Gorehound

(início)

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She's always asking why I like watching people die,
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and why I get my kicks while others scream and cry.
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And my friends think that I'm sick, or maybe uneducated.
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And my family doesn't want to admit that they are related.
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Now monsters and madmen who rape and mutilate
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are perfect entertainment when I take her on a date.
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You can shove your sparkly vampires and family comedies,
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give me blood and beasts and boobs; them sacred triple Bs.
Prechorus
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Don't ask me why,
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cause I don't know.
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Don't close your eyes;
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enjoy the show.
Chorus
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Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound, horror movie lover.
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I like my voyeurism with a glass of red rum.
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Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound horror movie lover.
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Good and evil are just colors on the spectrum.
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One, two, three, four - nail her to the bedroom floor.
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Five, six, seven, eight - rape and kill and mutilate.
Verse 2
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Now who could kill a child? Whoever slew Auntie Roo?
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Someone's knocking at the door they're here to visit you.
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Now baby don't look now, but I'm sure there's nothing out there,
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but horror rises from the tomb and traps you in your nightmare.
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Now girlfriend come with me to a land of make believe.
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Or is it based on facts? It turns me on when I should grieve.
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You say my head is fucked, with a dark and twisted heart.
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Well I say that it's cathartic; just another form of art.
Prechorus
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Don't ask me why,
                Bm
cause I don't know.
                 G
Don't close your eyes;
            F#
enjoy the show.
Chorus
             G           D         F#           Bm
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound, horror movie lover.
   G            D           F#
I like my voyeurism with a glass of red rum.
             G           D         F#           Bm
Cause I'm a gorehound, hellbound horror movie lover.
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Good and evil are just colors on the spectrum.