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Black Mac
04:57
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They say this road is dangerous
They say this road is strange
From here outside our tiny town
Up to that mountain range
They say there is a black Mack-Truck
That stalks the highway long
And if you get inside his cab
Well you’re as good as gone
Well once I had a sweetheart
Her name was Emmy-Lou
She used to travel out of town
’Bout ev’ry week or two
A-coming home late one night
Her car broke down again
The phones all dead she had to tread
Through the soaking rain
Well they never found her body
Or any kind of clue
The whole town searched around on foot
From here to Timbuktu
That girl she was the sun to me
The moon the stars the sky
And after she had gone away
I really thought I’d die
So now I stalk this highway long
I drive it up and down
’Cause I’m gonna find that killer
And put him in the ground
But it’s been many long long years
And I haven’t seen a sign
Searched high and low but still don't know
Who took my sweet-heart’s life
I got myself a black Mack-Truck
So I can think the same
And it helps me get inside his head
If I pick up a dame
Now people still go missing
Across this highway long
And if you get inside my cab
Well you’re as good as gone
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Fever Pitch
03:36
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When I first saw you, you were out uptown
Walking on by, I was lounging around
You glanced my way, I should have asked your name
From that night my life was never the same
Got photos of you all over my wall
And the poems I sent, I wrote them all
I follow you here and follow you there
Some say it’s wrong but I just don’t care
Ooh I’m at fever pitch
Suffering from an insatiable itch
Ooh I’m at fever pitch
Head spinning round like a lunatic
I got a little pink piece of your clothes
Took it right out from under your nose
Keep it safe just up beside my bed
It brings dreams of you into my burning head
Well I’ve been mapping out all of your moves
Reading your signs and recording the clues
One day real soon before all the time goes
I’m gonna walk right up and say, “Hello”
Ooh I’m at fever pitch . . .
You and I are shackled to destiny
So don’t fight it Baby ’cause it’s meant to be
The voices in my head all tell me it’s true
And I can’t live one more day without you
I'm coming around I’m gonna knock on you door
If you don’t answer, gonna knock some more
The other day I went and wrote you a letter
You never wrote back, I thought you were better
Ooh I’m at fever pitch . . .
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Raise Me From The Grave
03:28
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See that girl with deep dark eyes
She has a power like a witch
She says, “I need some scratching”
“My soul has got an itch”
Well witches have a dark side
As any old fool should know
They just want your soul
Take it part or whole
And keep their victims lined in rows
You murdered me on Monday
Tuesday I was dressed
Buried me on Wednesday
Said it was for the best
Saturday’s rolling round
And you’re thinking twice again
You got your big old pick
And your bag o’ tricks
You're gonna raise me from the grave
I’ve been shopping for black suits
And flowers in full bloom
I got myself two pennies
And an old gloomy tomb
And I’ve been humbly praying
For just a little driving rain
Cause I see your stare
And my guess is fair
You are gonna kill me again
You murdered me on Monday . . .
Well this old corpse is tired
I think I’ve had enough
I'm feeling bruised and broken
Baby you play too rough
But there’s one thing I’m sure of
And this don’t happen often
Lay me in the ground
But upon sundown
I’ll claw my way out of that coffin
You murdered me on Monday . . .
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Snuff Movie
05:00
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In the basement
There is something going on
In the darkness
There is something going on
After midnight
There is something going wrong
Camera lights and action
Pretty girl now walking on
Oh so far from Hollywood
And oh so far from home
Skin flicks in a basement
This girl is on her own
She’s going down
She’s going down
She’s going down
She’s going down
Down, down, down
Camera reel a-rolling
The fun’s about to start
Camera reel a-rolling
Be still her beating heart
This is her debut movie
And its gonna be her last
She’s going down
She’s going down
She’s going down
She’s going down
Down, down, down
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The Crooked Highway
04:39
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The engine black and thumping
The night so dark and cold
This fragile little wreck I’m driving
Rattles like a bag of bones
Feels like I’ve been here for years
Drifting on my own
Hitchers standing here and there
Are thumbing for a lift
But there ain’t none who you can trust
And the mud here always sticks
I’ve picked up the odd passenger
A sorry waif of course
She brings a little comfort
And bittersweet remorse
In spite of all our promises
She never stays the course
I remember her sweet laugh
The caress of her blonde hair
And I remember how she turned away
And how I couldn’t even care
The journey long and lonely
You can’t turn back
The road is one way only
You can’t turn back
On this crooked highway
That I’ve got no heart to brave
There’s nothing you might fancy
Can be won or even saved
The fog like soup all thick and dark
Is blinding all I see
But just beyond the engine roar
I hear the sound of screams
Then it clears away it peels
This image burns my eyes
A mountain of wrecks strewn with bones
And the broken bits of lives
For on this cursed road no-one ever
Makes it out alive
The journey long and lonely...
Daddy handled snakes in church
Mama drank strychnine
But it ain’t earned me favour
Or won me any time
Christ has come and said his piece
And left us here forlorn
Cause the Devil rules the road
Beneath these black and shifting storms
Oh for so many long years
This road goes on and on
The journey long and lonely
You can’t turn back
The road is one way only
You can’t turn back
On this crooked highway
That I’ve got no heart to brave
There’s nothing you might fancy
Can be won or even saved
The journey long and lonely...
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