1. |
Nightmare
03:00
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When night is close and you're alone,
I make your whole world out of control.
Come and see my black and red room,
Come and watch your worst phobias come true,
I make your mind out of control
Hands under your bed,
Shadows on the walls,
And blood on the floor.
Among the dark woods,
Under the blood Moon,
Don't be afraid, babe.
I am your nightmare, now you can't wake up!
Pale face baby, get devil embrace.
Never can scape from this eternal trance.
Something above you has you paralyzed,
Some creepy new thing makes you hypnotized.
I make your mind out of control!
Hands under your bed,
Shadows on the walls,
And blood on the floor.
Among the dark woods,
Under the blood Moon,
Don't be afraid, babe.
I am your nightmare, now you can't wake up!
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2. |
Monsterparty Cathouse
02:50
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I know a place where the weirds and monsters meet,
Cash and Kilmister are always there to cheers,
Yeah, you're nor brave enough to be just different,
But we really love to see the way you cry and hate.
Come inside and transform even by sunlight,
Here it never rains and everything works so well.
Now forget about the school king of the dance,
Come on, let the monster-psycho invade your mind and heart.
In the Monsterparty Cathouse everything is messy,
Look out! For zombie boys your brain is delicacy,
When you turn your gaze Vampira bites your neck,
And while you madly dance the Werewolf tears your flesh!
No, we are not like you,
We will never be like you!
No, we are not like you,
We will never be like you!
Monsterparty Cathouse.
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3. |
Psychobilly Shot
02:38
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I come away home, feeling in the mood for action,
On the streets people stay without reaction.
But finally found that underground bar
Where bogey man invites me to spend the night.
Psychobilly Shot! Shot!
Psychobilly Shot! Shot!
Fuck the world, now I've got my Psychobilly Shot.
Psychobilly Shot! Shot!
Psychobilly Shot! Shot!
Fuck the world, now I've got my Psychobilly Shot.
That cool undead waiter is getting closer,
His terrifying smile, yeah, that has me trapped!
Pulled out the bottle, label with a skull,
And pour for me that creepy Psychobilly Shot.
Psychobilly Shot! Shot!
Psychobilly Shot! Shot!
Fuck the world, now I've got my Psychobilly Shot.
Psychobilly Shot! Shot!
Psychobilly Shot! Shot!
Fuck the world, now I've got my Psychobilly Shot.
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Quan camines per s'arena amb aquest manejar d'anca,
El dimoni se remena i jo m'he jeure de panxa,
Perquè si me jec d'esquena s'em banya com una barca.
Llavors pareix que...
Duc el dimoni dins jo,
Duc el dimoni dins jo,
Duc el dimoni dins jo,
Duc el dimoni dins jo.
Tenc oberta sa finestra per si un cas te peguen ganes,
D'aturar-te qualque vespre per tocarme be ses cames,
Tota sola em faig sa festa quan me peguen unes rampes.
Llavors pareix que...
Duc el dimoni dins jo,
Duc el dimoni dins jo,
Duc el dimoni dins jo,
Duc el dimoni dins jo.
Na, na, na, na, na, es ell que em crema,
(Dimoni!)
Na, na, na, na, na, es ell que em crema,
(Dimoni!)
Na, na, na, na, na, es ell que em crema,
(Dimoni!)
Na, na, na, na, na, es ell que em crema,
(Dimoni!)
Na, na, na, na, na, es ell que em crema.
Duc el dimoni dins jo,
Duc el dimoni dins jo,
Duc el dimoni dins jo,
Duc el dimoni dins jo.
Duc el dimoni dins jo.
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5. |
Fever (Cover)
04:10
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Never know how much I love you,
Never know how much I care,
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that's so hard to bear.
You give me fever.
When you kiss me,
Fever when you hold me tight,
Fever! in the morning,
Fever all through the night.
Sun lights up the daytime,
Moon lights up the night,
I light up when you call my name,
And you know I'm gonna treat you right.
Never know how much I love you,
Never know how much I care,
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that's so hard to bear.
You give me fever.
When you kiss me,
Fever when you hold me tight,
Fever! in the morning,
Fever all through the night...
Never know how much I love you,
Never know how much I care,
When you put your arms around me,
I get a fever that's so hard to bear.
You give me fever.
Never know how much I love you,
Never know how much I care,
I light up when you call my name,
And you know I'm gonna treat you right!
Everybody's got the fever,
Everybody's got the fever,
Everybody's got the fever,
What a lovely way to burn!
What a lovely way to burn.
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6. |
I Wanna B Bad
04:04
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Well, i feel all right,
Well, i feel all right,
Well, i feel all right, lets go out tonight.
Well, i feel all right, lets go out tonight.
When i was jus a child, my mama told me "Son",
When i was jus a child, my mama told me "Son",
"Be good tonight", and i said "No, i wanna be bad".
I'm bored to be so good,
I'm tired to be so kind,
Ia wanna be mean, it ain't a sin.
I'm gonna be mad, just wanna mess around.
Well, i feel all right,
Well, i feel all right,
Well, i feel all right, lets go out tonight.
Well, i feel all right, lets go out tonight.
I'll pick you up at 10,
Put your helmet on,
Wear those big black boots, want you join me now.
We'll gonna be bad, let's go out tonight.
Well, i feel all right,
Well, i feel all right,
Well, i feel all right, lets go ut tonight.
"Be good tonight", and i said "No, i wanna be bad".
I wanna be bad,
I wanna be bad,
I wanna be bad,
I wanna be bad...
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The Raters IB, Spain
Psychobilly band from Mallorca island.
Contact & merch orders 👉 theraters.psycho@gmail.com
Listen us also here:
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