Rabbit Junk: "Industrial Is Dead" Lyrics

	    			like some girl in a snuff video

with a chord around her neck

and her veins full of blow

she's dancing like she doesn't know

that she's hanging in the morgue with industrial

so gothed out like "black number 1" 

She'd rather slit her wrists than have some fun

Shaking her corpse to the same old shit

Playing it safe is boring, isn't it!?

Oi! Mr. DJ, what records are ya playin' today

Oi! Mr. DJ, are you gonna play the same damn thing that you did yesterday

This ghetto

abysmal

like gangstas

in limbo

creation

invasion

a fortress

a mission

arrested

infested

this corpse has been re-animated

pale embrace in a sick romance

it's dead and gone but still they all dance

Every day is Halloween

but it's Halloween stuck in '93

And it makes me think of the good old days

of skinny puppy and ministry

combat boots and pvc

Dressing up like a scary drag queen

It's dead and gone, so let's move on

Industrial R.I.P.

If yer lookin for a zombie fuck

then get your kicks at the club noc noc (Seattle, WA.)

dancing all ro-bot-ic

120 bmp goin tic toc tic toc 

un-dead posers drinking at the bar

and broken pretty things that can't get very far

and the 3 legged dogs that are on the the prance

I say step aside bitches I'm here to dance

Let's fucking dance