DIABOLICAL STREAK LYRICS

Evil Night Together
words and music by Jill Tracy

i’ll hold your hand while they drag the river
i’ll cuddle you in the underflow
i’ll keep my hand on your trigger finger
i’ll take you down where the train tracks go

let’s wile away the hours
let’s spend an evil night together

we’ll drink a toast in the torture chamber
and you’ll go down on a bed of nails
we’ll rendezvous in cold blood
i’ll tie you up to the third rail

let’s wile away the hours
let’s spend an evil night together

who’s gonna make you a hero
who’s gonna blow you away
who’s gonna make you a hero
hold it right there

it’s a multiple down in solitary
and you’ll uncover the evidence
shanghaied by a fishnet stocking
i’ll hold you close while they dust for prints

let’s wile away the hours
let’s spend an evil night together
no need for cake or flowers
lets’s spend an evil night together

 

 

 

The Fine Art of Poisoning
words and music by Jill Tracy

it’s quite an elaborate scheme
the fine art of poisoning
the dose to comatose
slyly administered

not for the frail of heart
the vengeful must play their part
a friend to the bitter end
or so they say

nice and slow
misfortune will flow

peril in the nursery
it seems a tainted pastry
one bite what a dreadful fright
she was such a delicate little dish

a pleasant parlor gathering
quicksilver concealed in a ruby ring
two lumps or three
I have always adored bergamot tea

nice and slow
misfortune will flow

but who will know?

 

 

 

Pulling Your Insides Out
words and music by Jill Tracy

baby watch my blood boil
to an opalescent blue
better draw the curtain
they’re trying to catch a glimpse of you

slowly watch the fruit die
still clinging to the vine
redemption from a bottle
that stays empty all the time

but my dear it’s worth the pain
when they’re pulling your insides out

baby know your nemesis
he’s posing as your best friend
don’t believe the newspapers
they’re telling lies again
the cold hand of the healers
will slice your soul in two
they roll out the red carpet
just to pull it out from under you

but my dear it’s worth the pain
when they’re pulling your insides out

baby mind the vultures
they’re circling round the bone
feeding from the idols
they think they can draw blood from a stone

the more the diamond glitters
the more it can deceive
the truth lay in the treasure
of what we disbelieve

but my dear it’s worth the pain
when they’re pulling your insides out

 

 

 

Extraordinary
words and music by Jill Tracy

oh my dear, you runneth over
with your cup of convoluted wares
the aftermath is sinking lower
the perfect pales beyond compare

your garden’s rushing to my head now
your guise will leave no stone unturned
I’m paralyzed by your concoction
your sleight of hand keeps all my fingers burned

I’ve searched the holy books and I’ve dog-eared every page
I’ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer’s own sage
although a connoisseur of fine legerdemain
I’ve just one word for you

extraordinary

you’re open to interpretation
like the trap door underneath your tousled throne
and I’m engaged and I’m enraged and I’m enchanted
with this little bit of magic I’ve been shown

I’ve searched the holy books and I’ve dog-eared every page
I’ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer’s own sage
although a connoisseur of fine legerdemain
I’ve just one word for you

extraordinary

I’ve searched the holy books and I’ve dog-eared every page
I’ve stolen secrets from the sorcerer’s own sage
I’m rendered speechless in my pretty little rage
but I’ll save one word for you

extraordinary

 

 

 

The Proof
words and music by Jill Tracy

oh dear old Maddie Burton
she was always so uncertain
the moment that would end her life
came with her husband’s hunting knife

the precocious Phineas Ray
never felt the need to pray
knelt with a bullet to his head
and a note pinned to the bed
(that read)

I want to believe in something
I’m still searching for the truth
I want to believe in something
I have finally found the proof

agoraphobic Walter Strauss
never ever left the house
looking for salvation there
he threw himself down the cellar stairs

little Anna would not eat
a skeleton from head to feet
afflicted with society’s ills
sometimes it is only the mirror that kills
(it hangs there still)

I want to believe in something
I’m still searching for the truth
I want to believe in something
I have finally found the proof

they thought Reginald was fine
despite the voices inside his mind
he silenced them with the roar that came
as he locked eyes with the northbound train

far beneath the angry sea
Edward sought tranquility
sweetly smothered by the waves
he submerged into his watery grave
(where he remains)

I want to believe in something
I’m still searching for the truth
I want to believe in something
I have finally found the proof

 

 

 

Just the Other Side of Pain
words and music by Jill Tracy

those blasted clocks have all run down
or does time stand still without you around
the birds don’t sing their little song
the prophecies have all proved wrong

the persian rugs have gone threadbare
the waxing moon has lost its flair
the wishes drowned beneath the well
the razor blades have all gone dull

but this is confidential you’re the one to blame
and now the forecast calls perpetually for rain
although its rather late I lie awake in vain
cause I’m still waiting for what’s wonderful
just the other side of pain

meticulous has run amok
the rabbit’s foot is outta luck
the tightrope walker needs a lift
the contortionists have all gone stiff

but this is confidential you’re the one to blame
and now the forecast calls perpetually for rain
although its rather late I lie awake in vain
cause I’m still waiting for what’s wonderful
just the other side of pain

quicksilver slows down into gold
Count st. Germain is getting old
Elysian Fields are dead and brown
and your picture’s hanging upside down

but this is confidential you’re the one to blame
and now the forecast calls incessantly for rain
although its rather late I lie awake in vain
cause I’m still waiting for what’s wonderful
just the other side of pain

 

 

 

You Leave Me Cold
words and music by Jill Tracy

I like the way you make me shiver
silver smoke
my lips are quivering
I like the way you leave me cold

I like the way you shake the shudder
so pristine
my teeth are chattering
I like the way you leave me cold

the sky’s gone out
there’s no reason
hollow dark
in this mausoleum
underneath
I shiver like a stone

I like the way you trick the tremble
porcelain
I’m frozen heavenly
I like the way you leave me cold

(and I’m petrified)

I like the way you make me shiver
silver smoke
my lips are quivering
I like the way you leave me cold

I like the way you shake the shudder
ticked blue
my flesh turns to ice cream
I like the way you leave me cold

the sky’s gone out
there’s no reason
hollow dark
in this mausoleum
underneath
you chill me to the bone

I like the way you trick the tremble
porcelain
I’m frozen heavenly
I like the way you leave me cold

 

 

 

Doomsday Serenade
words and music by Jill Tracy

we’ll meet again my dear on doomsday
pigs will be flying through the sky
upon the twelfth of never
at a quarter past forever
stricken with the rapture
we will watch the world’s demise

we’ll meet again my dear on doomsday
a hint of Armageddon fills the air
now that hell has frozen over
and the sun is growing colder
we’ll be drawing closer
cause there’s no more time to spare

we’ll meet again my dear on doomsday
a showerfall of frogs and toads
but as bleak as it may be
apocalyptic reverie
hand in hand we’ll tiptoe
through the carcasses and bones

the air’s too thin to breathe on doomsday
and at last we face the reckoning
and blood will fill the sea
cobwebs will cover you and me
as flames engulf the remnants
of this grand catastrophe

it’s doomsday

 

 

 

Diabolical Streak
words and music by Jill Tracy

slave to good intention
mastermind the great
a victim to the culprit
of finding out too late

so I linger in the hallway
one story down below
longing for a 45 revolver
and a 62 bordeaux

but you’re the only one who can please me
you’re the only one

I hear the creaks in the floorboards
a firmament above
I can chart the course of your star
like a dirty hand in glove
and I’m lurking in the holes
creeping cross the corners
cuddle up so soft and safe
close your eyes and calculate

one to nullify the pain
two to make it real again
three please give me one to grow on
four my recompense
five don’t leave me in suspense
six promise not to peek

my diabolical streak

 

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