final Wish, for you'll always be sleeping With the fishes.... With the vengeance of Jezebel- a Baby fell from the sky- it learned Her mothers curse 'Keep dagger Spike and sword adorned for Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'... 'and use those weapons without hesitation For you, like me, are governed by Hereditaryies legislation.' "My hot blood is a furious sap You shared while inside my womb Unwrapped. It leaves a code stuck In your head. It's words are sticky Hot and red. Its in your nerves; Its on your tongue. The same holds True for everyone. It shouts a call; It animates your elan vital "Its an originating birthday favor; However it only accounts for part Of your behavior. Prior to birth this Gift was pre-composed to act as Latently pre-disposed of what the Present can never know for sure A genetic trap you must endure "And the foetus stuck in the pit of My belly like ulcers on fire...A Lung from a cross made of twisted Barbed wire "Then they popped my eye from the Back of my head...And from the optic Nerve it bled. Pretty soon I could See the back of my own head "He crushed the communion wafers And mixed them with his own feces And fed them to his wives-they Contracted his disease "there is a devil; there is no doubt: He's either crawling in your mouth; Or he's matter falling out "there is a devil-there is no doubt He's either trying to get in or trying To get out! He's either crawling thru Your lips, or he's crawling outta your piss... "And taking the tea leaves, and Seperating them from the stems, I Steeped them in Holy Water and Beheld the cult of Siamese Twins "He cut off her breasts with a Needle and thread. And he pulled Them with incisions and gouges. With Her own blood he made her sign A pact with the devil; and with Her breasts, he fashioned tobacco pouches "The fine tobacco flowed from the Nipple like pus freely floating From the head of a pimple "The fog hung down in the low Gluey paste as I peered thru the Opening at the rip of loves place The steam burned off and it lifted and Fleed, for her c*nt was filled with Ashes that could only be seen by me "And dreams that invade like an Incoming shroud that could scream Like the lightening that scribbled the Low, dark clouds with faint little dreams "I beheld the Baron Samedi rise From the grave on a crest with the Coat-of-arms of Saint Lazarus Tattooed on his breast "Making a new departure instead Of repeating old habits-he held up The heart of Erzuli and with his Knife he did stab it. Like Cupid: A baby with wings and a dart- he Aimed the bow and peirced her heart "Lets have a moment of silence For the terminal mythomaniac "Lets bow our head for those who can't Afford therapy. For those quirks Of behavior that will never be 'healed'- If depression is fate, then one's fate Will sadly be sealed "Lets put a smile on the fate of the Professional man-who'll accept a big Check from the man with the frown Whenever he can.... Upside down, the frown makes sense- Happiness has its own expense... "And on and on, anonymous- the Victims silently obsess.... "Van Van oil-'the weeds of misfortune'- 'tying the Devils shoestring'-'the crowning Glory'-'Samsons delight'-'the elevation of Lazarus'-'the Double-cross oil'- 'the Consecration of Damballa'... "She had a face as sharp as an ax..." *(transliterated from Bahasa Javanese): 'ting tanka ling manuk teen Turlin teen utsen. Plas cackal bapa Satar bulingen.... (repeat) "Ning Ning Nang-Ning Ning Nang... (repeat) "Dalam Dalam sumping, dor badir jor Tu tung juck malanti yeh oh, yeh Oh yeh ombong" "Scratchin' scratchin'! He Just started scratchin at the poison (coughing, etc.) Scratchin' etc.... "Like a fast acting poison, he Just started scratchin etc...." (Final gong tone) The End -C. Gocher 1992-1995 (New Orleans, L.A., Seattle,Wash.)