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The Man From Paris
03:42
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I moved from Paris
to Minneapolis
to escape the war
I've set up shop
under the big top
where I will soar
Now I've got secret
Yes I've got secret
Darkness dwells in me
Delightfully twisted
and full of hatred
I will never be free
The wicked, the evil, with razors, and sickles
The saints, the angels, with halos, and heroes
All Rage inside, my mind
A knife Thrower by day
A killer I’d say
To hell I am bound
You don’t need worry
My memory isn’t blurry
You'll be safe and sound
For the throats I’ve taken
We're bound for damnation
and I am always so careful
So please don’t fear
Don’t shed a tear
Unless you’re one of the Dreadful
The wicked, the evil, with razors, and sickles
The saints, the angels, with halos, and heroes
All Rage inside, my mind
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Stella had a heart made of gold
As beautiful as a centerfold
She worked the corner of 5th and 3rd
It took me a month to speak a word, to her
Stella was the best in all of Montreal
I paid her to go dancing at the ball
We fell in love straight away
I could call on her everyday
Stella, Oh Stella
I will buy your love
Stella, Oh Stella
I will take you away
I told Stella of my plan
But she feared for the wrath of her man
She tried to leave once before
He took her eye to settle the score
Stella, Oh Stella
I will buy your love
Stella, Oh Stella
I will take you away
I found her pimp across town
and with my knife I took him down
Now Stella was free to be my love
Now Stella was free to be my love
Stella, Oh Stella
I have won your love
Stella, Oh Stella
We can run away
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3. |
The Filth
03:03
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There’s filth…building inside of me
Heavy hangs the heart of the lonely
Sitting waiting for her love to come
Regretting the lost of her one and only
She is wallowing in her lonesome
I can fix what makes her broken
I can make her one the forgotten
There’s filth…growing inside of me
Guilt drowns the heart of the sinner
Laying awake in his bed at night
His decisions are wearing him thinner
He cant decide what’s wrong or right
I can fix what makes him broken
I can make him one the forgotten
There’s filth…seeded inside of me
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4. |
Richard the Coal Miner
03:12
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After I started working the mine
My life has been on a decline
I wish I had the strength to desert
But my lungs are filled with dirt
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse
They give me a new boss with a curse
He’s the lowest of all management
you would swear from hell he was sent
One day he pushed me too hard
He had no time to put up his guard
I raised my pickax up real high
And plummeted it down into is eye
I was filled with the new feeling
It was something my life was missing
I pushed him into a dark hole
And for the last time I shoveled coal
One day he pushed me to hard
He had no time to put up his guard
I raised my pickax up real high
And plummeted it down into is eye
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5. |
Hang Me
03:17
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So hang me, string me up, Snap my neck
Send me down into my lover’s arms
My lover he lives in a cage
He was sent there for his rage
I saw him on the daily news
He is the one I will choose
It started with lovers’ notes
Sealed with beautiful quotes
I quickly won his affections
Without any single objections
So please my lovely dagger
Send me to him faster
Into your arms I will go
Down, down, down below
So hang me, string me up, Snap my neck
Send me down into my lover’s arms
Everyday I get are threats
I don’t have one single regret
I didn’t even hold my breath
Even when he was sentence to death
So please my lovely dagger
Send me to him faster
Into your arms I will go
Down, down, down below
So hang me, string me up, Snap my neck
Send me down into my lover’s arms
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6. |
The Butcher
01:47
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Blood washes off easier then oil
To clean the meat from your bones
You just need a pot set to boil
Knifes, saws, hammers, and nails
I shall break you down
and stuff you in barrels
Got a good old fashioned pit
With some wood and gas
your clothes will burn when lit
Forget your boss, forget your friends
There's nothing left of you
except for some odds and ends
They call me the butcher that's what I am
They call me the butcher that's what I am
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7. |
The Soldier
02:54
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I've got a girl at home that wrote me a letter
Telling that when I get home it will be better
But I' don't think i will come home at all
I wont live to take her to our town hall
Drafted at eighteen and sent off to war
to fight In the trenches on a foreign shore
I have killed so many honest men
Please help me father to pray again
Up in my tower I sit alone
waiting to shoot them down
I sit upon a lonely thrown
With my broken bloodied crown
I've cried my self to sleep countless nights
remembering faces that fell into my sights
Fathers and brothers with sisters and wives
I know I have taken way to many lives
Up in my tower I sit alone
waiting shoot them down
I sit upon a lonely thrown
With my broken bloodied crown
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No one should know what I've done
No one should know what I've done
Bury me in an unmarked grave
Bury me in an unmarked grave
No one should know where I am
No one should know where I am
Bury me in an unmarked grave
Bury me in an unmarked grave
No one should what I am
No one should what I am
Bury me in an unmarked grave
Bury me in an unmarked grave
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El Le Faunt & His Traveling Circus Minneapolis, Minnesota
El Le Faunt & His Traveling Circus is a band from Minneapolis, Minnesota created by Thomas Maddux.
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