this song is one of pure challenge... I would call it a creative nightmare... to be honest with you it seems to change everytime it was practiced. this song really didn't have any meaning I don't think and it is completely impromtue. the bottom line of this one is... well... it was just fun in a very scary way. It started out as a "soul travel". what we called just cutting loose and playing whatever came to mind until something started clicking, usually with high amounts of intoxication. I just remember the lyrics just hitting me like I always knew them. well... after having the fun I wrote them down... I think this is how it went... sometimes I have a hard time reading my own handwriting.

KEEP EM COMMING

If I see you in hell count yourself lucky
I refuse to go to heaven I prefer purgatory
yea yea yea and the freaks still wanna play
sweat on my leather and blood in the shade
fire on the moutain and lust mixed with hate
dire ending using yourself as the main bait

(cc1)
line em up and lets clean house
come on!
come on!
come on!
keep em comming

your just too high strung can't handle the heat
savage play always seems to expose the weak
lets hear it for the boy who keeps on playin
all fun and games till someones sacraficed to satan
let yourself go and lets keep it a shaking
another dime and we will go on all night quaking

now that she has me going and I am moving
lets settle it down ah naw just goofing
slam it into first and fire it all away
the kitty is hungry and I wanna play
pick up the tab I am on my way out
raise your hands and let me hear you shout

are you high on crack?....
 





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WROTE BY: NIGHTHORSE

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