Awakening - track oneawakening: now it beginsLate one night in a cemetary,down in New England,the earth it groaned and the wind it moaned,and the crypts all fell open.Out of the night came a horrible scream,from the throat of something dead,down in the church the old preacher freaked,as the holy water turned blood red.ch:No place to hide, ain't nowhere to run,you're all gonna die, before the killin's done,before the rising sun.First thing th' townsfolk knew about it,they found ol' Jonah dead,found his body in an alleyway,but they never even found his head.Sally Gannon died in the kitchen,makin' dinner for husband Burt,he got his 'bout half an hour later,Just a-walkin' home from work.ch:No place to hide, ain't nowhere to run,you're all gonna die, before the killin's done,before the rising sun.Local priest took a crucifix and he went out into the night,took a lil' vial of holy water too, 'cuz he wanted to do it up right,found his body on the cemetery fence, with his head poi
Arrival - track twoarrival: the killer pulls inEarly this morning, I was gearing down, gearing downFound me a gas station, right up on the edge of townBut I don't understand, where the hell's the clerk, man?There ain't another soul around.Well, I filled my tank and took the register's cashThen I headed downtown, gonna get some eggs and hashBut I had to cook it, 'fore I could chow downThere ain't another soul around After I'd eaten, I fired up my hogThought I'd find the cop shop, or a local lawdogBut no speed traps today, not a cop to be foundThere ain't another soul around.fadeComment:Gee - with all the other problems the out-of-luck inhabitants of Pilgrim's Pride have to deal with, now we get to add some hardcore biker type to the mix.I mean, what the hell's this guy doing riding backroads, huh? Only one logical reason to be avoiding the interstate that I can think of...Heat.He's runnin' from (or to) trouble, no doubt, with his saddlebags full of firepo
Haiku to a catI can not kill you,You make it hard to love you,Maybe I pull tail?
Haipuke 5-7-5Mom, am I ugly?Barf! retch! ralph! heave! spew! blow chunks!Regurgitate! oh...
Social life - or deathI can hear the music half a block away, over the sound of my Hog's motor.I pull in, grinning, park the Hog and head inside. Usual patch house party, one full patch (other than myself), a probate and a prospect, several ladies and a boatload of booze and goodies.I nod to the brothers and head through the kitchen into the bathroom. I push open the door to find a woman standing in the middle of the room, cryin' like a five year old - and I really, really have to piss.So I ask, though I ain't really interested in if her boyfriend loves her or not, "Honey, what's the problem?"She says, "They're going to rape me." But she says it all teary and snotty and nose runny.And I really, really, really have to piss.I tell her, "Honey, I'm a full patch Mean & Nasty and there's three other Mean & Nasties out in the living room. No body's going to rape you with us around, you're as safe here as you'd be wrapped in your Momma's arms.