Electric Six

[fox69]

"Interchangeable Knife"

"Interchangeable Knife"



We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye,
I guess it's you.
I'm gonna love you till you die!
I got a candy-coating,
In a barrel of brine,
I guess it's you,
You're gonna take me for a ride.
I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife,
On the first day of her new life,
Interchangeable knife!

She's a big, big brider,
Got the devil inside her,
Burger-cook,
Back in my jeans,
Hotter than a meth-lab-fire.
She'll change a brother,
Kickin' times,
Slide it up and break rhymes,
It's such a beautiful position,
Got electrical vibes.
Put tequila into my lime,
Be the liberty of life,
Just chop it up,
I don't need no cook,
Got an interchangeable knife,
Yeah.

We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you)
I guess it's you who gonna cry.
If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side,
I guess it's you, (I guess it's you),
You gonna spread 'em open wide.
She's a rollin'-pin momma and a rational wife,
Man, it's such an interesting life,
International knife!

Hey!

Yeah, I know that girl.

What I might be lacking in class,
Make up for in ass.
Try stripping down and flying,
Down the interstate fast,
With original sin,
Dancin' for my lips when I talk,
Got a shotgun rack,
In the back of my truck.
Pull the shift full into first,
It's all ready to burst,
And the second,
Easy neckin',
Go into third,
Into fourth,
Ooh!

Ooh.

Interchangeable knife!

Interchangeable knife!

 

[fox69]

"Intro From "Exterminate" Tour"

"Intro From "Exterminate" Tour"



It’s all done with computers

Hey mister!
Hey mister!
Hey mister!
Hey mister!
Put a little mustard on that mustard

Hey mister!
Hey mister!
Hey mister!
Hey mister!
Put a little mustard on that mustard

 

[fox69]

"Iron Dragon"

"Iron Dragon"



It took ten years to get there,
twenty more to come back
to your war

And when I fired up my only flair
you instructed your battalions
to ignore

It was the longest game of chicken;
who would be the first
to blink first?

Thank God I had a bucket to get sick in,
your injection couldn't
make me fell worse

From the hills I saw you in your courtyard,
crazed for merry drink.
And the nights here give me
too much time to think
to think about the day

You hitched your horse to a rusty wagon
I hitched my wagon to a dead horse
Iron Dragon, won't you stay as a matter of course?
Iron Dragon, won't you stay 'til the end of the wars?

If I could only find a star to put my wish in,
I'd be the main attraction
that you're due

I remember the words of your magician;
"You gotta melt down fifty jokes
to make a fool"

From here Ш see you fortifying
for a cold December.
And it hits me now
that you might not remember
remember the time

You hitched your horse to a rusty wagon
I hitched my wagon to a dead horse
Iron Dragon, won't you stay as a matter of course?
Iron Dragon, won't you stay 'til the end of the wars?

How will this be recorded?
Will it be a big display
in the museum?

Will my loyalty be rewarded?
Or will they just say,
"must've sucked to be him"?

Whoever finds my scribbles,
well I hope you read to the end
'Cause in the end
I reunite with my old friend

You hitched your horse to a rusty wagon
I hitched my wagon to a dead horse
Iron Dragon, won't you stay as a matter of course?
Iron Dragon, won't you stay 'til the end of the wars?

Save the world, save the world,
I'm the new Micheal Jackson
Save the world, save the world,
Save the world

Save the world, save the world,
I'm the new Micheal Jackson
Save the world, save the world,
Save the world

 

[fox69]

"It Ain't Punk Rock"

"It Ain't Punk Rock"



It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock.
It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock.
Don't waste your time examining the mind of a stripper
You're gonna get gripped in the grip of the gripper.
It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk
Rock!
Rock!
Rock!
Rock!

Number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight
Number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight
Why are all the white people filled with hate? (filled with hate)
Why do archeologists excavate? (excavate)
Number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight, number eighty-eight
Number eighty-eight,
Number eighty-eight,
Number eighty-eight

Loads can be made
We should wrap this debate
So decide under the covers where the good times await
Every life needs a fate
Every lad needs a mate
Every seller needs a buyer
Every oven needs a fire
And if you're on fire, you're gonna need some water
And if you're underwater, you're gonna need some air
And if you're in the air, you're gonna need a place to land
And if you're on land, you can come and see my piece of shit band!

It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock.
Number eighty-eight, Number eighty-eight
It ain't puck rock 'til the punk rockers say it's punk rock.
Number eighty-eight, Number eighty-eight
Is this really happening?
Yes it is! (Yes it is!)
Are we always doing this?
Yes it is! (Yes it is!)
I'm gonna be a sweet billionaire, lover.

 

[fox69]

"It Gets Hot"

"It Gets Hot"



(Who got the hose?)

(Who got the fire?)

(It's like a loop machine.)

That sound that you were looking for,
Ain't nothing like this sound,
Better turn your car around.

That life that you were looking for,
Is burning to the ground,
Gonna have to hose it down.

That weird kid is blowing up and selling energy,
And every sucker's showing up, they hang in effigy.
Destroying all the evidence with a flesh-eating foam,
In the time it takes to take you home I could have gone back home.

It gets hot,
(It gets us so hot)
We hit a little spot,
(I hit you in the spot)
I get the urge a lot,
(To show you what I got)
But probably not.

Boom baby! (Tonight!)
Burn baby!
Boom baby! (Tonight!)
Burn baby!
Boom burn fire! (Tonight!)
Boom burn fire!
Who got the hose?
Who got the hose?
Who got the hose?

It gets hot.
(You know it's hot) Hot!
(It's gonna be like ohh) Hot!
(yeah, heat me all night long, yeah, c'mon baby) Hot!

Bodies bouncing on the floor,
Everybody gettin' wild,
Gonna show my dirty style.
You better show me what that body's for,
You're born to beguile,
Hit the volume on your dial.
Yeah, the dime is dropping on ya,
And the devil's droppin in,
And your big, big baby Jesus,
He gonna die for all your sin,
Now they're ripping off your bandages,
You're never sitting still,
You got no sense of common sense,
You got no sense to kill

It gets hot,
(It gets us so hot)
We hit a little spot,
(I hit you in the spot)
I get the urge a lot,
(To show you what I got)
But probably not.

Boom baby! (Tonight!)
Burn baby!
Boom baby! (Tonight!)
Burn baby!
Boom burn fire! (Tonight!)
Boom burn fire!
Who got the hose?
Who got the hose?
Who got the hose?
Who got the hose?
It gets hot!

I got the hose if you wanna take it out for me, girl,
You look hot,
When you're on your knees,
I beg please,
I need your flame to cook.
(Hot!)
Like Randy, I'm Andy,
Tonight this town will burn
(Hot!)
Stop, drop and roll wi' me,
You gotta learn.

It gets hot,
(It gets us so hot)
We hit a little spot,
(I hit you in the spot)
I get the urge a lot,
(To show you what I got)
But probably not.

(Tonight) Shoot the flame,
(Tonight) Hot,
(Tonight) Hot,
Shoot the flame,
Shoot the flame,
Shoot the flamethrower, everybody gets a turn,
We got so many fire safety lessons left to learn,
Everybody up in here lining up to burn,
You got a hot sticky venomous kiss,
I like it like this,
I'm likin what you got,
Cause it's hot,
Hot,
Hot.

 

[fox69]

"It's Horseshit!"

"It's Horseshit!"


Ow!

Ah! Yes.

You say that one and one make two
But how am I supposed to love you?
When everything you say is untrue
And the rumours stick to me like glue
There ain’t no doubt about it

The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
It’s horseshit!

The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
It’s horseshit!

The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
Come on!

Ow!

Now you tried to you made a fool out of me
You know you’re barking up the wrong tree
But one day soon I’m going to be
At your door saying “Open Sesame”
Won’t have to shout it

The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
It’s horseshit!

The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
It’s horseshit!

The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
Come on!

Oh!

The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up
The numbers don’t add up

Haha!
Reach into those fun bags
Horseshit, Ah. Horseshit
Come on
Haha!
I’ll take you from riches to rags
Horseshit, Horseshit
It’s what I do
Haha!
Reach into your fun bags – tonight!
Horseshit, Horseshit
Haha!
I’ll take you from riches to rags
Haha!
Now tell me true
Come on!
Haha!
You’re my lady
Haha!
You know you like it, ha
Haha!
I got to, I got to, I got to
Come on
Horseshit, horseshit…
[Repeats]

It’s horseshit!
Horseshit!
Horseshit!
Horse…shit!
Yes!

 

[fox69]

"It's Showtime!"

"It's Showtime!"



Get out on the floor
Do things to make 'em adore you
Show 'em why you were born
And put a little mustard on it

Don't tell me what time it is now
I know what time it is now

It's show time!
Show time!

Teach the world to move to your sound
Hop around and twirl around
And put a little mustard on it

Don't tell me who to love or hate now
'Cause I'm totally filled with hate now

It's show time!

One for the money
Two for the show
It is all done with computers

Hey mister!
Put a little mustard on that mustard!

Don't tell me how to do my job now
'Cause I'm totally doin' my job now

Show time!

 

[fox69]

"Jam It In The Hole"

"Jam It In The Hole"



Stop! We are good times.
We're from the 80s and we're here to help.
That's when the lion awoke and Mephistopheles spoke.
He said, "You still got some time, baby, there's still time to choke."

That's where her majesty dines on perpendicular lines.
So, stop making me stop, we are good times.

Stop! We are good times.
And I don't even know.
It keeps repeating,
It keeps repeating,
It keeps repeating, and I don't even know.

This job is taking its toll.
Sometime it be so droll.
You gotta jam it baby,
go on and jam it in the hole.

We are your pleasure, whatever you use.
We are good times, in whatever form you choose.
No battery, but your lights are on.
Flesh fantasy and our love goes on and on.

Jam it in the hole.

Stop! We are good times.
It keeps pushing
It keeps pushing me down,
It keeps pushing.
Tell me are you gonna push, push?

It's just a sick ma-chine,
A certain fantasy,
An alternative version of what I need.
To fly a flag up a pole
It's an attainable goal.
Rock and Roll ride home.
Just go and jam it in the hole.

Jam it in the hole.
Jam it in the hole.

Stop! We are good times.
I am god's love, baby.
I'm Courtney Love, baby.
Who the hell are you?

No battery, but your lights are still on.
Flesh fantasy and our love goes on and on.
We are your pleasure, whatever you use.
We are good times, in whatever form you choose.
No battery, but your lights are still on.
Flesh fantasy and our love goes on and on.
We are your pleasure, whatever you use.
We are good times, in whatever form you choose.

What is the market value of a soul?
Kids keep jamming it into the hole.

 

[fox69]

"Jessica Dresses Like A Dragon"

"Jessica Dresses Like A Dragon"


Yeah!

She cuts through the fogs of the fashion dogs
And all of the sales are waggin'
Because Jessica dresses like a dragon
Stylized [?]
She needs a big overhead
Compartment to put her bag in
Because Jessica dresses like a dragon

Everybody knows she lives for dragon clothes
She lives to be like one of those
Shiny, bloody diamond stones
The ones that shoot the stars into your mind
Into your mind

Bifurcated tongue
She even eats her young
She sits on you while saggin'
Because she's turning into a dragon
Lays tons of eggs
While Cosmopolitan begs for a new rag to put their rag in
Because Jessica dresses like a dragon

Everyone agrees she is just quite the tease
She has reptilian tendencies
She's taking the fashion police
And fried them to a crisp upon which she dines
On which she dies

We misbehaved in the bachelor cave
It was a loft on Mercer Street
And she found a suitable to eat

Everybody knows she lives for dragon clothes
She lives to be like one of those
Shiny, bloody diamond stones
The ones that shoot the stars into your mind
Into your mind
Into your mind

 

[fox69]

"Jimmy Carter"

"Jimmy Carter"



Like Jimmy Carter,
like electric underwear.
Like any idea that never had a chance to go anywhere,
this is who you are...

A paid celebrity
who drives off a bridge in a car,
your beautiful body filling up with water.

Like Harry Truman dropping bombs out of the air,
like any self-respecting multi-billionaire,
this is who you are...

Five dancing teenage boys
who sing their way into our hearts.
Backstreet's back, alright.

And there's a toxic cloud hanging over;
there's white noise on the screen.
And there's a man in a hotel room
assaulting a maid who just came to clean up the mess.

Backstreet's back, alright.

Like Ronald Reagan falling asleep forever more,
dreaming of horses and
dreaming of nuclear war.
This is where we are tonight,
everybody under survelliance from a satellite.
You can be the first one on your block to die.

And there's a plague of locusts upon us
and there's a nightmare in the swarm.
And there's a lion out in the desert
slouching to Bethlehem to be born again.

Backstreet's back, alright. Alright