Back to the Primitive

Throw my bones into the soup
I watch ‘em boil I watch ‘em boil
Fry my heart over the fire
With weeds and oil with weeds and oil
Back to the primitive we go
Back to the primitive we go
Whoa oh oh oh

Wear the fur of a sick dog
It keeps me warm it keeps me warm
Touch the skin on my burned arm
Bit and torn all bit and torn
Back to the primitive we go
Back to the primitive we go
Whoa oh oh oh

You are all just animals after all

Call the names of old gods
Into the wind into the wind
Snort a pile of codeine
Cuss and grin I cuss and grin
Back to the primitive we go
Back to the primitive we go
Whoa oh oh oh

Etch the sign of Artimus
Into the mud into the mud
With a feather of a fowl
I rise above I rise above
Back to the primitive we go
Back to the primitive we go
Whoa oh oh oh

You are all just animals after all

Back to the primitive we go
Back to the primitive we go
Whoa oh oh oh
Back to the primitive we go
Back to the primitive we go
Whoa oh oh oh

I am the cops
Come out hands up

They’re busting down the walls
They’re tearing up the floor
I got two hostages
Who do not want to live

It’s tough to run with these chains ‘round my feet
And these three broken toes
It’s hard to breathe with a parched burning throat
And a boot flattened nose

Ain’t it Easter Sunday?

I am the cops
Come out hands up

The helicopter’s whirling
I see the teargas fall
I got no bullets left
I never owned a gun

Back in the woods in this trailer of tin
I shall meet my demise
I won’t go back to that black prison cell
While my body has life

Ain’t it Easter Sunday? (x3)

You know how the Indians did that dance long ago
To make the white folks go away?

I think that it worked though much slower than planned
Look close and see how we fade

The earth will breathe a sigh of relief
When our nation lies in ruins (x2)

Look at this gun of petrified wood
With a handle of dinosaur bone
You covet it so here take it it’s yours
First I’ll smash it to splinters with stone

The earth will breathe a sigh of relief
When our nation lies in ruins (x2)

Slow yet so sure like youth to old age
It happens though we cannot see
We’ll find ourselves trapped in a burial mound
While the land and its people go free

The earth will breathe a sigh of relief
When our nation lies in ruins (x2)

Soon our nation will lie in ruins

They say I’ve got the black lung
But these days doesn’t everyone?
In Russia things got bad I didn’t think we’d get away
Running through the streets with our minds in disarray

Oh how I miss those weird old years
It’s funny how it all just disappears
I wonder if there’s anyone who knows
Why the shadow of the past just grows and grows

My guts were feeling restless
I was wrapped up in asbestos
It was bitter cold with no sweetheart there to hold
Going all berserk just a salivating jerk

Oh how I miss those weird old years
It’s funny how it all just disappears
I wonder if there’s anyone who knows
Why the shadow of the past just grows and grows

Mice crawled in the engine
And ruined my great invention
It was a new machine that when it swallowed gasoline
Could make a rip in time through which yesterday could climb

Oh how I miss those weird old years
It’s funny how it all just disappears
I wonder if there’s anyone who knows
Why the shadow of the past just grows and grows

Yes I still miss those weird old years
It’s funny how it all just disappears
I wonder if there’s anyone who knows
Why the shadow of the past just grows and grows

It flew in my window I rolled out of bed
The grandfather clock chimed the hour
There’s bread in the oven sweet grapes on the vine
All I can taste are the ashes

Black witch moth on a summer night
Too many wrongs I can’t make ‘em right old friend
Black witch moth on a summer night
I don’t ever want to see the light again

The corn’s grown taller it scratches the sky
The thick rustling leaves sound like whispers
Ill fortune is building its nest on my door
Soon evil things will be hatching

Black witch moth on a summer night
Too many wrongs I can’t make ‘em right old friend
Black witch moth on a summer night
I don’t ever want to see the light again

And I won’t live here for long
So you won’t have to see me around
No I won’t live here for long
So you won’t have to see me around

Now there is whistling a song soft and low
Sarcophagus sweet filled with wonder
I cut off my head and my flesh falls away
Metamorphosis complete

Black witch moth on a summer night
Too many wrongs I can’t make ‘em right old friend
Black witch moth on a summer night
I don’t ever want to see the light again

And I won’t live here for long
So you won’t have to see me around
No I won’t live here for long
So you won’t have to see me around
No you won’t have to see me around

In a frenzy here I go again
It’s like I got myself an evil twin
Am I now living in a lucid dream?
Why can’t this be the way it always seems?

Psycho psycho

Smash some bricks and I don’t feel a thing
Try not to think about the harsh morning
Put my head right through a pane of glass
I’m bleeding awful but it won’t last

Psycho psycho

Cindy is it suicide
If you were never really alive?

My friends they dare me to go chase some cars
I don’t remember who they even are
Jumped at a semi and a I got hit
See my insides where my stomach split

Psycho psycho

And then they rush me to intensive care
All them doctors give me quite a scare
I want to get back out and have some fun
My arms don’t move and my legs are numb

Psycho psycho

Cindy is it suicide
If you were never really alive? (x2)

Down to the chicken fights
I wore my best fedora
In hopes that I would see the face
Of Elise Nobel Sedora

I brought some HCL
In case there should be trouble
I twirled my mustache then
I stepped into the rubble

There’s a sad breeze blowing
I smell blood in the air
Got a deep dark knowing
That for me she’ll never care
She’ll never care

Found a chair and I took my seat
A rooster chased a weasel
I saw Elise clap then huff her can of diesel

There was a giant cheer
The weasel lay there bleeding
A wild man ran from the stands
And then he started feeding

There’s a sad breeze blowing
I smell blood in the air
Got a deep dark knowing
That for me she’ll never care
She’ll never care

It was a Tuesday night
I felt so small and wary
Some joker took my hat
He said “Your bones I’m gonna bury.”
And then he shoved me down
My HCL jar shattered
Elise turned to look at me
As if I almost mattered

There’s a sad breeze blowing
I smell blood in the air
Got a deep dark knowing
That for me she’ll never care
She’ll never care (x2)

Across the river I hear music
Hate music
I get my crowbar from the attic
Hate music

There goes the devil’s fiddle
There tolls the demon’s bell
If anyone should ever read this
Tell Suzanna I ain’t well

There’s something laughing in the closet
Hate music
Gotta leave can’t never come back
Hate music

There goes the devil’s fiddle
There tolls the demon’s bell
If anyone should ever read this
Tell Suzanna I ain’t well

They taught me
They taught me wrong
They killed me
They killed me with song

I step outside into the blackness
Hate music
I strike a match but Satan snuffs it
Hate music

There goes the devil’s fiddle
There tolls the demon’s bell
If anyone should ever read this
Tell Suzanna I ain’t well

They taught me
They taught me wrong
They killed me
They killed me with song

I was walking from Bill’s
When I fell on the road
Told myself not to cuss or to blame anyone
And of course I was drinking
This you probably know
I’ve been trying to cut back
But I just don’t see how

To face this life sober
You’ve got to be mad
And I don’t want to be like your old man
Telling you I’m useless
Telling me I’m bad
Acting like he’s got some kind of
Divine Plan
No
My hands won’t stop shaking
If I don’t take a shot
I carry this flask ‘cause I need to stay sharp /It hurts when I swallow
It burns when I talk
If I cough in my hand
There’s a red sickly snot

To face this life sober
You’ve got to be mad
And I don’t want to be like your old man
Telling you I’m useless
Telling me I’m bad
Acting like he’s got some kind of
Divine Plan
No

I think I got lost
When I entered the woods
I won’t turn around but I know that I should
There’s a lake and some ducks
And an old fishing boat
It seems kind of busted
I hope it still floats

To face this life sober
You’ve got to be mad
And I don’t want to be like your old man
Telling you I’m useless
Telling me I’m bad
Acting like he’s got some kind of
Divine Plan
No
No

Here comes the hanged man
Here comes the hanged man
This wasn’t God’s Plan
This wasn’t God’s Plan

I seen him rise up from the deep
He promised vengeance for the weak

Here comes the hanged man
Here comes the hanged man
He’s holding Death’s hand
He’s holding Death’s hand

I seen him rise up from the deep
He promised vengeance for the weak

He’s got rope around his throat
And I put it there
I put it there

He hears your thoughts before you think ‘em
He sees your deeds so dark and stinkin’
He smells your sin before it’s reeking
He tastes your lies before you speak ‘em

I seen him rise up from the deep
He promised vengeance for the weak

He’s got rope around his throat
And I put it there
I put it there

Here comes the hanged man
Here comes the hanged man (x2)