Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards - Subterranean lyrics

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Gordy's lightin fires smoking dope slashing tires

Brian Giffens lyin about the girls he's pullin in

Rabbit's smoking crack sayin I got a problem

Drinking too much and doin heroin

Skinhead Lori got the glory Pasta's bass a different story

Benny stole the sign right off the club caravan

Becker got a job

Erin went out on the nod

Knucklehead went to jail again

A subterranean perfume come a creepin round my nose

I know I'm with the creetins and deceitful lyin whores

I walk along these avenues for all of them I own

A destitute hopeless man with barely any clothes

Packs of lies like animals keep me runnin the night

Well I've withstood a decade in the vulture's line of sight

When the rivers of the innocent begin to overflow

I wait there for the spirits and I eat them to the bone

Well there's a carnival of souls in the factory cells

Where the false prophets promise you Heaven and Hell

I scourge the underbelly of the city's seedy side

I monopolize in lawlessness deceitfulness and bribes

I'm the Anti-Christ a Poltergeist

I demand a sacrifice

I ain't so nice so be advised pure instinct I've survived

Mocking screams with laughter after you I'm comin after

I'm the pariah that brings the rapture and the seals I've opened wide

Robert showed up loaded got pissed off and exploded

Yellin at Wes the skin for spillin beer

Terry Root came on in to calm it all down

Said, c'mon man we all gotta be in here

Dibble fought in his own war joined the Provo Marine corps

Alicia's got a problem with her man again

Gabe and Burl and some girl went to the end of the world Looking for weed from Joe Lenihan

...Hey! This is Lars over here... and I tell you what, I'm just as fucked up as all those guys. But you know, that's just the way I remembered it. The Skunx. Yeah, the crew, the Skunx. That song's for all you guys. You know, past, the present, the dead, the alive. I'll always remember you...