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Beware the Grackle
06:32
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sitting cross legged on dead legs screaming in a voice that would fry a dozen eggs
dripping black spit past teeth like wood pegs crawling one story beneath the bottom of the dregs
sprawled along the stairs of the capital there an army of insects all in his hair
look away children try not to be scared cause he'll just keep yelling beware beware beware
beware
beware
beware the grackle
that mean black bird
will be the last damn sound that you ever heard
beware
beware
down there on the corner of wiloughby and warner
she stoops in the doorway of the market
where they warned her, she counts all the misteps of everyone who scorned her
whether hate or just mistake to her its all the former
if she catch you in her fish eye she'll wail until you cry
you'll never get away no matter how you try
even if an angel could pick you up and fly
that voice'll echo in your ears til the day after you die
beware
beware
beware the grackle
that mean black bird
will be the last damn sound that you ever heard
beware
beware
two step tommy he mistepped around
walked right off the sidewalk and tumbled to the ground
where he fell only stains later were found
but the passers by swear they still hear the sound
beware
beware
beware
hush little children don't you make a peep, the grackles gather round the beds where you sleep
the birds all flock together cover the sun and change the weather
you better never let those blue black feathers get ahead of you
creeping up the stairs in the dead of night, catch a cold eye in the pale moon light
no matter where you turn, the devil's always there, heed my warning til the morning and beware
beware
beware
beware the grackle
beware
beware
beware
the grackle
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Freight Train
03:16
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Heart Attack
02:53
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Drifted across the room
dressed as the bloody groom
and she was the bride
with electric neon eyes
the lights went dark
she danced just like a shark
with her eyes rolled back
she had that killing knack
and she kissed me with a fever
felt just like a heart attack
yeah she kissed me with a fever
felt just like a heart attack
nobody stopped to ask
about all this broken glass
and the poison we were drinking
had every angel singing
carving through the crowd
laughing much too loud
dancing without fear
to a song no one could hear
she kissed me in the darkness
tasted just like a single tear
she kissed me in the darkness
tasted just like a single tear
and I know....
we move to slow
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The Peculiar Pretzelmen Los Angeles, California
Voodoo blues death stomp
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