RELEASE THE BATS (Cave)
whooah bite! whooah bite!
release the bats. release the bats
don't tell me that it doesn't hurt.
a hundred fluttering in your skirt
(don't tell me that it doesn't hurt)
my baby is alright
she doesn't mind a bit of dirt
she says 'horror vampire bat bite'
she says 'horror vampire
how I wish those bats would bite'
whooah bite! bite!
release the bats! release the bats!
pump them up and explode the things
her legs are chafed by sticky wings
(sticky sticky little things).
my baby is a cool machine
she moves to the pulse of her generator
says damn that sex supreme.
she says damn that horror bat
sex vampire, cool machine
release the bats! release the bats!
release them!
baby is a cool machine
she moves to the pulse of her generator
says damn that sex supreme.
she says, she says damn that horror bat
sex horror sex bat sex sex horror sex vampire
sex bat horror vampire sex
cool machine
horror bat. bite!
cool machine. bite!
sex vampire. bite!
VIXO (Cave)
ah fed Vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia
til it nor ah could stand the strain no longer
sucked a chicken bone, tossed it in the corner
raisin up like Lazaurs, up, up from its cot
an making for the door, now...
infant-prodigy creates a phantom-friend, yeag
stickin' sack an ol' Jack-Jack into its itchin-ten
oh! don't ya linger! ooh! don't ya linger, now,
mah monster-piect...mah perfect-murder-machine
don't ya linger, for ah can feel mah youth slipping outa me
yeah, ah can feel mah youth slip outa me.
call it, call it Vixo. call it Vee.
ah all it, an it comes to me.
call it Vixo. call it me
march headlong into the heart of fear
ah will follow thee.
what kept ya? whaa? what kept ya?
you get trouble? sum'n go wrong?
Vixo grinning, climbs up into mah lil boy arms.
what you get?
tell me, what ya gone 'n' brung me from the hollow?
yeah! we're laughin'...but our laughter is shallow
ain't it funny...my childhood name is Sorrow.
Vixo sighs, 'n' lays its head upon mah pillow.
call it. call it Vixo. call it Vee.
call it, an it comes to me.
Vee...ah...Hex...oh-oh, come crawl with me.
into the dark heart of despair
ah will not forsake thee.
listen...instruction!
ditch it, pitch it. now hitch it up along the ridge
ya laughin b'neath the Sherriff's wheels
that go screamin cross Hooper Bridge
skirt the out-skirts. up mah back-stair. ya sack all undone.
don't touch nothin! water runnin in the tub
get there! and scrub ev'ry one.
when ya STRUCK ya STRUCK!
ya struck a thousand crickets dumb
Hooper-Hollow iced over then, all hush, hush
in the cool midday sun
hush! ah say hush! hu-u-u-ush!
sittin on the roof, laugh at mahself
as they rope off the woods
watchin' all the good-people
go beating the bush.
BLUNDERTOWN (Cave)
Blundertown is drowned in no brainstorm
smothered in mud at the foot of the river
the color vague is slapped around stupid
blood dries to a very dull color
I'm drowning and there is no relief from
it's only 12,000 miles to heaven
but the car is broken and we're all well-spoken
I've met three people but I don't think they like me
and we all talk about the state of the weather
I'm drowning and there is no relief from
and everything I say are my own thoughts
don't listen to my very dull brother
I'm drowning and there is no relief from
KATHY'S KISSES (Cave)
Kathy's kisses, they fall out of
her mouth onto the floor, collect dust
and sweep them under the door
BLAST OFF (Cave)
this time it's the truth
this time nothings gonna fall on through
these books
are broken up
Blast off!
wham! bam!
Right off the shelf
Right off the shelf
Blast off!
this is it- the last one
this ine's the final-in-a-fair-field-of-wheat
this building
will may be fall down
Blast off!
Down! down!
Down! down!
The ground
Down! down!
The ground
Blast off!
TRUCK LOVE (Cave)
truck love! right here!
truck love! right now!
bewitched by pure power. that's truck love!
in the gully of your choice. truck love!
jam-up on a leaping tree. head on! head first!
and god came down and talked to me
and I damn nearly wept.
tears rolling down the dash! tears rolling down the dash!
we can't stop the monster rolling!
we can't stop the monster rolling!
we can't stop the monster rolling!
we can't stop the monster rolling!
rise to power! rise to power!
rise to power! rise to power!
your stare bright like gold
eye-spot interference all across the fucking road.
burn my eyes! burn my eyes! baybeeeeee!
my hands keep shaking when I'm touching ya
my hands keep shaking when I'm touching ya
they keep shaking when I ain't
they keep shaking when I ain't.
truck love! truck love!
pit-stop lovers!
right now and the now is right!
this highway is done bent on killing us.
the face of christ is leaping from the storm
the face of christ is leaping from the storm
you tend to get religious on these runs.
rise to power! rise to power!
rise to power! rise to power!
divine power has gone crawled into this tank
every metal muscle flexed and pumping at the crank.
pumping at my axis. rendering me sexless.
mega-tons of muscle kicking dust across Texas.
truck love! out on the city limits
drive straight into the eye of the next town that we hit
gun it once for the hillbillys
just to make them shit.
fuck love! this truck love!
fuck love! this truck love!
the dolls on the grill are caked in bloody bug guts
the dolls on the grill are caked in bloody bug guts
truck love! truck love!
rise to power! rise to power!
the dolls on the grill are caked in bloody bug guts
the dolls on the grill are caked in bloody bug guts
truck love! truck love!
there are things burning in the desert
rise to power! rise to power!
there are things burning in the desert
rise to power! rise to power!
STOW-A-WAY (Cave)
hey hey I am the stow-a-way
hey hey I am the stow-a-way
my girl turned as blue as an iceberg do
and me I'm totally shipwrecked over her
baby baby don't blow away
hey hey I am the stow-a-way
I am the stow-a-way
this is your captain talking to ya
this is your captain talking to ya
this is your captain talking to ya
this is your captain talking to ya
heartache
hey hey I am the stow-a-way
I am the stow-a-way
my baby turned blue as an iceberg do
and I sank to the bottom of the sea
hey baby don't blow away
hey hey I am the stow-a-way
I am the stow-a-way
this is your doctor talking to ya
this is your doctor talking to ya
this is your doctor talking to ya
this is your doctor talking to ya
heartache
DUMB EUROPE (Cave)
on this European night out on the brink
the cafes and the bars still stink
the air is much too thick for seeing
but not thick enough for leaning
I leave in a catatonic crawl
and if I die tonight then throw me in
some bleak teutonic hole
six feet under with a snap-frozen soul
and really we could all just die of shame
dumb Europe, dumb Europe, dumb Europe.
oh the Utopian night on the brink
Mama's face staring up at me from the bottom of the sink
witness my trail of destruction
trying to leave this drinking place
my feet are magnetised for furniture
the floor's attracted to my face
and if I die tonight
sell me as some pre-historic bone
a lump of junk-souvenir for Jap
to fob off on his friends back home
the money-dance...
I find it hard to cope with days like this. pass the bottle etc.
dumb Europe, dumb Europe, dumb Europe.
on this European night out on the brink
the cafes and the bars still stink
the air is much too thick for seeing
but not thick enough for leaning
I leave in a catatonic crawl
and if I die tonight then throw me in
some bleak teutonic hole
six feet under with a snap-frozen soul
and really we could all just die of shame
dumb Europe, dumb Europe, dumb Europe.
PLEASURE IS THE BOSS (Cave)
they're working us like dogs around here
'cause pleasure is the boss
and I'm the happiest slave alive around here
'cause pleasure is the boss
and nothing is safe that don't stand still
if it's o.k. with the boss
I'm gunna walk right up and take it yeah
if it's o.k. with the boss.
walk!
what's o.k. with boss is o.k. with me
what's o.k. with boss is o.k. with me
PLEASURE HEADS MUST BURN (Cave)
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one
I reckon if I touch it might just burn
flesh-heads like me just wax and melt
when my tongue touches titty's tongue in turn
sometimes pleasure heads must burn
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
my brain tricked my hands to believe they were strong
in short, my hands became clubs to grind
I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one
kiss me darling, kiss my eyes to blind
kiss my clubs and witness what my knuckles find
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
I feel a little low, you know what I mean?
buried neck-high in British snow
I reckon I'm a bit too close to this one
shoot me darling, shoot me in the head and go
ya! ya! teeth gone. follow my trail back home.
ya! ya! teeth gone. follow my trail back home.
ya! ya! bu-u-u-u-u-u-rn! pop! pop!
etcetera.
LOOSE (Pop)
now look out
I took a record of pretty music
I went down and baby you can tell
I took a record of pretty music
now I'm putting it to you straight from hell
I'll stick it deep inside
I'll stick it deep inside
cause I'm loose
I feel fine to be dancin' baby
I feel fine, I'm a shakin' leaf
I feel fine to be dancin' baby
cause it's love, yeah I do believe
I'll stick it deep inside
I'll stick it deep inside
cause I'm loose
and I'll stick it deep inside
and I'll stick
hey
well I'm loose, well I'm loose,
well I'm loose.