12: Back to My Grave (Jay Edgar Hoover
& Mother Hoover)
Jay Edgar
Screaming witches feast on thirsty life,
bursting the skull’s red shell
To suck the brain with dripping jaws
and greed from the slimes of Hell
Everything in Hades is going to Hell,
The liquor stores are closed on a Sunday as well.
I’m going back (he’s going back)
I’m going back to my grave again.
This is the gospel according to Hyde
It’s the swimsuit edition boys!
You can see nasty pictures inside.
Only with His permission boys!
Mother Hoover
Rest in peace from your loving mom
(his loving mom’s here)
Rest in peace from your dad
(his poor old dad’s dead)
I know you've been so lonely
and you've had horrible things to do
So rest in peace from me to you.
Jay Edgar
A howling ghost in a coffin screams
Cut from his last remains
Goblins gnash their steaming teeth and
Rattle their cold black chains.
If you like the medicine, He’ll give you the disease.
He'll soon have you falling from your family trees.
I’m going back (he's going back)
I’m going back to my grave again.
Wheeling Warlocks, infested faces
Grin through their foulest breath
Gleaming demons frenzied run
on spike of steel and stench of death
Mother Hoover
All the boys down the pub say it's alright
(it’s alright) it's alright
(it’s alright) about the money that you owe
(He owes a bunch of money!)
They say it can’t be easy
(and I think we’d all agree)
- so rest in peace from them and me.
Jay Edgar
I’m going back he’s going back,
I’m going back to my grave again.
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