Group Sounds (2001)



1.   Straight American Slave
2.   Carne Voodoo
3.   White Belt
4.   Out Of Control
5.   Return Of The Liar
6.   Heart Of A Rat
7.   Venom Venom
8.   Savoir Faire
9.   S.O.S.
10.   Dead Seeds
11.   This Bad Check Is Gonna Stick
12.   Spitting
13.   Ghost Shark

"Straight American Slave"
 
Say hello to my little friend
A broken spleen, but a heart of gold
Has a face that the world adores, yeah
But lives a life that belongs in hell, no

But we ain't movin' now
But we ain't movin' now
But we ain't movin' now

Buffalo soldier
Break dance with knives stuck in your back
(Holy water...) Holy water
Pour out of stretch marks from our past

Straight american slave
Straight american slave

Say hello to my little friend
A broken spleen, but a heart of gold
Has a face that the world adores, yeah
But lives a life that belongs in hell, no

But we ain't movin' now
But we ain't movin' now
But we ain't movin' now

Buffalo soldier
Break dance with knives stuck in your back
(Holy water...) Holy water
Pour out of stretch marks from our past
(Holy water...)
Buffalo soldier
Break dance with knives stuck in your back

Straight american slave
Straight american slave

"Carne Voodoo"
 
Bring me the head, yeah
Don't bring the heart, no
Bring me the head, yeah
Don't bring the eyes, no
Bring me the head, yeah
Don't bring the eyes, no
Full steam ahead, yeah
Don't bring the heart, no

Wine turns to acid
Water to blood, go!

Bring me the head, yeah
Don't bring the eyes, no
Full steam ahead, yeah
Don't bring the heart, no

Wine turns to acid
Water to blood, go!
Wine turns to acid
Water to blood, go!
Wine turns to acid
Water to blood!

"White Belt"
 
Make way for the easy target, all scopes on deck
Targets come from every direction, annihilate your pick
Behead parades in flesh hooks, no chess in the park
Amateur night blinds in neon, a novice in white belt

Peel off my face, burnt fingertips
Smash all my teeth, bury me deep
Bashed to a pulp, my final slap on the wrist
Spit out the bottle screaming: "Where do I fit in?"
White in white belt
White in white belt
Whining for help, oh!

Outside an audience begs, show us more scars
Burn back the fields at once and blanket with tar

Peel off my face, burnt fingertips
Smash all my teeth, bury me deep
Back off, there's no reward. Welcome to the deep end
We want suicide, not bloody revenge
White in white belt
White in white belt
Whining for help, oh!

Bashed to a pulp, my final slap on the wrist
Spit out the bottle screaming: "Where do I fit in?"
White in white belt
White in white belt
Whining for help...

"Out Of Control"
 
I'm burning village, I can't control myself
Like a free fall floater, I never ask you for help

My purple robes disgraced
Darwin's heel is black and grey
Burn more bridges, make more locks
Hide the secret under rocks

My hell is not below
I'm out of control
Eternal squirm for all lost souls
My hell is not below
I'm out of control
Eternal squirm for all lost souls...Ow!

I am a witch, against my will
I've got no defense against myself

My fingers crossed parade
faster bullets on the way
Haul me in and wash me off
I still get postcards twelve years late

From hell, is not below
I'm out of control
Eternal squirm for all lost souls
My hell is not below
I'm out of control
Eternal squirm for all lost souls

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

"Return Of The Liar"
 
You look once, you look once
You get stuck 'cause it's contagious
Don't look twice, don't look twice
By any other name it is a lie

There's smoke, but there's no fire
There's smoke, but there's no fire
There's smoke, but there's no fire
Hang around, hang around, hang around
Hang around...the liar, the liar.

You want more, you want more
You want more so you never leave
Shut your mouth, shut your mouth
So much foam that you can't even speak

There's smoke, but there's no fire
There's smoke, but there's no fire
There's smoke, but there's no fire
Hang around, hang around, hang around
Hang around...

The liar
The liar
Li-li-liar
Li-li-liar
Liar

There's smoke, but there's no fire
Hang around, hang around, hang around, hang around
Hang around, hang around, hang around
Hang around, yeah...

The liar!

"Heart Of A Rat"
 
Yeah!

Oh-Oh-Oh, I'm gonna make it
I want silk robes in my closet too
I want trophies to remind me
Of those times when I sold you out

The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat is a lonely one

Oh-Oh-Oh, You have spoken
You fucked up, sell it by the ounce
Keep us warm, keep us sedated
Stick the blade, now please pull it out

The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat is a lonely one

The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat is a lonely one

Oh-Oh-Oh, Bring on the cannons
March right through, bring on the cavalry

The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat is a lonely one
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat is a lonely one
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
The heart of a rat
i-is a lonely one

"Venom Venom"
 
Look into my eye
Can you see the potion?
The potion is the venom
The venom is the poison
Look into my eye
Can you see the potion?
The potion is the serum
The serum is the venom

Look a little closer
Look a little closer
The potion is the serum
The serum is the venom
The venom is the potion
The potion is the poison
So look a little closer
Look a little closer

The lights are low, the lights are low
No one knows where to go
The lights are low
The lights are low, the lights are low
No one knows where to go
The lights are low
The lights are low, the lights are low
No one knows where to go

"Savoir Faire"
 
That pig needs a warning
We're out for blood
Take down and jangle
the gross ornament
It's not the one we asked for
It's not the one we need

Savoir faire, savoir faire

Slammed to the pavement
Chopped up for feed
Strangled in an alley
Steam on, steam on
It's not the one we asked for
It's not the one we need

Savoir faire, savoir faire
Savior faire, savior faire

Savoir faire, savior faire
Savoir faire, savior faire
Savior faire, savior faire

"S.O.S."
 
This is not the call of the wild
From when I laid it down on the line
This is not a loan, this is not for sale
When I laid my head on the pillow
S.O.S., S.O.S.

Before reasoning, a cure for doubt began
But my bad leg and broken parts
Settle in
S.O.S. my head on the pillow

Back me up to find my problem
Cover tracks so no one can follow
This is not a flare, this is not a candle
When I throw myself out the window
S.O.S., S.O.S.

Before reasoning, a cure for doubt began
But my bad leg and broken parts
Settle in
S.O.S. my head on the pillow