THE JACKALOPES - LYRICS



°Teufel Hase Wolf Kult Entsetzen Musik° MOSHAW MAIN¤DATES¤MERCH¤MULTIMEDIA¤BIOS¤PIX¤FANS¤LYRICS¤LINKS¤PRESS¤CONTACT °All Lyrics Contained on this page/in this website ©1998-2005 Rev. Chad A. Wells. Music for these songs ©1999-2005 The Jackalopes° (click on song titles in the below discography to "jump" to the song OR scroll through the list alphabetically!) The following is only a partial discography! ...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine (live album, recorded 12/99) 1. Mama Saw a Martian 2. Rumble Downtown 3. Frankenstein Girl 4. Cielo '69 5. (I Wanna) Beer Sandwich 6. 1% Muthafucka 7. Goddamn Dirty Midgets 8. Redneck Zombies 9. Motley Crue (listed on both versions of "...a real LIVE! Fuck Machine" as "Motley Crew" to appease former bassist George Bradley. The proper spelling was replaced on the "Jacksploitation!" and "White Trash Fuck Machine" versions!) White Trash Monsters (7" ep, later released on CD) 1. Redneck Zombies 2. Mama Saw a Martian 3. Rotgut 4. (I Wanna) Beer Sandwich 5. Drive-In Saturday Nite 6. King Of Beers Jacksploitation! (full length CD released in 2003) 1. Good Clean Fun (Laundromat) 2. Those Great Big... (Memories) 3. Frankenstein Girl 4. Kentucky Applejack 5. 1% Muthafucka 6. Pristine Fifteen 7. Mama Saw a Martian 8. Cielo '69 9. Goddamn Dirty Midgets 10. (I Wanna) Beer Sandwich 11. Rumble Downtown 12. Rotgut 13. Motley Crue 14. Dirty Brown Duster 15. Drive-in Saturday Nite 16. Burning Down The World Unreleased Songs 666 S. Apocalypse Ave. Born in the 70's (Livin' in the 50's) Nitro Flesh Burnin' Funny Cars 1,2,3's! 1% Muthafucka (verse1) Got my red wing patch Bullet holes to match Got a leather vest With my club on back I got a bottle of Jack And for a midnight snack I got yer mama's snatch In a ziploc bag (pre-chorus) They call me "Big Man on the Scene" They call me "the M.C. King" They call me a son-of-a bitch They call me... (chorus) 1% Muthafucka (x3) yeah... (verse2) So just step outta my path Unless ya' wanna dirt nap A "motopsycho" man Is always on the warpath Ya' better hide yer daughters Lock yer whiskey down Cuz' a shotgun blast full of 1% is comin' to your town! (repeat pre-chorus and chorus) (repeat verse1) (repeat pre-chorus) (repeat chorus 2x) ^top^ 666 S. Apocalypse Ave. (verse1) Is it true or is it false? Ya' know she's got me by the balls Pain in my head, pain in my heart She's got the world up a'la carte (chorus) Six-Sixty-Six South Apocalypse Six-Sixty-Six South Apocalypse Avenue (x2) (verse2) I met her on a Monday and My heart stood still and so we ran So far away, so far-away And the she told me where we'd stay (repeat chorus) (verse3) And I was born 12/29 Year of the Goat my mother whined She saw it then you'll all see now And Babylon will take her bow (repeat chorus) (verse4) What did she mean? What did she say? What did she mean? What did she say? What did she say? What does that mean? Where is she from? HELL! What has she seen? (repeat chorus) ^top^ A, B, C Born in the 70's (Livin' in the 50's) (verse1) Happy Days and Sha-Na-Na Red lipstick and bullet bras TV reruns without pause Of Natalie and James without a cause I cried the day that Elvis died And Brando's where I learned 'bout pride And Grease was the word all across the land And Jayne Mansfield was the palm of my hand (chorus) And what's a boy to do? I'm livin' in the 50's here with you My 70's are a blur of memories About the 50's (verse2) Missed the 60's but I don't care I didn't have to deal with all that hair The drugs were great but that's OK Burroughs did 'em better in the 50's anyway! When the 80's came I was still a kid And look at what the Cramps and the Stray Cats did The Outsiders, Rumble Fish and Stand By Me What the hell was I supposed to be?! (repeat chorus) (verse3) As I got a little older I tried and tried I grew my hair, got drunk and high But woe is me to my surprise A hood is just a greaser in disguise So this is how the story goes I'm livin' in the 50's with a ring in my nose A victim of a backward society But a man's gotta be what a man's gotta be! (repeat chorus) ^top^ Burning Down The World (verse1) Broken lock in the dead of night Stained glass falls like shooting stars Fallen angels in the dead of night Stained skin of beautific scars And they turn the cross upside down (3x) And spit upon that thorny crown (chorus 1) And the churches are burning And you people want a reason Yeah the churches are all burning Maybe because we don't need them And the churches are all burning down Maybe we don't need them anymore, maybe we don't need them anymore (verse 2) Broken children in the broad daylight Shotgun shells fall like shooting stars Fallen angels in the broad daylight Shot dead in classrooms filled with scars And they turn the world upside down (3x) And spit upon that cap and gown (chorus 2) And the schools are all burning And you people want a reason Yeah the schools are all burning Maybe because we don't need them And the schools are all burning down Maybe we don't need them anymore, maybe we don't need them anymore (verse 3) Broken hearts in their room at night Mom and Dad they fall like shooting stars Fallen angels in the bathroom light Washing blood out of open scars And they turn their lives upside down (3x) And cut the family tree right down (chorus 3) And Mommy is burning And you people want a reason Yeah, Daddy is burning Maybe because we don't need him And Mom and Dad are both burning down Maybe we don't need them anymore, maybe we don't need them anymore (Bass Guitar Solo) (chorus 4) And the whole world is burning WE'RE BURNING DOWN THE WORLD And you people want a reason WE'RE BURNING DOWN THE WORLD This whole fucking world is burning WE'RE BURNING DOWN THE WORLD Maybe because we don't need it WE'RE BURNING DOWN THE WORLD This whole fucking world is bur-ning down... Cielo '69 (verse1) Death trip 1969, drivin' across the sand Little black bus with a hat on top And a little tiny man All our hair is on his vest That he wears with so much pride Come on baby take a walk with us We'll take a "doom-buggy" ride! (chorus) Come on down to Cielo Drive We'll all have a great ol' time Hack ev'rybody into little pieces And throw 'em all outside (verse2) Spahn Ranch 1969, George is a good ol' man Supermarket dumpster-dive and we won't have an empty hand Sit around at night and play our songs And talk about "the pit" follow me down to the Chocolate River We won't have to worry 'bout shit! (repeat chorus) (verse 3) Summer of Lovin' '69, let's all take a little trip LSD and Mescaline ev'rybody take another hit Cuz' this is when it hits the fan don't be left behind Helter Skelter summer swelter I think I think I've lost my mind (repeat chorus) Creepy... Crawl... (repeat chorus) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, All good children go to heaven... ^top^ D, E, F Dirty Brown Duster (verse1) He was the king on the street he didn't give a fuck He had a dirty brown Duster not a pickup truck He had them bungee cords holdin' on the front end From ev'ry time when he started to spin And he'd spin Spinnin' round and round (chorus) He had a dirty brown Duster that's all he'd need He had had a dirty brown duster from the 70's He had a dirty brown Duster that was built for speed He had a dirty brown Duster and a bag o' weed (verse2) He had a fuckin' slant 6 and some big ass shoes Fake leather interior and the delta blues He had them tight blue jeans and a mullet to match Bon Jovi t-shirt little tiny mustache Little baby mustache (repeat chorus) (verse3) He always got the girls from the local high school And in his midsized car they thought he was cool 'Til they found him dead at the bottom of a cliff With his mama's bra and panties and his dick still stiff His dick was stiff Fucking rigid and stiff! (repeat chorus) Fat fuckin' sack o' weed! ^top^ Drive-In Saturday Nite (chorus) Let's go way-o! Out to the drive-in O-way-o! Out to the drive-in Whoa let's go! Drive-in Saturday night (verse1) "Attack of the Killer Bees" My girl was on her knees When we saw "Killer Klowns" She was bouncin' up and down In line at the concession stand She held me in her hand Down by the playground We were swingin' round and round (repeat chorus) (repeat verse1) (repeat chorus) (bridge verse) In the back of my truck Six pack of Bud Warm summer night The screen was covered in blood... ...The whole place was swarmin' with bugs! (repeat chorus) ^top^ Frankenstein Girl (verse1) It was a dark and stormy night There were no stars in sight It was a simple bolt of light That brought my baby to life Piece-meal was what she was Close up you could hear the buzz No one in this whole world Will ever take my Frankenstein... (chorus) Frankenstein Girl She was made to love me Frankenstein Girl She was built to hug me Frankenstein Girl She won't ever leave me Frankenstein Girl She loves to please me (verse2) Scars on face and bolts in neck Made people a nervous wreck So as to avoid the fright I only take her out at night When we go to the clubs People point and laugh at us Cuz' of her skunk streaked hair But I don't fucking care (repeat chorus) (verse3) When we're in bed at night Under covers is a glowing light When she went down on me She turned into a sex machine Sometimes she can be found Wandering thru the town No man is safe you see But she always comes back home to me (repeat chorus) (outro) ...and you know that she's my Frankenstein 'til the end of time she's my girl! ^top^ G, H, I Goddamn Dirty Midgets (verse1) They're short Funny lookin' Kinda spooky I'm bookin' Can't fight it Wanna toss 'em Midget wrasslin' Fuckin' awesome! (chorus 2x) Goddamn dirty midgets give me bad dreams Dirty fuckin' midgets scare the hell outta me (verse2) Midget porn Is disgustin' Can't stand To watch 'em fuckin' Knew a midget She was a slut She said she'd lick my friend's butt! (repeat chorus) (verse3) Wizard of Oz Disturbed my head Made me look Under the bed The only ones I can stand Is Hank "The Angry Drunk Dwarf" and Bushwick Bill! (repeat chorus) ^top^ Good Clean Fun (Laundromat) (Intro) We could stand on the street corner Or get a beer at the kwik-e mart But the 24 hour laundry Is where she stole my heart! (verse) Well in a little tiny town with nothin' to do I found a great place for me and you We'll kick back and watch the blue jeans spin Throw another pair of panties in See the overhead lights flickerin' Well we'll write our names on the video games We'll drink hot chocolate from the vending machines We'll laugh at all the looneys we see there With their dirty winter coats and their unwashed hair Drop another quarter baby I don't care We'll have some good clean fun in there! (chorus) Let's go to the laundromat Hold my hand and stuff like that Let's go to the laundromat Smoke cigarettes and chew the fat Let's go to the laundromat Cuz' yer my girl and I'm yer cat Let's go to the laundromat And never, ever, ever, ever, ever come back! (repeat verse) ^top^ (I Wanna) Beer Sandwich (verse 1) Well I work hard ev'ry day Slave and sweat for my pay My hands are blistered and torn up Just for you So when that lunch-time whistle whines And I break from this grind There's only one thing that will pull me thru... (chorus) I wanna beer sandwich! Wanna beer sandwich I wanna Pabst Blue Ribbon sandwich Wanna beer sandwich (x2) (verse2) Well my wife thinks I'm an alky And my boss thinks I am too Cuz' I gotta get my noon-time brew to get me thru And if it wasn't for her whinin' Or my bosses damn slave drivin' I wouldn't have to go to the bar to do what I do (repeat chorus) (verse3) Well I drove up my tab at the bar So now I drink in my car A brown bag lunch with a 4% punch to go And maybe sometimes it hurts But I'm cuttin' back on desserts Cuz' whiskey pie don't do nothin' for my gut (repeat chorus) ^top^ J, K, L King of Beers (verse) Budweiser Budweiser Budweiser is the King of Beers (x2) (chorus) Bud bud Budweiser (x7) B-U-D-W-E-I-S-E-R Whoa yeah! (repeat verse) Anheiser Busch, St. Louis, Missouri... ^top^ M,N,O Mama Saw a Martian (chorus) Mama saw a martian My mama saw a martian it was little and green it kinda looked like me (verse1) That's why I'm the way I am My mom saw a martian on a flying ham Actually it kinda looked like Spam A little green man in a can of Spam (verse 2) Drivin' 'long in the middle of the night Mom and Dad got in a fight He pulled over so she could walk She looked at the sky and "what a shock!" (repeat chorus) (verse3) That's when he sent the beam That made her pregnant with me Sometimes in the middle of the night I feel my head glowin' with a dim green light (repeat verse1) (repeat chorus) ^top^ Motley Crue (verse1) I got my first KISS record when I was just a baby boy And GI Joe was still a foot tall toy And Lynyrd Skynyrd was the coolest band in the world And I thought Alice Cooper was a girl Well my dad liked Zeppelin but I liked Donnie & Marie And we both liked the Monkees and that's alright by me Punk was happenin' a million miles away And I didn't give a shit til' about the 3rd or 4th grade Punk rock was cool but I was more into Motley Crue Wasp, Twisted Sister, Quiet Riot and Stryper too And to this day I'm a metal-head thru and thru And it's still OK to do what I wanna do (chorus) Cuz I like Motley Crue And the Dead Kennedys too I like Anthrax And I like Black Flag I like Van Halen And I worship GG Allin GBH and the Exploited too And I love Motley Crue! (verse2) The Misfits, Samhain and Danzig were my life That is at least until I found my wife The Police, 7 Seconds, Social D. and Christian Death JFA and Guns N' Roses in the very same breath DRI and Suicidal will live forever I need a musical stew of safety pins and leather Skate punks, rude boys, goths and headbangers Tryin' to put their music onto nice little hangers Purists, poseurs, critics and fakers Judgemental, simple minded, no sense makers Sex Pistols or the Spice Girls it's all the same People makin' music for money , fun or fame (repeat chorus) (banter) (repeat chorus) ^top^ Nitro Flesh Burnin' Funny Cars (verse1) Rev 'em up son we're on a race track straight to Hell Burn 'em off son make 'em smoke and watch 'em swell A quarter mile strip haunted by the ghosts of dragsters past Cum on let 'em rip kid we're gonna burn yer ass (chorus) Nitro flesh burnin' funny cars Piloted by monsters from Mars "Rat Fink" pit crews and "Beatnik Bandits" Trophy girls with 18 tits (verse2) Light 'em up kid we're gonna blow their doors clean off Quick off the start no room to be soft No checkered flags steel and bodies get mangled Fiberglass shells from the Bermuda Triangle (repeat chorus) (verse3) Shrunken head on the rearview Devil's head on the dash Racin' for your soul's pink slip and a bag of cash Parachute on fire spinnin' out of control "Cha-Cha" Muldowney's corpse beckons from below (repeat chorus) ^top^ P,Q,R Pristine Fifteen (verse1) Pigtails Pretty smile Short skirts and legs for miles Black striped Thigh highs Lookin' at her almost burned my eyes No-one was lookn' or around When I met her on the playground (chorus) She was Pristine Fifteen No one was lookin', I had to take her She was Pristine Fifteen I'll make her mine, this time Because she's Pristine Fifteen She's just my type, just not quite ripe Ya' know she's Pristine Fifteen Yeah... (verse2) Some say I'm sick Some say I should be stopped But you should see her when she's lickin' a lollipop Some say it's wrong Some say it's greed But if it's old enough to bleed, then it's old enough for me (Repeat Chorus) (Verse3) I asked her daddy For her hand He punched me in the face and then the door slammed I brought a ladder And some rope Cuz I knew that we would have to elope Her Daddy's gonna be mad And hopped up When he finds his baby girl is knocked up (repeat chorusx2) ^top^ Redneck Zombies (verse1) Well Troma Team does it again "Redneck Zombies" on VHS They dropped the can on Ferd Mert's land Now Pappy and his boys have got a radiation tan They been brewin' up some evil down the county line Now Ellie May is slingin' Satan's moonshine Those yuppie campers are in for a surprise Stoned, drunk and trippin', gettin' zombie-fied (chorus) The whole damn town's been drinkin' green moonshine Pappy's corn squeezin's that'll warp your mind A mason jar full o' nuked white lightnin' Redneck zombies got me mighty frightened (verse2) They got melted faces and eyes so black Redneck zombies are on the attack A good spray deoderant might knock 'em dead If they haven't ate yer liver yet or ripped off yer head You can run, you can hide, you can pray for remorse You can drop a bunch of acid and play with a corpse You can hope that this nightmare will very soon end Just know that the South has risen again! (repeat chorus) (Verse 3) Well there was only one left after that fatal night And now she's in a padded room re-livin' the fright She may never escape all the things that she saw A zombie holocaust that was the government's fault Most folks say it can't happen here Just kick back in their chairs and crack another beer Hit the rewind button on he VCR And those redneck zombies will be comin' back for more! (repeat chorus) ^top^ Rotgut (verse1) Well-a well-a my my my you been lookin' so good But ya' never ever treat me like the way you should Many many women coulda taken yer place But if ya' bring me a beer I'll letcha sit on my face (chorus) Rotgut! Your love is like whiskey Rotgut! Rotgut whiskey Rotgut! Goes down so smooth Rotgut! But in the mornin' you'll puke (verse2) Jerry Lee told me you been messin' around For a trailer park 8-ball always goin' down But ya' look so good baby from the behind I could never give ya' up girl, always be mine (repeat chorus) (verse3) Well a trailer park woman ain't never impressed Unless ya' got a fancy car and you'll buy 'em a dress So skip the whiskey women if ya' want yer life Cuz' a love hang-over never makes a good wife (repeat chorus) ^top^ Rumble Downtown (verse1) Well there's a rumble in town tonite And everything's alright Yeah there's a rumble in town tonite Yeah there's gonna be a fight Well there's a rumble in town tonite A full blown alley fight No sticks, no guns, no chains, all fun Just a full blown knuckle fight (chorus) Well we'll gather up the boys And roll downtown Cuz' two rival sides are about to throw down It's a sweet alley fight It's a rumble downtown tonite Well we're geared up greased down And ready to fight We're gonna find some girls afterward And light up the nite It's a sweet alley fight It's a rumble downtown tonite (verse 2) We're gonna throw the first punch tonite Vindicate and violate alright We're gonna cut some heads tonite We're gonna shut down the other side's light Well there's a rumble right here tonite We're gonna find out which side's right No more half rate apologies Just a full blown knuckle fight (repeat chorus) (verse 3) There was a rumble right here tonite And nothing went quite right Well I watched my best friend die At the edge of a switchblade knife There was a rumble down here tonite And some punk didn't wanna play right I'm gonna find that boy and end his life At the rumble tomorrow night (repeat chorus) ^top^ S,T,U Those Great Big...(Memories) (verse1) Those eyes. those lips, that nose, those great big, whoa-whoa-o Those legs, those thighs, that ass, those great big, whoa-whoa-o I want to hold her close, those great big, whoa-whoa-o Why'd she have to go those great big, whoa-whoa-o (chorus) Memories Of Jayne In my brain She's gone forever It's all gone red It is my dread She lost her head She's gone forever Why'd she go? o-way-o (verse2) Those times we spent together goin', whoa-whoa-o Goin' to the picture show, whoa-whoa-o The pentagram she burned in my hand, whoa-whoa-o I wanna wrap my arms around her, whoa-whoa-o (repeat chorus) (verse3) I told her not to go that nite, whoa-whoa-o I knew it in my bones, whoa-whoa-o Somethin' bad was bound to happen, whoa-whoa-o LOOKOUT!LOOKOUT!LOOKOUT!, whoa-whoa-o (repeat chorus) (spoken) Diamonds scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Pavement cracks the starlett's fragile, egg-shell head... 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