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Vicious, Vile, and Viral

by Brother's Creeper

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Gather all the kids playing in the streets. Bring 'em inside for a tasty treat. Mom and dad fell into a permanent sleep. I'll never ask again what's for dinner to eat. Here come the kids' next gore. Into your heart we bore. Flesh hanging from my baby teeth, I can't stop craving for human meat. Blood on my hands, and blood on my feet. The neighborhood's alive with a frenzied feast. We eat our veggies, we don't care, we ate grandma out of her wheelchair!
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Looking for love, and can't find none? Alone in a swamp, or a dungeon? Well, the service we sell: a match made in hell. We'll find you Mr. Wrong, and put you under the spell! Do the Monster Mingle, Monster Mingle McGoo. Do the Monster Mingle, Monster Mingle for two. Do the Monster Mingle, Monster Mingle McGoo. Do the Monster Mingle, Monster Mingle with you. Covered in scales, moon makes you wail? Snakes for hair, skin a frightful pale? Make the most vile profile. If you dare, then let's get wild! Where are all the ghouls who wanna gal? Where are all the witches who wanna pal? Where are all the creeps who wanna freak? Where are all the fiends who wanna trick or treat?
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I got away, and never was found. And he searched with fervent delight. And when he came back for round two, he was determined to find me alive. I waited til the screaming ceased. Hey la, hey la, the killer's back. Crawling out the closet on my hands and knees. There is nothing that you can do when the killer comes back for you. All my friends are torn to shreds. Maybe I'll hide under the bed. Thought I heard him down the hall. Wrote his name in blood all along the wall. There is nothing that you can do when the killer discovers you! He's coming after you dear. Oh no! Whatcha gonna do dear? I don't know! He's coming after you dear. Oh no! There is nothing to fear. Yeah right! There's nowhere that I can hide. I know he can't forget me this time. Footsteps thud and floorboards creak. My time is up gotta maker to meet.
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Hot Topic 02:36
Make America scared to shop at Hot Topic again. Mother warned me from you, she said that you were bad. Your black jeans, neon hair, you were more than a fad. Torn t-shirt, spike bracelet, chains here, there, chains galore. Eyeliner, designer, music mother deplores. Make America scared to shop at Hot Topic again. Studded belt and hairspray to hold me like a grave. Combat boots and tattoos, they make me misbehave. Piercings, or piercings, in your skin (I'm appalled). Can I see that jacket in a size extra small? Backpacks in the shape of old emo cartoons. Backpacks and pins and posters in your bedroom. If you are fourteen then this is your main store. They've got everything that you need for Warped Tour!
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I'm in the in-between. There's no use looking around. Lost in the unseen. I'm in the upside down! Ah! Where have I gone? It looks like home, but I don't belong. I saw bright lights flash, and the monster mash. How long can I survive what's coming through the wall? Is this hell, or is this heaven? I close my eyes and count to eleven. I'm not alone in here, inside a bad dream. I hear someone calling my name, what could it mean? Mom! Can you hear me shout? Screaming through the static til the phones blow out. You saw bright lights flash and you heard the Clash. Stranger things are going on in town! There's something wrong in here. The government's insincere. Help me El, you're my only hope. The air is getting toxic, and I'm starting to choke. Tell Mr. Clarke I'm a flea on the rope. I'm screaming, "Should I stay, or should I go?"
6.
I'm taking it all back, I'm putting it away. All those things I told ya don't make me feel okay. I stuff em in a bag then I stuff it down the shoot. Mailed with no return address, back to the black lagoon. We're going back to the black lagoon. They got me on contract, they're putting me away. They tell me I'm crazy, they tell me I'm insane. They wrap me in a jacket then they stuff me in a room. Mailed with no return address, back to the black lagoon. This world is a fly trap, I'm buzzing round all day. It's closing its jaws on me, I'll never be the same. They snap me in its jaws, and so I am consumed. Mailed with no return address, back to the black lagoon.

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May induce anal discharge.

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released October 31, 2017

Produced by Brother's Creeper. Mixed and mastered by Ridge Rhine. Album artwork by JR Rhine and Naomi Hurley.

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Brother's Creeper California, Maryland

Musically, it's Misfits meet the Dead Milkmen. Lyrically, it's R. L. Stine meets Mad Magazine.

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