Anaconda
(Music by La Rocque / Lyrics by Diamond)
To the morgue... Take him to the morgue
To the morgue... Take him to the morgue
At... Devil Lake... Sanitarium, many a patient had died in vain
Never a question to be asked, no no, never a thing to explain
So they took his bones and skin to the morgue in the West Wing
It was clear... to Doctor Eastmann
Harry had died of fright in the night
If he had cared he could have found the spider
Laying eggs in Harry¹s neck
The smoldering eyes... in Harry¹s head
Had become the home... of spiders instead
Solos : S
To the morgue... Take him to the morgue
To the morgue... Take him to the morgue
At... Devil Lake... Sanitarium, many a patient had died in vain
Never a question to be asked, no no, never a thing to explain
So they took his bones and skin to the morgue in the West Wing
It was clear... to Doctor Eastmann
Harry had died of fright in the night
If he had cared he could have found the spider
Laying eggs in Harry¹s neck
The smoldering eyes... in Harry¹s head
Had become the home... of spiders instead
Solos : S
Cruise Control
I will never want to date you
while I can learn to hate you.
If you somehow learn to love me,
well, that's just my luck.
I would never ever care if you only wanted my friendship,
but somehow you're disappointed
that I'm not a slut.
I don't want to fuck you
I don't wanna fuck you
I don't want to fuck you
so fuck you!
In my mind there is no doubt
that you've been in and out of many
different backseats, many times before.
I can always see your defeat
when I won't leave the front seat.
Now it seems your disappointed that I'm not a whore
I don't want to fuck you
I don't wanna fuck you
I don't want to fuck you
so fuck you!