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It's Not Who You Come With, It's Who Takes You Home

by The Mary Lous

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1.
Everything I do is terrible. Everything I do is terrible. My life sucks, and I want to die, and I cry so much I can't even cry. Everything I do is terrible. Everything I make it fucking blows. Everything I create it fucking blows. When you work so hard and you bleed for your art, and it looks like shit and rips out your heart. Everything I do is terrible. Don't listen to our songs they fucking suck. Don't listen to our songs they fucking suck. There are much better uses of your time, like paying your bills or waiting on line at the DMV, it's better than listening to me. I can't believe you're still listening to this song. You and I both know it's gone on far too long. Maybe your life sucks too and you wanna die, and you cry so much you can't even cry. And your rent is due, and you hate your job, and you need an excuse not to call your mom. Cause she just gonna tell you how your "brother is great" and "why don't you have a baby or even a date?" and "maybe if you just took that shit out of your face, you could get a real job cause art is a waste" and "you should lay off the sweets, cause you've GAINED some weight" or "maybe go back to church cause you could use some faith." AND FUCK OFF UNKNOWN NUMBER, I KNOW IT CAN WAIT. I don't have your money you stupid, piece of shit, cock sucking bill collector. Everything I do is terrible. Sitting here in mediocrity. Everyone's life kinda sucks the same, so what's the use of crying what's there to gain. So join me, and sing this annoying refrain. EVERYBODY Everything we do is terrible. Everything we do is terrible. Our lives suck, and we want to die, and we cry so much we can't even cry. Everything we do is terrible.
2.
My head is filled with nothing but loose change. A penny for your thoughts cause you see mine are too deranged And it's strange, the things you find in there when you're digging with an axe. This headache has me seeing red, but I just need to relax. When my brain falls out. There's a vacancy that shouldn't be, between my ears, it's plain to see. When my brain falls out. Cause you're not you when I'm not me, I see things so much differently. When my brain falls out. My skull is split, let's grab a beer, cause I haven't felt this great in years. When my brain falls out There's not more static in my head. No more thoughts of doubt or dread. And life's much better when you're dead. When my brain falls out. My head is filled with nothing but loose change. If I had a dime for every time I went utterly insane. I've tried to keep an open mind, and now it's lying on the floor. But now it's gone, I've said so long I don't need you anymore. When my brain falls out. Tumbling out and dripping down, packed it's bags, moved across town. When my brain falls out. Missing it but I'm feeling fine, I found myself when I lost my mind. When my brain falls out. No more crying, no more tears, no more head trips, no more fears. When my brain falls out There's not more static in my head. No more thoughts of doubt or dread. And life's much better when you're dead. When my brain falls out.
3.
It was a sunny day when I brought flowers to your grave. And you appeared to me a vision had never been so lovely. My heart in my throat, when you spoke I couldn’t breath. But to feel you in my arms again. A burning effigy, flying from your laboratory landing in the sea. But you weren’t lost to me. Not lost to me. A date at the carnival but the carney guy is giving you a hard time, about that prize. And no I don’t care about some fucking elephant why is your face melting off My heart in my throat, when you spoke I couldn’t breath. But to feel you in my arms again. A burning effigy, flying from your laboratory landing in the sea. But you weren’t lost to me. Not lost to me. You walked away from me. I chased you through the streets. When you appeared to me a vision had never been so lovely.
4.
Cavities 04:58
It was a chilly autumn night, you showed up at my door. All trick and no treat, I should have seen this before. You knew that sweetness was my weakness, so I begged you for more. Now my teeth are scattered over the floor. My teeth are shattered over the floor. You give me cavities. Ya leave me rotten and mean. You're like a razor blade apple on Halloween. You leave me broken and weak, Sometimes I can't even speak. Your sugar spread just like a disease. Now I'm stuck with all these cavities. And all your words tasted like candy, but they soured inside. And my lips are chapped from all the salty tears that I've cried. Now my gums are black as licorice, Teeth stacked in a pile, But I'd do anything to see you smile. I'd still do anything to see ya smile. You give me cavities. Ya leave me rotten and mean. You're like a razor blade apple on Halloween. You leave me broken and weak, Sometimes I can't even speak. Your sugar spread just like a disease. Now I'm stuck with all these cavities. Your face sparkles like diamonds when there's tears in your eyes, but it was lackluster and empty on the day that I died. Your lips parted so sweetly for a tender goodbye, But that was only the beginning of the rest of my life. Now my mouth is just a graveyard for your promises and lies. I bet you never thought again that you would see me alive. But here I am as sick and gnarled as the roots of a tree. And babe, you've never seen a monster quite as pretty as me. All these cavities they've left me rotten and mean, Collecting teeth like candy souvenirs on All Hallow's Eve. You left me broken and weak, How's this for trick 'r' treat, I'll make your gums bleed from every single word that I speak. And all these cavities they left me wanting and torn, rotting holes inside my mouth that leave me begging for more. This infection turned obsession left me sick to the core. Your sugar spread just like a disease. Now I'm stuck with all these cavities. Sitting pretty with your memories. And I do anything to see you bleed.
5.
Ever since the day I died. I've had one thing on my mind. It's not a craving for your flesh. Something more sinister, I guess. No need to be afraid. I'm not all that depraved. Even though I may be dead. I don't wanna eat your head. There's only one thing that I need. And I really need to feed. I've gotta quench these hunger pangs. I need something even better than brains. What's better than brains? Dead Girls, Dead Girls, Don't say no to donuts. Dead Girls, Dead Girls, Don't say no to donuts. I know I may seem pretty scary. My skin is falling off and I'm covered in more blood than Carrie. I know we're on our way to the cemetery, but I could really go for a Boston Cream or a Strawberry. Dead Girls, Dead Girls, Don't say no to donuts. Dead Girls, Dead Girls, Don't say no to donuts. I wonder if we burn any calories Lumbering around and chasing after human beings. So baby please just keep believin' those tasty sweetbreads are all I need, so stop your screamin'! Dead Girls, Dead Girls, Don't say no to donuts. Dead Girls, Dead Girls, Don't say no to donuts.
6.
Bum Bum Bum doo-wop-a-doo-wop-a-doo-ooo. Boy, you know I love you, and I wanna be your wife. But I saw you messing around, last night, it didn't seem right. You were kissing on another girl, and she followed you home. So on this day, our wedding day, I gotta make sure that I'm your one and only. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Good thing this church is next to a cemetery. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Here comes the bride all dressed in white. Isn't she just quite a sight. Mascara running from her eyes. How could you ever make her cry? Baby I love you, yes it's true. We'll make an honest man of you And when I slit your throat you'll see. That you're the only boy for me. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Good thing this church is next to a cemetery. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Something old and something new, you're two-timing and I'm through. Something borrowed, something blue, there's not much else left to do. My mother's dress, your tired ways. My brand new ring, your cheatin' gaze. Your severed head served on a plate. Your big, blue eyes ripped from your face. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Good thing this church is next to a cemetery. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. You said you'd love me all my life, and I would always be your wife. So now in death I'll make you see, that you're the only boy for me. Baby I love you now you'll know, just how far that I would go, to keep you always in my heart death is just another start. Death is just another start. Forever in my heart. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Good thing this church is next to a cemetery. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. My mama said true love can be pretty scary. Going to the chapel and we're gonna get buried. I do.
7.
There's a little town full of people living little lives. Full of coffee breath dripping secrets thick as cherry pie. The best you'd ever have they say, hell you should give it a try. Amongst the town's little secrets little Laura Palmer died. Little Laura Palmer died. Diane, the time's 11:30 date is February 24. Diane, I know it's early, I have a funny feeling something's off. This town just isn't what it seems, a picturesque american dream. She was only just 16. She was only just 16. And the owls are not what they seem. He came to me in a dream. There's a man in a smiling bag. And fire walk with me. Fire walk with me. In a chevron room, reddish curtains, there dwells a man inside. But he speaks in riddles, is he the key to how tragic Laura died? What does any of this mean? Where's the giant from my dream? Meanwhile, nothing's as it seems... Meanwhile. I'll see you 25 years later, that was what the dead girl said. Without chemicals he points, and Audrey Horne is in my head. One Eyed Jack's could be to blame, has Leland finally gone insane. The woods are wondrous and strange. The woods are wondrous and strange. And the owls are not what they seem. He came to me in a dream. There's a man in a smiling bag. And fire walk with me. Fire walk with me. Coffee black as midnight on a moonless night. Coffee black as midnight on a moonless night. The trees will whisper secrets to the satellites. Her eyes are black as midnight on a moonless night. And the owls are not what they seem. He came to me in a dream. There's a man in a smiling bag. And fire walk with me. Through the darkness of future's past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds... "Fire... walk with me." Fire walk with me
8.
When blinking feels like shards of glass and every little eyelash feels like rusty knives across my skin. Now my lips are cracked and bleeding. The anger stains my teeth. These fissures line my mouth there's one for every little lie. My jaw is propped on hinges. I'm a puppet for your sins, I'm parroting these words but they were never really mine. Ventriloquist, sealed with a kiss I find it hard to reminisce. When all my joints are rusted drowning in the storms behind your eyes. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. Sick porcelain. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. Sick porcelain. Your voice gets caught up in my throat. I push it down I start to choked. Spitting blood and splinters, broken glass and hope. My eyes are cold, my body's numb, and this is your idea of fun. Even when you cut the strings, I have no strength to run. The sadness lingers on my breath but there are some things worse than death like being trapped inside a memory you haven't left yet. Ventriloquist. Things seem amiss. I find it hard to just dismiss. My paint is chipped and peeling burning in the stars behind your eyes. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. Sick porcelain. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. Sick porcelain. Inside this box it's hard to see that there is so much I could be in a time and place there never was a you and me. I'm not a mouthpiece for your guise, a figurehead for your demise ventriloquist you're fading, rotting underneath a bed of flies. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. Sick porcelain. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. Sick porcelain. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. Sick porcelain. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick. Sick porcelain.
9.
It's Saturday night, I'm home alone, no one's blowing up my telephone the perfect night to give myself a scare. (wooOOOoooOOoo) I see you on the tv screen, blood in your hair, your eyes a gleam. Hail to the king, and baby I'm your queen. I wish Bruce Campbell was my boyfriend. Fighting those demons from Evil Dead. I wish Bruce Campbell was my boyfriend. I think he's even cute in Bubba Ho-Tep. I'll be dead by dawn from loneliness. All I ask is just one kiss, before the woods awake and play tonight. Pass me a boomstick and some lead we'll BLAST those deadites in the head. Your chainsaw revs and I quiver when you said.... Groovy. I wish Bruce Campbell was my boyfriend. Those hellish armies wouldn't stand a chance. And if Bruce Campbell was my boyfriend, a cabin in the woods would spark a romance He's Handsome. So moody. My favorite scary movie, I could just stay up all night and watch. That horror star physique. That chin that makes me weak. My heart explodes and I can not speak OH Bruce Campbell please marry me! I wish Bruce Campbell was my boyfriend, but there's a thousand girls out there like me. I wish Bruce Campbell was my boyfriend, But I doubt he'll ever even notice me. (awwwww) I wish Bruce Campbell was my boyfriend, but I still have Saturdays with my TV, and I'll snuggle kitties and eat ice cream and shop at S-Mart with Ash... In my dreams. Please notice me.
10.
Mary Lou 03:06
1957 all hail the queen. Such a pretty, little sinner a pink taffeta dream. '57 prom night over at Hamilton High. '57 is the year That Mary Lou died. (that Mary Lou died) That Mary Lou died. (that Mary Lou died) That Mary Lou died. That Mary Lou died. Your soft curls up in flames, they're all screaming your name. Icy eyes cut through the smoke, full of sorrow and pain. All the remains is a crown, your world came crashing down. While your beauty melts away. Some day they're all gonna pay. (They're all gonna pay) Some day they're all gonna pay. (They're all gonna pay) Some day they're all gonna pay. They're all gonna pay. 30 years is the time you were silent and still 30 years and now it's time for Mary Lou to kill. 1987 it's your moment to shine. 1987 Now they're all gonna die. (They're all gonna die) Now they're all gonna die. (They're all gonna die) Now they're all gonna die. They're all gonna die. Blood runs down the walls. There's blood on the halls. The air's singed with their screams, but you show no remorse. You'll reign once again, shed your second skin. You awoke from your sleep now the killing's begin. Oh Mary Lou when prom night is through, old Hamilton High won't forget about you. Blood runs down the walls of these haunted halls. Revenge of a teenage dream. Now all hail the queen. 1957 all hail the queen. Such a pretty, little sinner a pink taffeta dream. '57 prom night over at Hamilton High. '57 is the year That Mary Lou died. (that Mary Lou died) That Mary Lou died. (that Mary Lou died) That Mary Lou died. That Mary Lou died.

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NJ's favorite (and probably only) spooky ukey band brings you "It's Not Who You Come With, It's Who Takes You Home" our debut album. Featuring 10 original songs and 2 special bonus tracks we hope it will have you dancing on some graves and grooving with some ghoulies during these trying times!

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released April 1, 2020

All songs performed by The Mary Lous.
Songs written by Razor De Rockefeller/The Mary Lous
"More Than an Ear to Me" written by Dolly Shot
Arranged and performed by The Mary Lous
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by
Silky Gomez/Wade Culleny/Subtle City Studios 2020

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