Here is where I’ll die, for sure.
This ain’t no fantasy, boy.
It ain’t a mystery, baby, not to me.
When I sin, I sin real good.
When you’re seeing 20 things at a time, you just can’t slow things down, baby.
Cracked necks by settled limbs, they don’t hesitate.
Mommy, I’m a good boy. Mommy, I’m a fuckin’ savior.
Misfits songs at the first Samhain show.
Prime directive: Exterminate this whole fuckin’ place.
That time The Misfits were a screamo band.
I couldn’t find The Murder City Devils’ cover of “Hybrid Moments” anywhere on the WWWs, but here they are doing “She” for a circa-2000 benefit comp for the West Memphis 3, who are now free.