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Ghost Janitor
02:25
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Don’t you dare laugh as your boat sails by
The Cancelvanian coast where the locals died
I would know, as I’m one of that host
A murderous, lycanthrope ghost
Of our rightful frightful land
To seek their free speech, the monsters came.
The night I floated up from the grave
Ghastly Mike, the werewolf craved money
Consuming Benadryl twas Jesse the Mummy.
They professed to be in a band.
The Boo Dudes were jamming under contract it seems
By Bloody Buddy, an industry fiend
Who produced for Scott Joplin after he died
And made lots of hits for the Graveyard Guys
To please Aiden his evil son
And they all worshipped Terry, a clown of great horror.
And built blasphemous churches all in his honor
Dankenstein, a skeleton, prescribed THC
To numb the minds of the clowns devotees
And the ritual of bongs was begun
Dracula’s coughing sickly and sad
And lives with his brother, boo dude’s own Tad
Gary the Gillperson swam to the island
He plays with the kitties and commits acts of violence
Apparently they’re also a drummer.
I’m but a specter, Rongwulf by name
Bong water seeping into my grave
A plot by Dankenstein and also by Terry
To make Cancelvania a little more scary
I don’t think any plot could be dumber
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Werewolf is comin up through the fog
Werewolf is coming up through the fog
Hear him howling like a big ass dog
Ghastly Mike’s got a creepy creepy song
All the ghoulies mashin to the werewolf jam
All the ghoulies mashin to the werewolf jam
Makin lots of money for the wolf man
Dankenstein is smoking from a tin can
mummy man
Demands a band
To get revenge
Fright rock
Boo dudes stock it hot.
Burning pot. To kill off the poison in it.
He…lives
Forever more
Drunk on gore and weed pills and alcohol
Hey bloody buddy can you spare a dime
Hey bloody buddy can you spare a dime
A contract before him lay there to sign
Dost Thou Want infernal credit lines
He said Howl for me wolfie in the microphone
Gonna make a lotta money with your spooky songs
Aiden is my demon spawn
Bloody bucks for ska songs
Give a dog a loan
And he’s gonna buy a bone
Listen to the message of the ancient tome
Horrifying high APR
awaits any werewolf with a credit card
Ghastly Mike wailing in the night
It’s just Ghastly Mike wailing in the night
Never got a copywrite
For the songs he was a howlin in the moonlight
Shamefully drunk and waiting on a check
Pissing himself and looking like a wreck
No one will cash his personal check
an American Werewolf in debt
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I've heard living ain't easy
I thought I'd have the time of my life
when I got myself a crypt
and embalmed with a real sharp knife
Now my grave's being robbed, they're taking my stuff
How can I make it to the stars?
Archaeologist goons, I can't rest in my tomb
Where are my canopic jars?
An entity helped me, to find my path
A journey on the Milky Way
It's kinda sticky, might be something else
I think it's best if I do not stay
I wanna play bass in a band
And be like the Graveyard Guys
But I need a guitarist to join me in Hell
Guess I'm waiting for one to die
Living ain't easy when you're dead
I've haunted so many homes, I've nearly lost my head (again)
I have winged friends with big red eyes
They take me on a journey through Hell when I died
Living ain't easy when you're dead
Living ain't easy when you're dead
I've haunted so many homes, I've nearly lost my head (again)
A biblical angel covered in eyes
He made a list and he's checkin' it twice
Living ain't easy when you're dead
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Post-Mortem Boredom
03:37
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Along came a man
He was full of skeletons
He said he was a doctor by trade
He had a dubious past and a chilling kinda laugh
When I ask him why you fuckin with a grave
I’m gonna dig em up
Cause Science needs me
To do some stuff
For the Illuminati
I’m torturing corpses
Gonna see what happens
And that’s all you do when you do science
Desecrate a corpse
Desecrate a corpse for science
Dankenstein is out to tonight
Dankenstein is getting high with dead guys
He heard of a band
Who puffed a reefer and was dead
Just as soon as they got upon the stage
It was ‘82, so their bodies turned to goo
In which their skeletons were floating in the grave
I’m gonna dig em up
I’m gonna smoke em out
Gonna build a band
Gonna scream and shout
Moshing the monsters
The graveyard guys
Have come to life
Doctor dankenstein
You’re the real daddy of the graveyard guys
Dankenstein dankenstein
With weed and science everybody dies
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Plan 9 from Delta 8
03:05
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Evil science in a lab
Synthesizing THC
Rip a hole in time and space
Summoning the entity.
Plan 9 from Delta 8
Entity from the other place
He’s sees you when you’re smoking weed
He’s coming from the other place.
Every single Halloween
He’s cumming star seed in your face.
If you see the boo dudes
You got cum in your eye
(The entity is coming in your brain)
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Son, Bloody Son
03:42
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There was a boy
Had all the toys because
When he was mad weird things occurred
Telepathic
Super tragic
Make him mad and Aiden kills again
Daddy was rich
Mom was a witch who cursed him
He never could be satisfied
Eerie brainwaves
Filling your grave
Aiden loves to see you dead
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Little Mama Mia
01:50
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Call my chick the night cause that bitch was dark and spooky
Addams Family is my gang creepy and they’re kooky.
Scooby and his fuckin gang pull up on these ghost.
600 rounds for shaggy and these hoes
Dracula sleeps in a coffin
And weeps for the family who loved him
Gary the Gillman is drawed in
And pitied the vampire shut in
Drew blood to consume
But was imbued with the toxins of weed hash
Blew 122 when he was caught by the cops in a speed trap
Gary Gillperson
Im hear an Im curisn
An constanly balem 4 a slaughter
Amazin tha massis
Im huffin them grasses
An spitin my fire in watter
Dracula hittin me backula
Says thad he spot me five on my nex dub sak
Liv unner water but not gonna hole my breath
Cuz hes got bills 2 pay, missin his bak tax
Dracula needs a ride to the store
Dracula needs a ride to the store
The Dragula drippin with the suicide door
The count can’t drive need a ride to the store
Dracula’s a bat but don’t call the homie slugger
Dracula to fat to fly, he can only hover.
Diabetic drug supply trapping out the casket.
Gary come up to the crib with an Easter basket.
Whats at tha stor thad u need so bad
Tha ur comin at me lik the Devil
Prolly some hunny buns u had
They mess wif ur blood suger level
Chillin a home an feelin alone
Is no resin 2 go on a drive
Lost drivin privvililsges racin thru villiges
Takeing th poor pesants lifes
Hypnotise cops, batty got opps
Suckin these junkies in gutters
Let him detox. A coffin is locked
By Draculas own baby brother
Drac cot me slippen n jacked my keys
I tole him 2 go bak 2 Hell
Cuz i need my boat
Ive got a d8 wit a shorty name Ariel
Hey my name is Gary I like to pet with kitties.
Boy I like to pet kitties underwater and I like to bounce them.
Take a kitty with you and you can live with it underwater.
Take it with you and it will purr and it will stop purring after a little while,
When you take it underwater and when you bounce it.
With you, you can live with kitties underwater all day long.
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My name is Gary
I like things that are scary
Like a kitty to kiss and is hairy
You can pet it, and love it, and bounce it,
And pet it, and love it, and bounce it,
And bounce it, and bounce it, and bounce it
AND BOUNCE IT, AND BOUNCE IT,
Until it stops moving
But I'll tell you a cool thing
You can go to the ground of the Micmac
You can get your kitty kat back!
Right here on my sleepaway camp
There's a burial ground where the soil is damp
Dig it up, and put in indigenous burial ground
Put in a kitty, and YOU GET YOUR KITTY!
Then take it to the underwater!
Take kitties underwater to live with you!
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The night is stormy and dark
Full moon is gonna make me bark
The creeps come out and we mash
Smell the stench of rotting hash
Are you afraid of the narc
He wanders up from the fog
He was very badly embalmed
He’ll always snitch on a witch
Who’s smoking weed from a ditch
Are you afraid of the narc?
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11. |
De-Hemption Song
03:14
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They took the headies from hades
Hotboxing graves to raise the dead
Wolfman singing of freedom
“Lay down your bong” is what he said.
See
Dro compels you
Overwhelms you and makes you kill again
De-hemption song. De-hemption song
In a moment of weakness
Injecting nug the Wolfman cries
The Wolfman now has the munchies
Consuming flesh of mummy kind
Dro compels you
Overwhelms you and makes you kill again
De-hemption song. De-hemption song
He gave up huffing the hemp fume
The weed asylum set him straight
But then again on a full moon
Huff the stuff in Terry’s vape.
Hear him howling
Hear him growling. detoxing in his cell
Dehemption song. Dehemption song.
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12. |
Hackety Axe
02:51
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