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The Creep
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Look into his dead eyes
Is it just like you saw on TV?
He's kind of a sad guy
Waiting for his opportunity
But don't think for a minute
He would back down from it
Come on down, down on your knees
I guess now you know why they call him the creep
Look into the crosshairs
Did you see what you thought you would see?
Now that you've been there
Is it just how you thought it would be?
He don't belong in a cell
Gonna send him to hell
Six, six, six feet deep
I guess now you know why they call him the creep
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Banging Camp
02:58
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Holly wore a string around her finger
She said it helps her to remember all the nights that we got over
Besides, it ties her outfit all together
Holly wore a string around her finger
There's strings attached to every single lover
But not enough to teather us together
Listen in the back of the theater
I think they really love one another
Yeah, there's strings attached to every little lover
And when they say great white sharks
They mean the kind in big black cars
And when they say killer whales
It means they whaled on him until they killed him up in penetration park
Holly wore a cross to ward 'em off
She said if they think your a Christian then they won't call in the dogs
But if they think you're Catholic they'll wanna meet your boss.
Holly wore a cross to ward 'em off
And there's camps down by the banks of the river
It's shady in the night but mostly okay in the light
Hey sweet recovery come wade into the water with me
There's camps down by the banks of the river
And when they say black and tans
They mean the kind from the cans
We ain't got time to mix it all together
I'm a very busy man, man
She said I dig the awkward silences
Grew up in denial and went to school in Massachusetts
He said I like to party on the problem blocks
And I can't stand it when the banging stops
I saw her at the party pit
She was shaky but still trying to shake it
Half naked and three quarters wasted
She was completely alone
I saw him at the riverbank
He was breaking bread and giving thanks
With crosses made of pipes and planks
Leaned up against the nitrous tanks
He said take a hit
Hold your breath and I'll dunk your head
Then when you wake up again
You'll be high as hell and born again
There's strings attached to every single lover
There's strings attached to every single lover
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My Altamont New Jersey
This is Chris Tull from Erotic Novels, the Hellstroms, etc. I make melodic punk rock for you.
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