Helter skelter spiraling 'round All the way up and all the way down Helter skelter, candyfloss clouds King of the fairground, lost in a crowd All aboard as the ghost train roars Rollercoaster, getting closer Helter skelter spiraling 'round All the way up and all the way down Helter skelter spiraling 'round All the way up and all the way down Helter skelter spiraling 'round All the way up and all the way down Helter skelter, candyfloss clouds King of the fairground, lost in a crowd All aboard as the ghost train roars Rollercoaster, getting closer Helter skelter spiraling 'round All the way up and all the way down Helter skelter spiraling 'round All the way up and all the way down Helter skelter spiraling 'round All the way up and all the way down

Down where this ugly man seeks his sustenance Down in the blue, midnight flare A glass hand cuts through the water Scything into his twisted roots Then from his eyes spring fireflies Breathing life into a roaring disguise Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air in the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar A soft hoodwink of shadows, the size of make-believe Punches through his spike of rage A glass hand cuts through the water Snuffing out the magic fury Then from inside bolt lightning cries Swiftly crushed the final, muffled sighs Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air in the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar Hand around the killing jar The killing jar

Hibiscus head in a flower bed A finger hewn planted and sewn Oh, magic in her hands She could make anything grow Magic in her hands She had green fingers It's curious where the animals don't go Mandrake rooted deep into the soil Where the sun won't fall but it flourishes See the pretty maids all in a row Magic in her hands She could make anything grow Magic in her hands She had green fingers It's reaching And groping a clammy handshake Clawing the ivy Crawling the tight rope along the lattice work With this hand I thee wed With this hand I thee bed With this hand I With this hand, oh With this hand I With this hand, oh With this hand I With this hand With this hand I With this hand With this hand I With this hand With this hand I

Someones in cold storage Seeking heinz main-courses Craving for a raw love He'll hide you from the cleaver He'll hang with you forever Longing for a fresh meat By hook or by crook You'll be 1st in his book For an impaled affair By hook or by crook You'll be last in his book Of flesh oh so rare Chorus: Be a carcass-be a dead pork Be limblessly in love Be a carcrash(carcass)-be a dead pork Be limblessly in love Someones left in cold storage Thawed in heinz main-courses Carving for a new tin He got you with the cleaver He hung you up forever Anticipating new skin Out of the frying pan And into the fire 58th variety Out of the frying pan And into the fire Mother had her son for tea Chorus In love with your stumps (the pain) In love with the bleeding In love with the pain That you once felt (now feel) As you became a carcass (, we became a carcass) (Carcass-you became a carcass) Carcass... carcass... carcrash (I n love with the stumps In love with the bleeding In love with the pain That you now feel As you became a carcass -We became a carcass- Carcass You became a carcass Carcass Get him in... ...but don't whine you swine) Lyric: severin/sioux music: sioux/fenton

Now me and my partner we work on the run The quick try to get quicker And the creepers get hung Now it's you that got wasted tonight on the job One lost his liquor And the other lost his head Ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink But nothin' saw nothin' - just smelt' the stink Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one Four forgotten and the rest just won't come When you've begun to think like a gun The rest of the year has already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone. Blood on the windows and blood on the walls Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls And the papers keep pounding on everything I burned And the people getting restless but they'll never learn I picked up a doctor - he's good with a knife Says anaesthetic's a waste of his time Works in a hurry but always worthwhile Knows they won't be back for a long long time Top of the staircase was ready to fall We were still waiting downstairs in the hall Watch out for big mama, she'll set you on fire Or go for your neck with the chicken wire When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone Once you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have already gone Mother of plenty, mother of none You've got me cornered and still on the run I don't care nothing 'bout you anyway Stuck in this hole I'm well on my way When you've begun to live like a gun The days of the year have already gone When you've begun to think like a gun The days of the year have suddenly gone