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High Society Torture Party

by The Fucking Hotlights

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1.
Revival 03:35
Revival let the witch hunt begin switch the ring to another finger again we are powerful men land owners conquering white swans on the riverbed black dogs on the scent oh, under the torch light she bares the mark I feel a revival comin’ on let the witch hunt begin stalk the street for the smell of sin a scrubbing stone for her back and a bath for her cleansing white skin pressed to red a pox, a curse upon our head oh, under the torch light she bares the mark and I feel a revival comin’ on
2.
The Winding Sheet sleepy patients push the pageant on buffalo roam the bathhouses and bathe in pricey blood a child lost in his own lawn buoying boys in the water gardens drowned the love gets lost feast upon the flesh and make a horrid mess all the kings have cloth made from golden strings and the best hair from beautiful whores stitched by surgeon slaves bathe in the house of the lord then hunt in his forest no more treasures scored, babies born, ugly duck fucks all luck and keep track numbers on murderers there’s plenty of room in the royal pond for the killers and hustler sods the love gets lost in the price it costs
3.
Awful Ends 02:38
Awful Ends cut the dog into a carpet sold the windows as knives planted dynamite with the tulips filled the piano with rice get a shovel shook sticks at rocking chairs baked quicksilver bread rode upon the galloping horse with no head get a shovel a heavy honey tongue and hungry heart of gall three aspen leaves should silence them all rang the dinner bell on the drunk hornet’s nest get a shovel collected criminal ears and fashioned candles from the deafening wax get a shovel getashovel getashovel getashovel getashovel whistling girls and crowing hens always come to some awful end till the white rooster crows, the show must go on a whistling woman and crowing hen are neither fit for god nor men till the night rooster crows, the search must go on for the water in the well turns to arsenic at dawn left hind cut off in a cemetery under friday’s new moon administered by a cross-eyed man
4.
After all, I am the Caretaker I’ve put that monster to bed ages ago yet, so much work left to be done seven pages past twenty one a guest in my own skin I’ve become but baby we all get a little stir crazy in this hotel the walls they babylon and on and on and on and on and on and... somebody hit the juke a smooth number or two swinging, swaying, somebody saying wonderful party, isn’t it? sewer rats, kitty cats yeah wonderful party, isn’t it? sewer rats, kitty cats, and dandelion lovers all dance with one another foxtrot, box-step, turn, and promenade I say its about time we drop this facade we all know for my racing mind there is one sure solution to find sweating there in front of me that rabid dog that bit me wonderful party, isn’t it? sewer rats, kitty cats yeah wonderful party, isn’t it? sewer rats, kitty cats, and dandelion lovers all dance with one another the man is back in bloom red faced glorious return stark raving lunatic drunk here’s johnny!
5.
A Lamb A Lion An Ape A Pig your ship is fucked the voyage doomed we are the almighty white squall here to drown you in our love ramming speed she said into the crystal rocks ahead we are the blood in the water our friends have friends and they have no fathers or daughters, mentors, manners, limits, or law we are the heavy breathers the gaping mouth celebrators a velvet crushing grip in kid-skin opera gloves we are the blood in the water our friends have friends and they have no fathers or daughters, mentors, manners, limits, or law tonight we swim in the dark water and await the pale blood elephants to carry us to the kingdom we are the blood in the water
6.
Sugarbaker 03:34
Sugarbaker if I were to do it all again, it wouldn’t make a difference some ass-eating mary with power breath would talk all night long while holding the best cocaine I need a faster whip with a razor sharp wit to send all these cocksuckers off bleeding sideways lead the pigs straight to the slaughter and revel in the spoils of vacuous pointless victory I’d rather run my mouth ragged to the wind, than have this wall any closer because it’s easier to burn the wire through, than hold it tight at sun break while everybody is talking about who has got the worst breath
7.
Warehouse 03:35
Warehouse I’m drawing a line in the cement with the dog shit on my shoe those who do not cross will be tonguing it when I’m through it’s come time to take every liars mouth and stuff it with hair from shower drains its come time to take every coward and fill their belly with led paint all the glass eyes will be devoured after being plucked from the baby girl doll face cavity behold the punisher prepare for the pain of our bored and disillusioned soulless stained bed sheet names (these high society torture party games) dear confession booth, so many sins, where do I begin? do you remember when we were young and invincible? saliva spit dripped from a split lip like a mouth piece in a prize fight adventure flew across the room the warrior’s cry we swallowed thorn bushes whole and always came inside perfect pale drunken strangers with cheap gin menthol cigarette bug spray breath dear confession booth, so many sins, where do I begin? baby, we is busy bees whose sexy saccharine hive is full of all the best honey jive I want vinegar in my eyes because nothing’s so sore as all the sweet that’s been this dive so saddle up and ride
8.
Lip Service 02:14
Lip Service you’re starting to believe all it takes to live is breathing I take the time to ruin but saving is what I’m doing so stop begging me please
9.
No Glory 03:22
No Glory let’s put all the poets in a cave with only so much air give them a pen and watch blank paper pile up yeah, I’ll have another I dare you to say something worth a cell that you didn’t see on TV as speakers flutter I wonder who has got shit to say to me yeah, I’ll have another cold coffee before friday another sunday night shit show of liver stiff itchy stories we got a story to tell and a legacy to leave everything we did is worthless and sure to be... cold coffee before friday if she humped our keyboards she might get a baby to raise alone
10.
Skinwalker 03:04
Skinwalker come run, come on and come you wanna ride on the angel gun? sleep with the devils and get in the mix with a mad mad scene? good lord, you don’t know where I’ve been and that’s mud and blood running down in and out your nose you’re dead in paradise OD’d on the american dream I’ve got eighteen cans that bleed stray dog sun beams for when the moon gets too close shit, kitty cat, does that one strike eight? a pocket full of jollies from the candy store window we exterminate the howling through our skin they call this place a reptile zoo and I’ve got coins to scrape anyone of these who try to get through must be a miracle the beasts haven’t got a scent on me I’m wearing brute force and you, of course, stink of easy the howling through our skin the horror, the horror you deserve so much better than being called a whore hell, its spring break and you’re working on a degree
11.
Hammering of the Goldbeaters we’ve severed the lion’s head come on baby, lets drink its blood and never go to bed now! lets all come together fasten the feathers iron and metal carmine disaster you spin fast I’ll spin faster dance around the golden strings we’ve gathered our pleasures such a delightful endeavor little boy nose bleeds from miniskirt struts blood pressure spike idol worship and fire light fabulous dancers, fabulous dancers you spin fast I’ll spin faster dance around the golden strings

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Recorded, mixed, and mastered by John Angelo in late 2010.
500 copies pressed on vinyl and self-released in May of 2011.
On this recording, The Fucking Hotlights are: Johnny, Ryan, Pete, and Doug.

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released May 21, 2011

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