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Mrs. Skeffington and Son / Re​-​penetrator

by Quiffs 'N' Coffins

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In that house at the end of the road lives the purest evil this world's ever known That place where so few dare to tread holds a secret of life guarded close by the dead You'll be awoken one night by a call echoing out from the old mansion walls beckoning you to set foot in it's halls where she waits, with her child by her side You can try to hide, you can try to run from Mrs. Skeffington and son You're nightmare's only just begun A sacrifice of blood and of bones to feed the hunger of the immortal ones Who dwell in shadow, out of sight and feast on the living for eternal life She'll draw you close and you can't turn away once you have entered, forever you'll stay the last thing you'll see is her skeletal face as her boy thrusts the knife into your spine Your life fades away and your body's consumed no one will ever come looking for you The Skeffingtons live on, their life now renewed as they wait for the hunger to return.
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My unholy new concoction injected between your thighs, open your eyes baby, come to life You're my latest creation, a carnal abomination and now no more masturbation in a lonesome laboratory at night. Arise, my beauty and we'll have ourselves a hell of a time. Well you're a suckin', fuckin', dead, hot lovin' miracle of modern day science. Re-penetrator! Einstein had some cool ideas but I'll bet he was never given head by the livin' dead. It's ghoulish fornication, with an gruesome invitation to macabre ejaculation and my zombie's begging to be fed. Come on, little angel now let's get you gagged and chained to the bed. Underneath full moonlight, down in my basement tonight we'll have some fun where no sun does shine. Your cold heart's beating as your dead lungs breath in and out decaying flesh rhythmically convulsing to the sound of hard falling rain and thunder audible through brain-dead moans of lust and hunger. Itchy, tasty.

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released October 31, 2014

Al Quiff - Upright bass / lead vocal
Rohan O'Fukenshite - Guitar / vocal
Michael Newell - Drums

Lyrics by Al Quiff
Music by Al Quiff / Rohan O'Fukenshite

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