DeathTrap
I’m a devil. Picked out of natural selection
I’m a fatal infection like Republican elections
I’ve got a coffin that’s full of broken hearts
I’ve got a black guitar that I use to make my mark
You see, I never believed that someone up above was looking down at me
So I live to be free. If you’re the ball and chain then I’ll show you no mercy
I’m a deathtrap. A natural disaster.
If you want to have your heart broken then give me a call after
Because it’s too late for you to save yourself
If you want to salvage something then you better be ready for hell
I’m a Satanist and all I wear is black
I mix humor with the facts. Charisma, I don’t lack
I’m a player. I need a disclaimer
I’m a real heart breaker like a Dear John letter
You see, I never believed that someone down below was looking up at me
So I live to be free. If you’re the ball and chain then I’ll show you no mercy
I’m a deathtrap. A natural disaster.
If you want to have your heart broken then give me a call after
Because it’s too late for you to save yourself
If you want to salvage something then you better be ready for hell
You better run. That’s what you better do
You better run because I’m coming after you
You see, I never believed that someone right up here was looking straight at me
So I live to be free. If you’re the ball and chain then I’ll show you no mercy
I’m a deathtrap. A natural disaster.
If you want to have your heart broken then give me a call after
Because it’s too late for you to save yourself
If you want to salvage something then you better be ready for hell
I’m a deathtrap. A natural disaster.
If you want to have your heart broken then give me a call after
Because it’s too late for you to save yourself
If you want to salvage something then you better be for
You better be ready for … You better be ready for me
Mr. Policeman
Seems like every day now when I’m looking at my phone
I see another black man terrified and all alone
Standing in the streets only doing what he’s told
“Hands up! Don’t Shoot!” He’s about to get rolled
Doesn’t matter that the murder was captured on video
Seen by millions and played on all the TV shows
Nothing’s gonna happen, I promise, without fail
It’s easier to catch a pig than put a cop in jail
Mr. Policeman Policeman. Please don’t pull me over
Policeman Policeman. Please don’t pull me over
Policeman Policeman. You scare the fucking shit out of me
Now the racists will say that I’m talking out of school
That “Blue Lives” are a thing or that every cop is cool
But for every Policeman taking cats out of your tree
There’s Eric Garner screaming “I can’t breathe!”
People need to get informed. They need to get more angered.
Research Freddie Gray. Research Anna Chambers.
Know that they can rape you while you’re under their control
In 35 States it’s called the “Sex Loophole”
Mr. Policeman Policeman. Please don’t pull me over
Policeman Policeman. Please don’t pull me over
Policeman Policeman. You scare the fucking shit out of me
Now the stories that are spreading most of them are true
If you don’t believe they’re coming they’ll be coming after you
You may know your rights, unfortunately you’re wrong
So I took the time to look some facts up for this protest song
Only one percent will face indictment for their crimes
97 of 100 walk out every fucking time
It’s criminal behavior. It’s lethal use of power
A cop kills an American every seven hours
Mary Jane Kelly
It’s late at night, I stalk the streets and try to find
The right girl to cleanse my bloody knife
And to my delight out on the street walks my sweet Mary Jane Kelly
For her last night alive
She turns a trick. I promise that I’ll make it quick
The clock ticks. So do her last moments alive
Desire inspires me to kill. The fire, it burns for the thrill
Sometimes I think maybe I’ve got a problem
Sometimes I think maybe it’s just boredom
Sometimes I know I’ve got no place left to go
So unfortunately, it’s on with the show
Bloody bloody. That’s how I remember you looking up at me
Mary Kelly, they’ll never catch me but they’ll never forget you
Sometimes I think maybe I’ve got a problem
Sometimes I think maybe it’s just boredom
Sometimes I know I’ve got no place left to go
So unfortunately, it’s on with the show
Bank Heist Rock
Well, I don’t mean to celebrate
But I just robbed a fucking bank
And now I’m heading down the highway fast
And it looks like I’m running low on gas
But I got my cash, guitar, and gun
So I might as well go and have some fun
Well, she asked me why I was so late
I told her about robbing the bank
She said, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
I told her, “Baby don’t you worry now”
If there’s two things that I like to do
It’s get in trouble and dance with you
Well, my band they knew about the crime
Hell, they were with me at the time
Jonny was on crowd control
Ryan had eyes on the road
We fucked around
We robbed a bank
And then we hit the club and we rocked the place
10/31
Hear the sounds of the hallowed night
See skeletons in the moonlight
Zombies are lurking for brains
Tonight, the Vampires can’t be slayed
There’s a grave on the side of the road
With your name on a tomb and it’s etched in stone
But you’re walking around like it’s any other night
The evil in the air has brought you back to life
If I were to explain tonight’s horror so far
I wouldn’t even know where to start
So carve a pumpkin and dig a grave
Tonight’s the night when villains are made
It’s a 1 - 2 - 3 - 4
And we’ve opened the gates to Hell
It’s a 5 - 6 - 6 - 6
Call up the Grim Reaper as well
There’s horror, death, and violence
And everything in between
Because this is the night that we come alive
These are the lives we lead
It’s Halloween
Chainsaws involved with torture and death
Black cats in the moon’s silhouette
Werewolves howling is a battle cry
And teenage girls scream because they’re all gonna die
Raging fires as far as you can see
There’s nowhere to run
Nowhere to flee
So come to my lair and give a kiss to Daddy
I cut off his face for a trick not a treat
If I were to explain tonight’s horror so far
I wouldn’t even know where to start
So carve a pumpkin and dig a grave
Tonight’s the night when villains are made
It’s a 1 - 2 - 3 - 4
And we’ve opened the gates to Hell
It’s a 5 - 6 - 6 - 6
Call up the Grim Reaper as well
There’s horror, death, and violence
And everything in between
Because this is the night that we come alive
These are the lives we lead
It’s Halloween
This is the night, when evil no longer lurks in the shadows
The Good - tormented
The Wicked - celebrated
This is the most blasphemous night you have ever seen
It is the terror of Halloween
All songs written by James Louis Weber III, © Copyright 2019 Pretty People Music LLC