Giddy Up
(Instrumental)
Dance With Me TonighT
Written by Scott Rogness/Richard Robert Elias
Published by Fox Film Music Corp./Careers-BMG Music Publishing, Inc. (BMI)
Originally By The Wonders
Come on pretty baby
Put your little hand in mine
Things are shaking on the dance floor
Everybody's feeling fine
Don't waste another minute
Step into the light
Come on and dance with me tonight
Tell your momma that we’re leaving
Tell your daddy that you’re gone
Tell everybody back in Denver
There's a party going on
Now move a little closer
Let me hold you tight
Come on and dance with me tonight
Come on
There's a party going on
Come on
We'll be rocking till the dawn
Come on
Let me sweep you off your feet
Come on pretty won't you dance with me
Dance with me
Dance with me
Tell your momma that you're leaving
Tell your daddy that we're gone
Tell everybody back in Philly
There's a party going on
Now move a little closer
Let me hold you tight
Come on and dance with me tonight
The Ghost
I woke up to the sound of a voice
It wasn’t mine and it wasn’t it a noise
Don’t ask me what it was
‘Cuz I will never know
I just know that I was in a horror picture show
At 2 AM I asked it to leave
By 3 AM it was begging, “Please!”
At 4 AM everything was fine
At first sunlight, the house was mine
(One! Two! Three! Four!)
This house isn’t big enough for both you and me
The first one to scream is the first one to leave
And I ain’t tapping out pal, it’s gonna be you
How do I know? ‘Cuz I’m the ghost...
Boo!
You’re not the first and you won’t be the last
I won’t let you take away my past
I’m here to stay, if you do that’s fine
But just understand this fucking house is mine!
(One! Two! Three! Four!)
This house isn’t big enough for both you and me
The first one to scream is the first one to leave
And I ain’t tapping out pal, it’s gonna be you
How do I know? ‘Cuz I’m the ghost...
This house isn’t big enough for both you and me
The first one to scream is the first one to bleed
And I ain’t tapping out pal, it’s gonna be you
How do I know? ‘Cuz I’m the ghost...
How do I know? ‘Cuz I’m the ghost...
How do I know? ‘Cuz I’m the ghost...
So fuck you!
Fear Fiends
Times change but not the fucking whack jobs
My Mom said that I was never wrong
Fuck facts! Man, that shit is all a con
Gimme gimme conspiracies they turn me on
Fear fiends scratching for our next itch
Don't care if I’m a fucking hypocrite
Just need something to believe in
Just not the timeline I’m living in
Give me all of it
I’ll take anything
Just need another fix
‘Cuz I’m a fear fiend
Give me the name and place of your supplier
Give me the name and place of your supplier
Give me the name and place of your supplier
You better hope he’s near
Because I’m addicted to fear
(Yeah … Uh-huh … Woo)
There’s real shit that we should be afraid of
Racist cops and politicians making laws
Kids in cages, man, the list goes on and on
But it’s not exciting like Q’Anon
I’m will sacrifice my life for this
Don’t know why. It serves me no benefit
I guess it gives me something to believe in
Fuck the reality I’m living in
Give me poison
I’ll take anything
Just need another lie
‘Cuz I’m a fear fiend
Give me the name and place of your supplier
Give me the name and place of your supplier
Give me the name and place of your supplier
You better hope he’s near
Because I’m addicted to fear
Working For the Morgue
I’ve walked these halls a thousand times
I’ve walked them all before
Stepping over rotten corpses scattered on the floor
I’ve asked myself a thousand times, “What is all of this for?”
But I keep on trekking on working for the morgue
If you asked me what is wrong with me I’d ask you the same thing
But I found a way to use my voice and it gives me songs to sing
So yeah, I’ve got a body count but I feel like a king
As long as I use this for good it can’t be the worst thing
I feel it in my beating heart I feel it in my blood
I feel it in this butcher knife
I feel it in these guns
Despite all the trauma, the fear, and the pain
I feel it in the wind, the fire, the dirt, and the rain
If you could paint a masterpiece, would you paint it in blood?
Well, I paint mine with sweat and tears as I was taught you should
If you were forced to face your fears, do you think that you could?
Well, that’s what I do for a job so I know that I would
If you asked me what it is I feel it’s that I might be right
Using ultra-violence to bring the truth to light
So I try to focus on my work and be a decent guy
Despite how hard I try
Somebody always dies
I feel it in my beating heart I feel it in my blood
I feel it in this chainsaw
I feel it in these guns
Despite all the trauma, the fear, and the pain
I feel it in the wind, the fire, the dirt, and the rain
I feel it in my beating heart I feel it in my lungs
I feel it in this ski mask
I feel it in these guns
Despite all the trauma, the fear, and the pain
I feel it in the wind, the fire, the dirt, and the rain
I feel it in the wind, the fire, the dirt, and the rain
It Burns
I’ve got one more left in me and then I’m handing in my keys
So I can join society
I’ll give this all I’ve got since this is my last shot
Hell, maybe I could pull this off
You gave up on me
I gave up on you
Now I’m stuck in the fire
With no way to get through
“How could you quit?”
After all that you’ve learned
You want to know why?
Because it fucking burns
It burns
But it lights the way and keeps me warm It’s warm
The fire of failure, man . . .
It fucking burns
Oh, who am I kidding?
You can’t get the best of me
I’ve been burned down but I’m still standing
So I’m not moving on
This is just another song
That I’ll keep playing on
And I’ll keep playing on
And I’ll keep playing on
You gave up on me
But I won’t give up on you
I’m stuck in the fire
But I’ll find my way through
I’ll never give up after all that I’ve earned
You want to know why?
Because it fucking burns
It burns
But it lights the way and keeps me warm
It’s warm
The fire of failure, man . . .
It fucking burns
It burns
But I’ve always liked the heat
It’s warm
It’s warm
The fire of failure, man . . .
It fucking burns
The Pistoleros
(Instrumental)
All songs written by James Louis Weber III, © Copyright 2020 Pretty People Music LLC
Except “Dance With Me Tonight” written by Scott Rogness/Richard Robert Elias.