BDlyrics

Dead Man With No Heart

KCRW Radio Session

Death Is Coming To Get Me

KCRW Radio Session

Derelict

Odelay

Devils Haircut

Odelay Diskobox

Odelay

Dead Man With No Heart

Dead man with no eyes

Won't you look at me tonight

Tell me will I look good

With my pants on so tight

Watch me die

Dead man with no heart

Would you love me still

Put me in your helicopter

And give me some weight loss pills

Watch me die

Teach me how to cry

Dead man with no stomach

Won't you chew up all my food

Spit it in my face

'Cause it don't taste so good

Watch me die

Let me ride

Dead man with no feet

Won't you run to the liquor store

We're running out of caskets

Won't you run and get some more

Watch me die

Dead man, I ain't got no credit

Won't you put me in the cashmachine

Swim around in the dollar bills

Look out, I'm turning green

Watch me die (fry)

Watch me fry (die)

Death Is Comin to Get Me

death is comin to get you, it's mighty plain to see

with a hand full of cocaine and a long white limosine

he's got rings on his fingers and knives all up his sleeves

suckin all the air up til there's nothin left to breathe

he don't care you're not ready, he don't care if you're not dressed

you beg, he won't listen, you can't bribe him with blank checks

cuz he's lookin in the phonebook for your number and your name

and he's comin to your house when you're watchin a football game

well he's pullin up the driveway with the windows rolled up tight

and his eyes are goin blind and his hair is turnin white

he's crawlin up the stairs with the can of mace

he's breakin' all the windows with your neighbor's face

he sets your clothes on fire and brings you to your knees

he fills up the room with fashion and disease...well

he bread (?) smashes the tv, decapitates your mom

raids the refrigerator, throws vermin on the lawn

throws frisbees in your records, pours blood on the walls

uses your telephone to make long-distance calls

he's laughin at your diary, he's pukin on your suits

he's dancin on your forehead in your hikin boots

he's crawlin up the chimney, he's fallin through the roof

he ties you up with vipers, takes all your drugs and booze

he's coverin you with bacon and fills your mouth with raid

he's sendin back all the bills that you've thought you paid

he's got eveything you own out on the patio

and he's givin it away to people you don't even know

well you don't even care, your mind has been destoryed

you're mutilated, molested and unemployed

Derelict

I dropped my anchor in the dead of night

I packed my suitcase and threw it away

I fell asleep in the funeral fire

I gave my clothes to the police man

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air

Shooting venom at the passers-by

Hijackers tie the heavens down

I put my eyes in a paper bag

I'm spinning round like a gambling wheel

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air

I dropped my anchor in the dead of night

I packed my suitcase and threw it away

I fell asleep in the funeral fire

I gave my clothes to the police man

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air

Devils Haircut

something's wrong cause my mind is fadin'

and everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting,

temperature's dropping at the rottin' oasis

stealing kisses from the lepers faces

heads are hanging from the garbageman trees

mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline,

pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets

smiling eyes with 'em out of the sockets

got a devil's haircut in my mind

love machines on the sympathy crutches

discount orgies on the dropout buses

hitchin' a ride with the bleedin' noses

comin' to town with the briefcase blues

got a devil's haircut in my mind

somethin' wrong cause my mind is fading

ghetto blastin' disintegrating

rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying?

everywhere I look there's a devil in waiting.

got a devil's haircut in my mind

Diskobox

([Gotta get it)

([Gotta] get it)

(Yeeah-OH!)

(Plastic classic)

Can't forget my [bestial] [???]

Close electric telephone [phones]

Ballin like hordes!

About the Shout!

Nasty distortion, [out on my road-jump]

All my friends gout [biscuit/sixties] soul

Rockin the plastic

Takin the [no no / robo]

Rough as a river