there is woman-pie in here
mr. evangalist says she's hit
the best cook you ever had
ya can't blame the good-woman now, dad
and ya looked him up for 20 years
now there's action on the basement stairs
a monster half man half beast climbs
hear the hatchet (grind, grind)
pilgrim gets 1 hacked daughter
and all we guys get are 40 hack reporters
uptown 100 skirts are bleeding
mr. evangilist says
she's hit ev'ry little bit
she's hit ev'ry little bit
now if only we could all grow wings and fly
sweet hatchet swing low son
I'm feeling pretty lonesome
christen the bastard jack dad
the head-shrinker is a quack
"anyone who'd wear their hair like that"
the vinyl is so cool/the conversation's cruel
hold my heart romeo its in a rodeo
hold my head daddy-o it just won't go-o-o-o
and all the girls across the world
are hit ev'ry little bit

Oh-ho-ho-ho Dead Joe
Welcome to the car smash
Dead Joe
Junk sculpture turning back to junk Dead Joe
Oh joe nooooo! it's christmas time Joe
it's christmas time now for you and all the little
bells are hanging 2X2 the holly and the nativity
oh speak to me Joe speak to me Joe speak to me Joe
oh-oh-oh-ho
Dee---e---e--e--e-e-ad Joe
welcome to the car crash
you can't tell the boys from the girls anymore
oh-ho-ho
Dead Joe, the end.

Inanimational items elude I, and
In-an-emotional-motion I swallow my
Motive of quicker location is slammed
my dim chance of skipping this thick world is thin
They call me Dim
I am the Dim Locator
Dim Locator
Loco, lomo, loco, lomo l'wow, wow, wow
(same as above)
intrigueinometry treads on my trail
Entriggering traps for a gross gang of ghost types
Who later are packed in a cast iron trunk
these things have been known, to get out of their wraps
Don't call me Dim
I am the Dim locator
Dim Locator
Loco, lomo......
Fog fished and filtered is filling my case book, of
friends who fall foul of my files trip and breakneck
are stacked in the woodshed for further good use
Theres some certain people who shouldn't start fires
So call me Dim!
I am the Dim Locator!
Dim Locator!
Don't call me Dim!

Hamlet fishin' in the grave
thru custard bones and stuff
he aint got no friend in there
I believe our man's in love
Hamlet's got a gun-now
he wears a crucifex
pow pow pow pow
Hamlet moves so beautiful
walking thru the flowers
who are hing 'round the corners
He's movin' down the street-now
he likes the look of that cadillac
pow pow pow pow
Is this love some kinda love
Now he movin' down my street
and he's coming to my house
crawling up my stairs
Where for art thou baby-face
where-for-art-thou
pow pow pow pow
Is this love
Pow!
He shoot it inside
Don't let'em steal your heart away
he went and stole my heart
POW!!
hey hey hey
POW!!

This is a dead letter tale
If I could make this print talk
You made a deep mark/deep mark on me
and only saints say such things as those
so I slid under the floor
under the oak and the iron
with you under oak and iron
under the thick and under the thin
where only fire grows

I forgot to tell you several things-Ma
I forgot to tell you 'bout the 7 sins

And I spat dead letter words
and all the breath that I own
imprinted one word in red/I read
And only saints say such things as these
(about the marks on your throat)
Under the oak and the iron
under the fat and the thick and the thin
and all of that, and a few 100 more
and only fire grow
I heard the fire grow
Alone in the......

Big Jesus soulmates Trash Can
fucking rotton business this
bot feet in the bad-boot
siff in the crypt, babay, like a rock
rock-rock-rock
Big-Jesus soul-mates Trash-Can
pumped me fulla Trash at least it smelt like Trash
wears a suit of Gold (got greasy hair)
but God gave me sex appeal
well-well-well-rock
he drives a trash can
he's comin to my town rock rock rock
ro-o-o-o-o-ck!
Big Jesus Oil King down in Texas
drives great holy tanks of gold
screams from heaven's graveyard
American heads will roll in Texas (roll like Daddies meat)
roll under those singing stars of Texas
well-well-well
he drives a trash can
he's coming to my town

Now they put the stink on us
stuffed us fulla incubus
choc-o-block with sucubus
never more than fuck to us
c'mon and kiss me black

I stuck a six inch gold blade inside the head of a girl
she: lying through her teeth
him: lying on his back
hands of this one,hands off she cried
grinning at me from hip to hip
hands off, pretty baby, tough blood then so soft to slip
ooohh yeah
I stuck a six inch gold blade in the head of a girl
sharks fun slices suger-bed slices that pretty red-head
I love you! now me! I love you!
laughter, laughter
oh baby, those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder
ooohhh yeah.
Shake it baby, c'mon, shake, shake it baby

Well I love that Kewpie Doll
yeah I bought her in a show
I dressed her up in a cheap red cotton dress
but everything was either fished-out or spat out
fished out or spat out
well i love that kewpie doll
but I could not make it stick
only she could save my soul
she put her hands inside of me
well I love that kewpie-doll
dressed her in a cheap red cotton dress
fished it out now
spat it our now
spat it out in front of me
well I love that kewpie doll
but I could not make it stick
doll doll doll doll
I held her in my cheap arms
she believed in me her soul plus my arms
well I love that kewpie doll
I told her phony storys
i love that kewpie doll
she believed in me
doll doll dolll doll
cupie on a stick
I can see her coming even now
kupie on a stick
I can see her walking to me even now
well I love that kewpie-doll
but I could not make it stick

I am the King, I am the kind
One dead marine through the hatch
scratch and scrape this heavenly body
every ince of winning skin
there's garbage in honeys sack again
honey honey honey honey
come on and kiss me
Honey honey honey
honey's child is taken over this place
two dead marines standing in line
drink to me! this heavenly body
every inch a winning thing
honey honey honey
hack hack hack hack this heavenly body
yack yack yack yack yack goes junk-face
scratch scape scratch this winning skin
there's garbage in honey's sack again
garbage in honey garbage in honey
garbage in honey's sack again
garbage in honey
junkwayrd king junkyard king
King king king

Whoooahh! Bite! Whoooah! 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"
Whoooah! 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 pace 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 a generator
she says damn that sex supreme
she says, she says damn that horror bat
sex horror sx bat sex horror sex vampire
sex bat horror vampire sex
coll machine
horror bat. Bite!
Cool Machine. Bite!
Sex vampire. Bite!

This time it's the truth
this time nothings goinna 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!