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Let’s go toast the twilight at the old horror house
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It’s a graveyard, the music’s loud, the future’s bleak
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And we’ll say hi to Lead Pipe
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Books the bands, says he’s free
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Squeals like a pig when forced to speak
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The speaker stack is covered in thick pile of dust
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Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
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Give me something I can use
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I wanna get messed up, and give up, and end up somewhere else
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Sometimes you don’t wanna choose
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It’s a plywood stage and the carpets are rotten
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The band is so loud, they’re lighter than air
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The singer’s heart and soul had long since been bled
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And like the ocean, she didn’t care
Bb
The music, it was blasting
And I couldn’t hear what she said
Oh, but when she signed my poster
She wrote,
Ab
I love you
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She wrote, I love you
Fm
She wrote, I love you
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but you’re dead
She wrote,
Ab
I love you
Gm
She wrote, I love you
Fm
She wrote, I love you
Gm
but you’re dead
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The guitar was pure evil, like the engines on a jet
The singer is beautiful and oh so bored
When she started crawling around on the ground well, honey,
You bet I’ve been down on that beer-soaked floor
Lead Pipe fell in love and said, “Would you look at that slut?”
Beauty brought what was left of him to the edge of despair
He said, “For a little I bet, she would do a whole lot
’cause you’ll do anything when you’re not really there”
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Now tonight, I wanna disappear
So wish me godspeed
For a membership to the human race I’d give up all claim
And I’ll control my arms and my legs and my hands, and my hair and my face
Like I’m holding a gun in a video game
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