Tekst piosenki "Dad Dreams" - Impetigo

Dad Dreams

Dear Uncle Creepy, it's been years
Morbid fantasy exterminate my childhood fears
Some of the crap that's out these days
Is such a bore to me!
Dear Uncle Creepy
The shit they call "horror" in the comic store
Nobody's got that style anymore!
Pre-code classics provide the chills
This high-tech bullshit never will!
As far as movies are concerned.
There's plenty out that should be burned
The horror's gone, big budget's here
Whatever happened to the meaning of FEAR????
Dear Uncle Creepy, it's a crying shame
The "terror" of the 80's is so fucking LAME!!
Whatever happened to the good ol' days
Has you and Cousin Eerie turning in your graves!

Inne teksty tego wykonawcy:

Bloody Pit of Horror	Boneyard
Breakfast at Manchester Morgue	Cannibal Lust
Cannibale Ballet	Dad Dreams
Dear Uncle Creepy	Defiling the Grave
Dis Organ Ized	Harbinger of Death
I Work for the Streetcleaner	Intense Mortification
Mortado	Mortuaria
Red Wigglers	Staph Terrorist
The Revenge of the Scabby Man	Trap Them and Kill Them
Unadulterated Brutality	Whos Fucking Who
Wizard of Gore	Zombie

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