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Thanks to the downfall of family values
there ain't no virgins left in this town
to sacrifice
I guess our parents should thank the devil
for making us having sex
it seems to be the thing
that saved our lives
Chorus:
Hallelujah, I won't grow old in this town
In ten years we'll barely be around
And when the 90s finally come we'll be alright
We're gonna bid this town goodnight
Praise god from whom all blessings flow
Praise her for hell below
Horn or halo, angel - demon
It's the same
Light and darkness, pain and laughter
Scars that go or stay
I'll stick with you every moment
Either Way
Chorus
Here's to the freaks and the faggots
The slutty girl next door
The kingdom of god is yours
Don't fear a thing my darling
The paranoid satanic
We'll love each other
Through the panic
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Could we please take a walk
and catch up a bit
it's been so long since I've seen your face
and even though we both know
time has changed us, for sure
at least we still have a familiar place
Chorus:
And Pougkeepsie, New York, We love you
You're the only thing left of us now
And the memories sting, like a sweet autumn fling
Poughkeepsie, stay with us somehow
your parents protested at the school board meeting
don't you dare put this filth in their heads
and we laughed and we moaned, we smiled and we groaned
as we did dirty things in their bed
Chorus
The witch in the woods she would walk behind
the paper mill graveyard where we first kissed
and i still hear her voice, leaving me with a choice
you can grow old, or stay young instead
chorus
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The Years Ahead of Us
04:26
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Broke your bones and bottle on the side of the road
we graduate tomorrow, then who knows how it goes
nobody's gonna care when we march down the gym floor
I thought you may have killed him cuz you punched him so hard
The ground drank the beer and the blood from your arm
Those fuckers should have known not to push you around anymore
Chorus
We'll be much better in the years ahead of us
you mark my words, we'll take this world by storm
the past it will be nothin' but somethin' we can laugh about
We'll be much better in the years ahead of us
Kick the ass of the thought of a boring day
the past it will be nothin' but somethin' we can live without
We've hung around each other ever since we were kids
hid your dirty magazines underneath my bed
I never got an A and you never got below one
But none of that will matter when tomorrow is gone
and forget about the days and the thing we did wrong
we'll find an unmarked way to become someone
Chorus
I'll pick up my new girlfriend tomorrow evening
We'll kiss in the darkness of the cinema screen
and slip my hands, my fingers underneath her dress
No, I don't give a damn if the audience is
Bothered by our laughter, by us stupid kids
I wanna take her with me into the years ahead
Chorus
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Iggy Pop Cassette
06:25
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Broke your bones and bottle on the side of the road
we graduate tomorrow, then who knows how it goes
nobody's gonna care when we march down the gym floor
I thought you may have killed him cuz you punched him so hard
The ground drank the beer and the blood from your arm
Those fuckers should have known not to push you around anymore
Chorus
We'll be much better in the years ahead of us
you mark my words, we'll take this world by storm
the past it will be nothin' but somethin' we can laugh about
Before she figures me out, before she learns my motives
i've got to use the time left, make sure that she does notice
that the two of us have, that the two of us both have
an iggy pop cassette
she flew in from foreign lands to learn about our treasures
tattooed fast food elvis stamps, mercedes benz and leather
clad girls on the dance floor
DJ could you play us some more, of that iggy pop cassette
Before she learns that my friends are mostly books and records
and that each year in gym class, I get a D for effort
and spend most of my school days
with my radio, headphones that play an iggy pop cassette
(long instrumental section)
Before you graduate from this gym back to your homeland
could I please get your address, maybe I'll see you again
in a future where we've grown up
but we still can't get enough of our iggy pop cassette
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Seems that your sympathy card was lost in the mail
I'll be sure to call and complain to the postal service tomorrow
I hope you still know I'm a good man and often honest without fail
and worth all the kisses, the long goodbyes, and money borrowed
The dreams of this country they look so good if you know you can get them
The white picket fences, the swimming pools, and brand new cars
Well Lord knows I've tried to set my sights on the stuff this world gives you
But nothing works out, I've tried too long with all my heart
Chorus:
And tonight there's an audience on the sidewalk looking at me
Demons and monsters, bedsheets ghosts, things unseen
As they throw all my spells and my stereos and goals to the city
Evicted from this old place on Halloween
There's never an evening that I don't spend remembering our nights long ago
Your skeleton stalkings hang on the corner of my bed
The flickering candle, the OUIJA board covered with your underwear
As serpents and spirits cast their spells above our heads
I never thought you would disappear into tomorrow
I never could picture this house without you somewhere inside
And as my hair turns gray and my face loses its color
I see your reflection, it haunts my mirror, and I can't hide
Chorus
Take me a picture, write me into a happy horror screenplay
Where everything works out no matter what evil things come before
I'll tattoo some sacred, unholy symbol onto my body
and pray to whatever god or devil brings you back to my door.
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Stovepipe's Caravan Michigan
Stovepipe is a one man band, singer-songwriter, soap maker, and occultist from Michigan, Maine, and Hell. Influences include Tom Waits, Springsteen, Patti Smith, Stephen King, folk, and punk.
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