Teksty: Wednesday 13. Skeletons. All American Massacre.

The bodies were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that that family would soon be there,
Skull soup for grandpa,
And an eye for the dog,
The main course is up before too long.

Place the bloody bucket on the ground,
Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down,
Let me tell you about our law,
It's either sex or the saw yeah.

All American Massacre.

Everyone knows there's no place like home,
Like on that's filled with chain-sawed fingers and bones,
Who will survive, and what will be left of them,
Just let god sort them out in the end.

Run sally, run on through the night,
Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down,
Place her firmly on the hook,
Bon appetit send my regards to the cook yeah.

All American Massacre.

Place the bloody bucket on the ground,
Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down,
Let me tell you about our law,
It's either sex or the saw yeah.

All American Massacre.

12. Dead Carolina

Trying to see through this death that i breath,
All these ghosts they are lost in front of me,
Lost in a trance, never had the chance,
Now were forced to walk the dead's dance.

Everything is gray now,
Ashes all across the floor,
And i'm just hoping that i find the key to unlock this door.

And you know that i'm trying,
To make my way through the art of dying,
And i'm trying so hard to find ya,
In this dead carolina.

Shadows they fall off the walls in the halls,
And it lays out a path for the dead to walk,
Nothing to say, we're all lost in our ways,
Now the dead and decayed march in this dark parade.

Everything is gray now,
Ashes all across the floor,
And i'm just hoping that i find the key to unlock this door.

And you know that i'm trying,
To make my way through the art of dying,
And i'm trying so hard to find ya,
In this dead carolina.

D.E.A.D. Carolina.