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Direct Hit! – Buried Alive lyrics
He's got a carcass in the basement
And it's high time he found a replacement
It'll be just like a first date, but better
It's the farthest that he's been from
A careful process for a quick completion
Cause the bomb's just a couple clicks from his suburb
So he doesn't have to please her
Just apply a kitchen towel soaked with ether
And sit her upright in the last car she'll ride in
Drag her inside bound with duct tape
Under his arm, like a baby or a pound cake
Set the knives out, put the IV inside her
It's gone on and on and on and on and on and on and on
But he's dried out his eyes, as he's buried alive
All the girls that he's met every season
Keeps a book, photographs, his victims in tact
So he can have a memory of it all
But the world's bound to end in a minute or ten
He knows routine's nothing but a shadow
And pasted shots of his kills are pointless frills, oh no
Because the bomb's just a couple clicks from his suburb
It's his last night, so he slows down
Takes a breath, doesn't have to sweat the cops now
But the practice is soon to leave him exhausted
And when he wakes up she's above him
Saying "Baby, let's go out enjoy the sunset -
It's the last time we'll get to enjoy it
And it's the farthest that we've been from
A careful process for a quick completion
Because the bomb's just a couple clicks from our suburb
It's not atrocious, we'll be sleeping
And the universe of course will end up weeping
On the staircase in the corner. So, sorry."
So the carcass in the basement
Became a whole lot more than a replacement
It became just like a first date, but better
So he dries out his eyes, as he buries alive
This doomed world that has seen its last season
And the book, photographs, his victims in tact
Won't leave a single memory of it all
Cause the world sees the end in a minute or ten
And the routine's just a fucking shadow
And all his shots of his kills were pointless frills, oh no
And it's high time he found a replacement
It'll be just like a first date, but better
It's the farthest that he's been from
A careful process for a quick completion
Cause the bomb's just a couple clicks from his suburb
So he doesn't have to please her
Just apply a kitchen towel soaked with ether
And sit her upright in the last car she'll ride in
Drag her inside bound with duct tape
Under his arm, like a baby or a pound cake
Set the knives out, put the IV inside her
It's gone on and on and on and on and on and on and on
But he's dried out his eyes, as he's buried alive
All the girls that he's met every season
Keeps a book, photographs, his victims in tact
So he can have a memory of it all
But the world's bound to end in a minute or ten
He knows routine's nothing but a shadow
And pasted shots of his kills are pointless frills, oh no
Because the bomb's just a couple clicks from his suburb
It's his last night, so he slows down
Takes a breath, doesn't have to sweat the cops now
But the practice is soon to leave him exhausted
And when he wakes up she's above him
Saying "Baby, let's go out enjoy the sunset -
It's the last time we'll get to enjoy it
And it's the farthest that we've been from
A careful process for a quick completion
Because the bomb's just a couple clicks from our suburb
It's not atrocious, we'll be sleeping
And the universe of course will end up weeping
On the staircase in the corner. So, sorry."
So the carcass in the basement
Became a whole lot more than a replacement
It became just like a first date, but better
So he dries out his eyes, as he buries alive
This doomed world that has seen its last season
And the book, photographs, his victims in tact
Won't leave a single memory of it all
Cause the world sees the end in a minute or ten
And the routine's just a fucking shadow
And all his shots of his kills were pointless frills, oh no
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