Pretty cool video of Rob Zombie performing American Witch at a concert. He ends up walking right out into the crowd. Sadly, he would probably get attacked if he did this at most of the concerts I have been to. Too many drunken idiots. (myself included)
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
The Vapours turned into a one-hit wonder after the debut of their song called “Turning Japanese”, which hit number 3 in the UK in 1979.
Where are they now?
Dave Fenton is a music business lawyer, Ed Bazalgette makes history programs for the BBC, another one has a big job in the PRS where songwriters get there royalty cheques from. (unconfirmed)
Song Lyrics
Cowboy…cowboy…
Well I’m packing up my game and I’m a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flynt
Buy an old droptop, find a spot to pimp
Then I’m a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin’ chillin’ the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Zip to Tijuana, I wanna roam
Find motown and tell them fools come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of Four Seasons
Kid Rock and I’m the real McCoy
And I’m headin’ out west sucker…because I wanna be a
Cowboy, baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin’ with the Boone’s Wine
I wanna be a cowboy baby
Ridin’ at night ’cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
I bet you’ll hear my whistle blowin’ when my train rolls in
It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I’m just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rights
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right then I’m gonna make my bid, boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin’ with the Boone’s Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin’ at night ’cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Yeah…Kid Rock…you can call me Tex
Rollin’ Sunset Blvd with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimmy in a ‘vette, rolled down my glass
And said, “Yeah, this dick fit right in your ass”
No kiddin’, gun slingin’, spurs hittin’ the floor
Call me Hoss, I’m the Boss, with the sauce n’ the whores
No remorse for the sheriff, in his eyes I ain’t right
I’m a paint his town red, then paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can’t make us
Why they wanna pick on me…lock me up and snort away my key
I ain’t no G, I’m just a regular failure
I ain’t straight outta Compton I’m straight outta the trailer
Cuss like a sailor…drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, “Suck My Dick.”
I’m flickin’ my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin’ until it falls into motion
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Ridin’ at night ’cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine
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