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Whom shall sing, by the butterfly's wing?
 
 
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Two-Headed Lamb - Wob, Wob (Full Album)




Lyrics:



WEANED ON BLOOD!



See the kids, flip their lids, as the deckhands, hit the skids,

Drunk on vodka, weaned on blood, ho ho ho, and a bucket of mud

Two-headed Lamb, Two headed Lamb, Two-headed Lamb, goes ho ho ho ho



Basket case, homely face, went into a private space,

checked his tires, turning flat, thump thump thump and a rata-ta-tat



(Chorus)





***

I Love Meat Glue (He Loves Me Too)



I Love Meat Glue

He loves me too

We'll both go to

The Children's Zoo



He'll hug and kiss me

Then jump my bones

We'll jam and jive

To The Ramones.



Got a tiger,

By the tail

Climb aboard baby

Let's set sail



I love MEAT GLUE

He Loves ME TOO!



***

Severed Heels (The Gerry Musick)



I was walking down the street

I was playing with women's feet

Hairy Gerry was my name

Killing prostitutes my game



***

Our Haunted World



Don't snort your raunchy roach powder!

If you cough it up, you know you will be the man of the hour...

And don't you want power?



This is our haunted world

This is our haunted world

This is our insect world

This is our haunted world



The whole house tipped over, at the Birthday Party Surprise.

The Sheriff was there, outside, sniffing the gas.

Can you imagine the scene, all of them lying dead with their little birthday party hats, birthday party kazoos, on the floor like a bunch of roaches?



This is our haunted World

This is our haunted world

This is an Insect world

This is a hotel world...

This is a dead body world.



***

Cannibal Sam



Witness Cannibal Sam

Creeping across the wasteland

He's a death-bag maker

And a tremendous taker

He'll eat you as you're sleeping

While little things are creeping

And puke your face up later

You'll look like mashed potaters



A fat man went out

With a butterfly net'

To capture welfare recipients

Lawnmower jockeys

And men in John Deere caps



Down the street from the Dollar Store

In the little L-shaped building (where the schizophrenics live)

He'll crawl through the piss-stinking halls

Come inside your door

And put the bite down!



***

Purple Scars



Fill up the gas tank full disclosure

Who sez the nightmare will soon be over?

Brought down to blackness boiling grin

Baked in an oven of your own sin



Walking in witchery purple scars

Making out destiny by the stars

Walking in witchery purple scars

Making out destiny by the stars



Dog day is coming so you better be ready

Keep your powder dry and your right arm steady!



Walk like a dead man rise like a king

Known far and wide for the trouble you bring!



***

Mary Matilda Eliza-May Mump

(Had No Head Just a Cauterized Stump!)



Mary Matilda Eliza-May Mump

Had no head just a cauterized stump

Never could sing cause she had no head

Just sat in the corner like the recently dead



Sent her to the circus said her dear old Pa

So they traveled the countryside near and far

Exhibiting her head to the paying marks

Then they'd roll the drunks in the city parks



One fine day he caught her fancy

A young strong man named Napoleon Nancy

Head-over-heels is how she fell

So she went across the midway to wish him well



Soon got married in a carnival tent

The midgets and clowns threw rice as they went

The bearded lady caught the bride's bouquet

Ooda-lolly golly what a damn fine day!



Napoleon, Napoleon what did you do?

This ain't the battle of Waterloo

He went and fell in love with another gal

A low-down hussy name of Suicide Sal



Mary Matilda Eliza-May

Screamed and cried when she heard what they say

Devised a plan to even the score

Confronted him at his trailer door.



Stuck out her neck and away he went

No one knew just where he was sent

Just a trail of blood leading out the door

And no one ever saw ol' Nap no more



Now the carnival owner and the midgets speak

Of their star attraction, their headless freak:

"She done him in, I do suspect,

For they say she has teeth deep down in her neck!"



eggs with hot sauce, yum yum yum...

credits

released November 18, 2014



ALL MUSICS AND LYRICS BY 2 HEAD!



Bass- 2 Head

Gats - 2 Head

Keyboards - 2 Head

Vocals - 2 Head

Production - 2 Head

Lyrics - 2 Head

Cover Art - 2 Head

Design Concept - 2 Head

Spiritual Mentor - Ferlin Husky

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