I Ain’t No Goddamn Son of a Bitch!

Posted on 2019/01/25 by Chad Philip

Where Eagles Dare (track 10 from the Legacy of Brutality LP by Misfits )

We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser with jaded eyes and features
You think they really care?

I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch—you better think about it baby!

An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal
Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands

I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch—you better think about it baby!

Let’s test your threshold of pain
Let’s see how long you last
That’s happened in your rape on bosoms of your past
With jaded eyes and features, you think they really care?
Let’s go where eagles dare
We’ll go where eagles dare

I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch—you better think about it baby!

Be Forewarned, Dear

Posted on 2018/01/17 by Chad Philip

I Don’t Mind the Pain (track 10 from the Danzig 4 LP by Danzig )

Remember to call my name, I adore it
If you speak my name, I implore it
If with all these things we invoke here, call you out our name—but be forewarned, dear

I don’t mind the pain

We hear you call our name, we adore it
Hear you all these things that we invoke here
If you call our name, rest assured, dear
See you all these things, but be forewarned, dear

I don’t mind the pain

I stay so arcane in the shadows of your brain
Will I come to you again?
Remember that I don’t mind the pain

Hear you call our name, can you afford it?
Wracked with all these things and beyond hope, dear
Remember to call our name and we assure you
Trip with all these things that we invoke here

I don’t mind the pain

And I stay so arcane in the shadows of your brain
Will I come to you again?
Remember that I don’t mind the pain

Please Don’t Feed My Television Screen

Posted on 2016/11/12 by Chad Philip

TV Casualty (track 02 from the Static Age LP by Misfits )

There are paint smears on everything I own
The vapor rub is lying on a table of filth
Christmas cards to which I never reply
My eyeballs absorb only blue filtered light

TV casualty
We’re alright!

I wish they’d put Prince Namor on the tube
Hold on, I think I have to puke
There’s a spot in the corner where I always go
I like to feed the flies that I know

Please don’t feed my television screen

TV casualty
We’re alright!

Babies in prison, they call it a womb
Nine month sentence, no parole
Slivers of steel stuck in your lungs
Breathe deep, we need a donor for blood

Jaguars at the cemetery
Cadillacs grazing at your grave
Zeniths grazing at your grave
Sonys grazing at your grave

TV casualty
We’re alright!

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