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Dead Man's Party (518 hits)

Category: Graphics
Labels: art

Rating: 0.66 on 10 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
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Submitted by spacemonkey (View user info) at 2006-08-19 00:17:31 EDT




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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-08-21 17:16:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0

Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:25:18 (#)
Ranking: 0


+OINGO +BOINGO

Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2006-08-19 21:42:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2

Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:25:18 (#)
Ranking: 0

I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder

Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin' to a party where no one's still alive

CHORUS
I was struck by lighting
Walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door . . .
(Don't run away it's only me)

All dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man
Waitin' for an invitation to arrive
With a dead man . . . Dead Man . . .

Got my best suit and my tie
Shiny silver dollar on either eye
I hear the chauffeur comin' to the door
Says there's room for maybe just one more . . .

CHORUS

Don't run away it's only me
Don't be afraid of what you can't see
Don't run away it's only me . .



I forget how fun the 80's were.


Submitted by GnarlsBarkley (user info) at 2006-08-19 09:37:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2

reminds me of nightmare before christmas.

Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:45:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0

"Dead Girl Superstar"

well, she threw downtown on a gambling green
and fenced a chicken dog in a movie
a long haired baby got a record machine
like a hacksaw falling on me
go, go, go, go
dying to go
she's moving in like a demon

dead girl, dead girl

well, she blew uptown on a cemetery sound
and wore her leather pants for week, yeah
a canteen butcher got tiger teeth
and a handmade circus freak, yeah
go, go, go, go
dying to go
she moving in like a demon

dead girl, dead girl superstar

well, she hit the ground like a bounty killer clown
with a fistful of dollars to eat, yeah
i see her there with blood in her hair
and a flesh killing brat to beat, yeah


Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:44:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0

(Who is this irrestibles creature who has an insaciable love for the dead?)
Living Dead Girl!

Rage in the cage
And piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way
To bring the giant down
Defunct the strings
Of cemetary things
With one flat foot
On the devil's wing

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Raping the geek
And hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice
On a sentimental noose
Operation filth
They love to love the wealth
Of an SS Whore
Making scary sounds

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Psyclone Jack
Hallucinating Hack
Thinks Donna Reed
Eats dollar bills
Goldfoot machine
Creates another fiend
So Beautiful,
They make you kill

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl

Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl

Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl


Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:34:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0

Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too
Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free
Your father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven
Will you put in a word in for me

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, were you just around the corner
Did You think to try and warn her
Or are you working on something new
If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder
Can we rewind it just once more

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:33:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0

Just keeping the 'dead man' theme going is all.



She sat in a wicker chair, her eyes they were downcast
She breathed in the future, by breathing out the past
The die is done, the die is shook, the die is duly cast
There is a dead man in my bed, she said
That smile you see upon his face
It´s been there for many days
There´s a dead man in my bed

I ain´t been feeling that good too much no more, she said, I swear
She pointed at the bedroom door and said I ain´t going in there
She leaped out of her seat and screamed someone´s not concentrating here
There is a dead man in my bed, she said
I ain´t speaking metaphorically
His eyes are open but he cannot see
There´s a dead man in my bed

The leaves outside the window waved, all brown, they were, and falling
Even I could tell the atmosphere in here was utterly appalling
The phone it rang incessantly but nobody was calling
There´s a dead man in my bed, she said
And though he keeps on taking notes
I swear this ain´t some kind of hoax
Dead man in my bed

Now she´s in the kitchen, rattling those pots and pans
I´d cook him something nice, she said, but he refuses to wash his hands
He used to be so good to me, now he smells so fucking bad
There is a dead man in my bed, she said
I keep poking at him with my stick
But his skin is just so fucking thick
There´s a dead man in my bed

We´ve gotta get it all together
We´ve gotta get it all together
We´ve gotta get it all together
We´ve gotta get it all together

Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:30:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0

Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:27:29 (#)
Ranking: 0

http://www.gerweck.net/undertaker.jpg
______________________________________
Gasmo, stop linking to pics of yourself. . .


Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:27:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0

http://www.gerweck.net/undertaker.jpg

Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2006-08-19 00:25:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0

I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man over my shoulder

Waiting for an invitation to arrive
Goin' to a party where no one's still alive

CHORUS
I was struck by lighting
Walkin' down the street
I was hit by something last night in my sleep
It's a dead man's party
Who could ask for more
Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door
Leave your body and soul at the door . . .
(Don't run away it's only me)

All dressed up with nowhere to go
Walkin' with a dead man
Waitin' for an invitation to arrive
With a dead man . . . Dead Man . . .

Got my best suit and my tie
Shiny silver dollar on either eye
I hear the chauffeur comin' to the door
Says there's room for maybe just one more . . .

CHORUS

Don't run away it's only me
Don't be afraid of what you can't see
Don't run away it's only me . .



I forget how fun the 80's were.




Look, Marge, I'm sorry I haven't been a better husband, I'm sorry
about the time I tried to make gravy in the bathtub, I'm sorry I used
your wedding dress to wax the car, and I'm sorry -- oh well, let's
just say I'm sorry for the whole marriage up to this point.

-- Homer Simpson
Marge on the Lam