Rob Zombie
Rob Zombie - Welcome to Planet Motherfucker/Psychoholic Slag lyrics
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(Oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... you can kiss me) Woven in the surface, a premonition of the land erupting A sparkling occasion of a city crashdown overhead, Revolvin' in a whirlpool a drag-o-rama walk'n on the sidewalk So let me see ya howl'n through the keyhole, "God damn, swept away" She shouted, (now let's move) She love it, (but let's take the back door) Gettin' away, Yeah, I concentrate the midnight without the benefit of ceremony Whoever said, "The one who strips your soul is the one that got away" A weather-beaten angel descending to embrace the cemetery Got love so mystifying, "God damn, swept away" She shouted, (now let's move) She love it, (but let's take the back door) Gettin' away, She shouted, (now let's move) She love it, (but let's take the back door) Gettin' away, (Oh, wow, cool it. What's that John, Beat it. You want to start a rumble) Voodoo beat on the mind The digs too deep to find, Something has got to give man Psycho racketeero star, You are just what you are So play the misty, baby Get you into a river sky, Let your nature cry "I need another" Drift beyond the sleeping The moon is shift'n shadows on her figure Swaptime locomotion "I can't take it, anymore" Sunlight through the shutters Illuminating moment to the moment Put the halo over "God damn, swept away" She shouted, (now let's move) She love it, (but let's take the back door) Gettin' away, She shouted, (now let's move) She love it, (but let's take the back door) Gettin' away, (Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with) Planet pretty kill (get up and kill) Motherfucker hanging on the thrill, Psychoholic slag Tomorrow yeah, It's another drag, Picnic in the homeland Like a Jesus super-star, Sleepin' daily, baby Yeah I know who you are, Planet pretty kill (get up and kill) Motherfucker hanging on the thrill, Small haven, haven I got a left hand of the keeper Meet me in St. Louis God a one-way ticket's cheaper Time-travel I'm walkin' I got white line zombie fever Time bomb the hero, tickin' to zero, (Cool a fast short, swing with a gassy chick, turn on to a thousand joys, smile on what happened or check what's going to happen, you'll miss what's happening. Turn your eyes inside & dig the vacuum. Tomorrow... drag)