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Thrash Metal Ordained 50 Ways To Kill Your Lover
EP, 发布日期 : 2004 - Sinternational Records
Style: Thrash Metal

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Tracklist
1. Grimleys Tale
2. 50 Ways to Kill Your Lover
3. Who Was Jack?

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歌词
1. GRIMLEYS TALE

When the moon sits fat in the sky and the fog is thick as molasses
Spanish moss drippin' off the trees
And wind rustles through the grasses
Swamp critters crawlin' across the ground
On all their bellies and on all fours
Lock your windows and draw the blinds
There's a reason not to go outdoors
He stand about 7 foot 3, weigh three seventy five
Tales passed down from man to man
About the meanest thing alive

Amulets and talismans all have no effect
When Mortimus Grimley arrives
All there is - is Death

No-one knows from where he came and no-one really cares
Never know just where he's at but know that he is there
It's been said that when you see him
All your hair turns white
Paralyzed with fear, blood turns to ice staring at the evil sight
Stalking in the darkness, with just one thing on his mind
On a mission and that would be to eat anything he can find

Amulets and talismans all have no effect
When Mortimus Grimley arrives
All there is - is Death

By the time you realize it wil be too late
No time to say your prayers before you meet your fate
Now and then a lucky one will get a chance to yell
None of them come out again with a story they can tell
Sometimes if you listen late at night you can hear the screams
Of people who went searching for the star of nightmare dreams

Amulets and talismans all have no effect
When Mortimus Grimley arrives
All there is - is Death


2. 50 WAYS TO KILL YOUR LOVER

The problem is all inside your head she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
I'd like to help you in your struggle to be free
There must be 50 ways to kill your lover

She said it's really not my habit to intrude
Furthermore I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued
But I'll repeat myself at the risk of being rude
There must be 50 ways to kill your lover
50 ways to kill your lover

Cut off her head, Fred
Shoot her in the back, Jack
Chop her up with an axe, Max
Just listen to me
Shove her in front of a bus, Gus
Don't need to discuss much
Drown the bitch in a ditch, Rich
And set yourself free

She said It grieves me so to see you in such pain
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again
I said I appreciate that and could you please explain
About the 50 ways
She said why don't we both just sleep on it tonight
And I believe that in the morning you'll begin to see the light
Then she kissed me and I realized that the scheming bitch was right
There must be 50 ways to kill your lover
50 ways to kill your lover

Cut off her head, Fred
Shoot her in the back, Jack
Chop her up with an axe, Max
Just listen to me
Shove her in front of a bus, Gus
Don't need to discuss much
Drown the bitch in a ditch, Rich
And set yourself free

Cut off her head, Fred
Shoot her in the back, Jack
Chop her up with an axe, Max
Just listen to me
Shove her in front of a bus, Gus
Don't need to discuss much
Drown the bitch in a ditch, Rich
And you will be free


3. WHO WAS JACK?

Ostrog, Gull or Montigue Druitt
Who had the motive to do it?
Maybrick, Kominsky, Chapman, Barnett
No-ones solved the riddle yet
The only clue that was ever found
Was a piece of cloth thrown on the ground
Covered in blood in an alleyway
From where Catherine Eddowes lay

Streets of Whitechapel
Are no place
For a whore
In 1888

Moving along the shadows silently
Fire lit room butchering Mary Kelly
The motives & clues police did seek
No murders on Sunday of the week
Dear Boss letter in the post
Disappear without a trace like a ghost
Missing heart, missing uterus
Fresh kidney in the post to Mr. Lusk

Streets of Whitechapel
Are no place
For a whore
In 1888

The Duke Of Clarence or Leather Apron
Walter Sickert & his paintings
Stalking along the East End streets
Using his blade to slice fresh meat

Victorian streets & gas lamps
Revealing the bodies of butchered tramps
Late at night or early morn
Prostitutes victims of his scorn
With his 6 inch knife blade
Precision cuts that he made
Butcher, Tanner, Freemason or Jew
Surgeon or Lunatic, no-one knew

Streets of Whitechapel
Are no place
For a whore
In 1888

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