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Bang Bang Baby

by Cheetah Whores

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I knew a bad little girl She did a loose little thing Wore her hair in a curl Never fit a wedding ring But that mama she sure could shake Never met a heart she couldn’t break All the boys tried to ring her bell Not a tramp just born to raise hell She was rock and roll – a legend they said And you can’t love the living dead Living dead… Living dead… Living dead! I knew a bad little girl She didn’t care about the rent Wore her hair in a curl Nothing saved, always spent But that mama she sure could shake Never met a heart she couldn’t break All the boys tried to ring her bell Not a tramp just born to raise hell She was rock and roll – a legend they said And you can’t love the living dead Living dead… Living dead… Living dead! I knew a bad little girl She didn’t want to be saved Wore her hair in a curl Burnt every bridge she had made But that mama she sure could shake Never met a heart she couldn’t break All the boys tried to ring her bell Not a tramp just born to raise hell She was rock and roll – a legend they said And you can’t love the living dead Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien © 2010
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I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. get inside I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. take a ride Itty bitty, pretty kitty let’s go out and prowl the city Do you wanna be my cat? Do you wanna be my cat? I’m a Cheetah Whore can you run with that? I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. jukebox dime I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. a good time Itty bitty, pretty kitty let’s go out and prowl the city Do you wanna be my cat? Do you wanna be my cat? I’m a Cheetah Whore can you run with that? Yeah! So I will pounce, I will pounce, I will pounce with every, every ounce. I will pounce, I will pounce, I will pounce with every, every ounce.. Let’s go! I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. such a gas I’m a hot rod hell kitten.. I’m so fast Itty bitty, pretty kitty let’s go out and prowl the city Do you wanna be my cat? Do you wanna be my cat? I’m a Cheetah Whore can you run with that? Yeah! I wanna ride, I wanna ride, I wanna ride with you.. you this time. I wanna ride, I wanna ride, I wanna ride with you.. you this time. Let’s go! Do you wanna be my cat? Do you wanna be my cat? Do you wanna be my cat? Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien © 2010
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Sharktopus 02:49
There’s a creep show creature with a double feature A freakish beast wants flesh to feast A twisted fish eats surfers as a side dish When you see the frenzied feeding you will be the next bleeding Sharktopus won’t be kept at bay And you can never ever ever get away So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout He’ll getcha baby without a doubt Come on There’s a red sky this morning so sailors take warning Ride the wave of terror if you dare Fear runs deep when there's souls to reap When the tentacles do tangle you will be in a strangle Sharktopus won’t be kept at bay And you can never ever ever get away So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout He’ll getcha baby without a doubt So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout He’ll getcha baby without a doubt Come on There’s an evil down beneath with razor sharp teeth In the water lightly tread or you will be dead Fear runs deep when there's souls to reap There is a calamity comin’ and from the beach you will be running Sharktopus won’t be kept at bay And you can never ever ever get away So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout He’ll getcha baby without a doubt So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout He’ll getcha baby without a doubt So swim on over don’t ya scream and shout He’ll getcha baby without a doubt Come on Come on Come on Cheetah Whores Copyright 2010
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Sha Na Na Na 03:22
This is the song thrown on the floor This is the song thrown out the door With empty bottles and Salvation Army clothes and the things we didn’t want anymore It went like this Hey Sha na na na nananana Then the guitar came in lake that, maybe not Sha na na na and every note I forgot when the chord changed with discord At the bridge we broke out and we sang Hey Shan na na na na na na na na.. And that was the chorus that is not a love song about my broke heart I still can’t figure out how this song will start Who is that girl on your floor? That Bitch I kicked out the door With a suitcase and Salvation for the Cheetah Whores And the shit I couldn’t take anymore It went like this Hey Sha na na na nananana Then the guitar came in like That Hey Sha na na na nananana… Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien © 2010
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No doubt red shoes will get stuck Bony ankles caught in Mississippi muck Silver buckle on a patent leather, caked No reflection can signal a mistake Clammy palms clapping a silent beat Pumping pulse of fiercely stomping feet Bang bang baby with a gun Bang bang baby kills for fun Bang bang baby they are dead Bang bang baby sees only red Knees locked in sludge I can’t stop sinking Ready set go, I’m still thinking Grasping rock, grabbing the melted ground Electric Star chariots against the sound Race chase the bubble behind the shade Capture the moment, close the curtain I made Bang bang baby with a gun Bang bang baby kills for fun Bang bang baby she’s blood red Pillowed impressions black raccoon eyes Mascara runs and ruins her disguise Hot breath burns the nape of the neck Dig your toes in, brace for the wreck Waking with nothing, suffocating on sleep Dreams stale abyss chokes the vapid deep Bang bang baby throw down the gun Bang bang baby the job is done Bang bang baby bring back the dead Bang bang baby get out of my head Resurrected pink pavement chewing gum I want you under dirt, not under my thumb Lying there in the Garden of Eden Count all the apples you have eaten Naked under white bed sheets soaked The victims weren’t shot, they got choked Bang bang baby on the run Bang bang baby had a gun Bang bang baby just drop dead Bang bang baby get out of my head Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien © 2010
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You’re not my boyfriend now because I hate you So you can have your air guitar You’re drinking gin martinis every night now Football radio playing in your car You think that mustache makes you look cool Let me tell you the mirror sees a fool You probably had that stupid freakin’ mustache since '75 That century’s over say goodbye (Chorus) I don’t care I don’t mind a bit Never really liked you that much You treat me like shit! Yeah yeah yeah yeah!! Yeah yeah yeah yeah!! Caught you acting a fool on New Year’s day Didn’t make a fuss or fade away Guilty crazy guilty you need somebody to blame All my friends just think you’re really lame (Chorus) So go watch your football every day now Drink your gin martinis in your car You’re probably drinking gin right now and wondering why you can’t get laid Nobody would touch you unless they got paid (Chorus) Old acquaintance you will be forgot Tangled in the vine of forget me not… Someday the truth will grow like a weed And make it hard for you to breathe (Chorus) Old acquaintance be forgot Old acquaintance be forgot Old acquaintance be forgot You will be forgot/You treat me like shit.. Meg Austin Cheetah Whores © 2010
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Morning broke the bottle I kept Emptiness took the place you slept Heavy pours and cigarettes burn And the memories still return We are what we are.. Demigods of the dive bar Remember kissing whiskey lips Chasing each thought with scotch rocks sips Drowning in a highball with ice Drown my sorrow not once, but twice We are what we are.. Demigods of the dive bar Johnny Walker Red fades to black Lost behind jaundiced eyes and Jack Wasted on cheap conversation Money spent on fornication We are what we are.. Demigods of the dive bar Smoke rings float up around my face Halos are gone without a trace There is no future, this is last call Bartender, please make me a tall We are what we are.. Demigods of the dive bar Lyrics by Elizabeth Ann O’Brien © 2010
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Bat Cancer 05:23
I've got Bat Cancer. Flapping flappin flying like a vampire bat. I've got Bat Cancer, flying in the night - I can't catch no bugs. Bat Cancer! na na na na na Bat Cancer! na na na na na Bat Cancer! na na na na na Bat Cancer! na na na ... na I've got Bat Cancer, flying in the night I can't see my hand, I love you you give me bat cancer, I wish I was a rain forest bat! Bat cancer! na na na na na Bat cancer! na na na na na Bat cancer! na na na na na Bat cancer! na na na na na Froot Bat , Froot Bat, Froot Bat Froot Bat - BIG BAT! Froot Bat, oh, Froot Bat, Froot Bat Froot Bat Big BAT! oooooooo ooooooooo oooooooo ooooooooooooooo Don't wanna get stuck in a shoe again, Don't wanna whacked by a broom no more, Don't wanna get stuck on a fly-strip again, Don't wanna be tested for rabies no more, Don't wanna get stuck in a cold fridge again, Don't wanna hang upside down no more..... In a cave again (In a cave again - oohhhh) na na nas (a lot) I've got Bat Cancer! Flyin in the night I can't catch no bugs. I love you, you give me Bat Cancer! I wish I was a much bigger bat! Bat Cancer! na na na na na Bat Cancer! na na na na na Bat Cancer! na na na na na BAT CANCER!!!! na na na na na nAH.
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released September 24, 2010

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