Album Name : Subliminable Messages
Release Date : 2005-05-31
Song Duration : 2:52
Ten Foot Pole Last Call For Russell's Balls
Russell's new uptight trust-fund princess reigns
Stares down her coke-burned nose and sets new rules
Forbids his listening to punk rock music
Tried to burn his copy of The People's History
His face is blank, bloodless, inexpressive,
All passion drained by the unhallowed leech
Last Call for Russell's Balls
The Demon must be fed
Last Call for Russell's Balls
They're hanging by a thread
Russell says it's true love more like sick games
A bitter brawl at midnight in the street
Some cars have stopped to watch the loud commotion
Laughing at the wicked witch of West Hollywood
Strings held tight a dancing marionette doll
A painted smile on a wooden face
Last Call...
A phone call woke up Russ in the middle of the night
As she reached down his trousers with sharp scissors
and a light
Caught the blades before the amputation was complete
It seems the rearview mirror's where she would've
hung the meat
Born-again with pride, Russ hands her the broomstick
Says it's time for her to fly away forever...
Last Call saved Russell's balls
The Demon's face turned red
Smoke shot out her ears
When he kicked her of bed
He saved himself this time
From the evil bride-to-be
So clearly serpentine
Now she's just a memory
