We’ve been here, at the Hate Hotel We’re living together, we’re living in Hell You know one day it’s gonna stop Or we’ll kill each other for sure Cause I’m a monster And you know it so well Cause you’re a monster too And you’re doing it swell We’re monsters It’s just our genetic composure……
There lies a tavern down Wisconsin Way Where you can get drunk any time of the day The landlord’s a bastard, the barmaid’s a whore But give them no shit or you’re straight out the door The Sunk’n Norwegian’s the name of this hole A nasty ol’ tavern if ever I’ve known… Listen friend, if…
Well they’re building a gallows outside my cell I’ve got 25 minutes to go And the whole town’s waitin’ just to hear me yell I’ve got 24 minutes to go Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I’ve got 23 minutes to go But nobody asked me how I feel I’ve got…
Fading laughter in the ever after I remember when the time ran out Night was falling, shadows were crawling You were calling from the other side… I’m going to throw in some lighter fare before we get super dark with our next songs… The Other Side from Ren-Faire mainstays Blackmore’s Night (primarily driven by the…
The ringmaster shouts, “Let the show begin!” Send in the Klowns, then let them do you in (Killer Klowns) See a rubber nose on a painted face Bringing genocide to the human race It’s time to take a ride on the nightmare merry-go-round You’ll be dead on arrival from the likes of the Killer Klowns…
You didn’t see me climb through the window Nobody had to open that door I just climb right through the wall and I want you one and all To stand aside and let me have the floor Take a look, I’m not such a stranger Here’s a face you cokies all ought to know You…
The holy drinker and his curse In constant serfage to unquenchable thirst And from his stupor the night gives birth The devil rises from right out of the earth With shaking hands and blackened heart, The glass he pours, this time it’s also the last In rapt communion with himself The holy drinker is going…
Laughing in the playground Gets no kicks from little boys Would rather make it with a letching gray Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung Who watches through the railings as they play Cross-Eyed Mary finds it hard to get along She’s a poor man’s rich girl and she’ll do it for a song…
What, no lyrics? You guessed right Hokeyfolks, today we are featuring our first of what will probably be a few instrumentals this year. After all, there’s nothing like some creepy ambient music to scratch that foreboding nighttime itch. And we plan to yield to that desire today. So let’s kick things off with Calliope from the…
All around the world now Like a big bright cherry cloud Traveling from home to home TV sets and telephones Here it comes just like a storm Bathe in it and be reborn Time to let the world know Welcome madness… say hello… Say hello… Say hello… The Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo could…