“Welcome to Planet Motherfucker / Psychoholic Slag”

By White Zombie

On Let Sleeping Corpses Lie

Released on March 17, 1992

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[Intro]

(Demonic noises, shrieks)

("Fuckin' kiss me")

Woven in the surface a premonition of a land erupting

A sparkling occasion of a city crashdown overhead

Revolving in a whirlpool a drag-o-rama

Walking on the sidewalk so let me see ya

Howling through the keyhole, "Goddamn, swept away"


[Chorus]

She shouted—("Now let's move")

She love it—("Let's take the back door")

Get in away, yeah

I concentrate the midnight without the benefit of ceremony

Whoever said, "The one who strips your soul is

The one that got away"

A weather-beaten angel descending to embrace the cemetery

Got love, so mystifying, "Goddamn, swept away"


[Chorus]

She shouted ("Now let's move")

She love it ("Let's take the back door")

Get in away, yeah

She shouted ("Now let's move")

She love it ("Let's take the back door")

Get in away, yeah

("Oh, wow!"

"Cool it."

"What's that, jock?"

"Beat it."

"You wanna start a rumble?")

Voodoo beat on the mind, the digs too deep to find

Something has got to give, man (psych-out)

Racketeer or star, you are just what you are

Don't play the misty, baby! (get you)

Into a river sky, electro nation cry, "I need another. Now."

Drift beyond the sleeping, the moon is shifting shadows on her figure

Swamptime locomotion "I can't take it, anymore!"

Sunlight through the shutters illuminating moment to the moment

Buzz a halo over "Goddamn, swept away"


[Chorus]

She shouted ("Now let's move")

She love it ("Let's take the back door")

Get in away, yeah

She shouted ("Now let's move")

She love it ("Let's take the back door")

Get in away, yeah

("Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with?")

Planet pretty kill

Motherfucker hang me on the thrills

Psychoholic slag

Tomorrow, yeah, it's another drag, ow

Picnic in the homeland

Like a Jesus superstar (Yeah!)

Kiss me deadly, baby (baby)

Yeah, I know who you are (Come on)

Planet pretty kill

Motherfucker hang me on the thrills

No small heaven, baby

I got the left hand of the keeper

Meet me in St. Louis

God, a one-way ticket's cheaper, yeah

Time-travel I'm walking (Walking)

I got a white line zombie fever (fever) yeah

Time bomb the hero (hero)

Yeah, get down


[Outro]

("Hula fast shorts, swing with a gassy chick

Turn on to a thousand joys, smile on what happened

Then check what's gonna happen, you'll miss what's happening

Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum

Tomorrow, drag")