It's a hellish place to be, she laughed, as I cut out her eyes,
Her fingerfucked convulsions now the rhythm of demise,
Her cackles bounced against the wall, the carapace now dry,
Our hallowed home, the hollow bole of giant dragonfly
(Chorus)
Monster Party, all night long,
Monster Party, whoa-oh-hoh-hoh hoh ho
Monster Party, all night long,
Monster Party, all night long
That tree ain't smilin' anymore, his teeth are broken stumps,
Pus and pudding supperwise, she couldn't stand the lumps,
A bag of bones, two broken noses, my old baseball bat,
The pumpkin dancer's mausoleum, gore-stained welcome mat,
(Breakdown)
It's a hellish place to be, she laughed, as I cut out her eyes,
Her fingerfucked convulsions now the rhythm of demise,
A bag of bones, two broken noses, my old baseball bat,
The pumpkin dancer's mausoleum, gore-stained welcome mat,
well, aside from that our saucy rhythm guitarist (Christian deMise) moonlights with Brutal Youth as its schizophrenically-pacing vocalist, both bands are fucking awesome. Melodic hardcore at its best. The Satans