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The Fortune Teller
04:40
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Dusty wagon serpent scales
Spine o'crooked spinning tales
Traveling south with a rusted crate
Silver dollar she'll read your fate
I met the crone in the afternoon
An evening prior to the full moon
She said boy you're in awful danger
You might be young but you're soon to meet the undertaker
She closed her eyes and on the count of three
Held out her hand and she gave to me
A ball of yarn in a pale blue
Said take this and lace your boots
Old bones what do you know?
Let slip the secrets that you hold.
When I returned to my own room
Did just what I was told to do
Pale blue and faded leather met
Soft strings through eyelets
The next morning headed straight for town
Towards the silver mines then underground
It ain't much but it's honest work
Down here with the canary birds
I swing a pick and I chip away
The rock gives birth to the silver veins
Some days the gods smile on you
But when your luck runs out you're bound to lose
Old bones what do you know?
Let slip the secrets that you hold.
All day in that dark hole
Down to my very last candle
The earth above began crumbling
I freed the bird and started running
Boulders fell all around me
I ran towards the light and then suddenly
My feet were pinned beneath a great stone
The entrance to the mine began to close
As I screamed and squirmed for life
The yarn on my boots tore open wide
My feet came free and I stumbled out
Just before the mine had shut her mouth
Old bones now I know
I see the fortune that you told
I went back to where I met the crone
Only to find myself alone
She packed her things and moved along
As is the nature of a vagabond
Her camp was empty but I walked around
My bare feet on the leafy ground
Among the brush something caught my eye
I picked it up and to my surprise
Within my hands lay a ball of yarn
Thread pale blue soft and warm
No doubt she left it just for me
That old crone was surely lady destiny
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2. |
Monster Crazy
04:15
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Some gals like handsome.
Some gals like strong.
Some gals like funny, don’t get me wrong!
But what about them gals, who dream about the chills?
Cos there’s a certain type of creature, who gives me all the feels.
Oh I think I’ve got a crush on Frankenstein’s monster
I think I have a thing for the creeps
Is it wrong that I desire, he who’s biggest threat is fire
Cos I surely hope his heart is mine for keeps
Oh the creatures of the night, how they give me quite a fright
I can’t help it I’m a spooky kinda gal
As I’m laying on my pillow fantasizing bout that thrill though
With Franky and all the kings of hell
Oh that silly bride of his who does she even think she is
She’s got the most perfect man in all the land
But come to think of another I’m reminded of his brother
Oh that sexy looking scruffy wolf man
Oh I think I have a crush on the wolf man
I think I have a thing for the creeps
Is it wrong for me to swoon for he who howls at the moon
Cos I surely hope his heart is mine for keeps
Oh the creatures of the night how they give me quite a fright
I can’t help it I’m a spooky kinda gal
As I’m laying on my pillow fantasizing bout that thrill though
With wolfy and all the kings of hell
Now I may be monster crazy but these hunks are just amazing
Yet again another suitor just for me
Yeah he may be still decayin’ but I bet he won’t be playin’
Oh snap what a super fine mummy
Oh I think I have a crush on the mummy
I think I have a thing for the creeps
Is it wrong of me to lust, for he whose half way turned to dust
Cos I surely hope his heart is mine for keeps
Oh the creatures of the night how they give me quite a fright
I can’t help it I’m a spooky kinda gal
As I’m laying on my pillow fantasizing bout that thrill, though
With mummy and all the kings of hell
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Devils #2
04:28
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The Devil doesn’t work alone
It’s a big ol’ world out there dontcha know
So if you wanna meet his number two
Look no further, she’s staring right at you
The Devil doesn’t have the time
to drag each soul underground, through the fire
See that’s where I come in to the picture
I’ll take your mom and I’ll take your sister
When the Devil comes for you
don’t be surprised to meet his number two
Though I’ve got hair instead of horns a’pointed
I’m your gal so don’t be disappointed
When the Devil comes for you
don’t be surprised to meet his number two
I’ll come around and get you in the night
but I’m so pretty you won’t put up a fight
It’s true I never work alone
I’m a lazy bastard on my own
Didn’t wanna do it all myself
so I went out and found some help
The Devil’s work ain’t always fun n’ games
Ain’t all rusted nails and iron chains
From Earth to Hell below is quite a distance
Not ashamed to say I need assistance
When the Devil comes for you
don’t be surprised to meet his number two
Though I’ve got hair instead of horns a’pointed
I’m your gal so don’t be disappointed.
When the Devil comes for you
don’t be surprised to meet his number two
I’ll come around and get you in the night
but I’m so pretty you won’t put up a fight
The Devil’s not too good with keeping’ a schedule
If you’re in charge o’ me, I can be a handful
I’m not complaining, it’s a decent gig
I drive her crazy, but she’s got her tricks
Sundays we hold demon bible study
you know I hate to read as much anybody
and every time he always tries to bail
I’d rather torture folks with rusty nails
When the Devil comes for you
don’t be surprised to meet his number two
Though I’ve got hair instead of horns a’pointed
I’m your gal so don’t be disappointed
When the Devil comes for you
don’t be surprised to meet his number two
I’ll come around and get you in the night
but I’m so pretty you won’t put up a fight
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4. |
Whiskey on my Thoughts
03:24
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Money's going I've been overdrawn
Whiskey's flowing over every thought
Somehow i'm still thinking an awful lot
Maybe I need six more double shots
Honey's sweeter when its in the hive
Whiskey's neater when there's no more ice
I've been reading I can't close my eyes
Started believing there's just no more right
I'm starting to think things are better when i'm in the drink
I'm starting to feel I don't like it when i'm thinking clear
So pour some whiskey pour some whiskey on my thoughts
Pour some whiskey pour some whiskey on my
Faces that I wanted to forget
Like the ashes from my cigarette
Whiskey holds these memories in check
Leaving nothing but a vague regret
I've been waiting for the night to go
No more daylight as far as I know
Bourbon whiskey burnin' down my throat
Breathe out barrels of this black charred oak
I'm starting to think things are better when i'm in the drink
I'm starting to feel I don't like it when i'm thinking clear
So pour some whiskey pour some whiskey on my thoughts
Pour some whiskey pour some whiskey on my thoughts
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