Tobacco - Acid King lyrics

The magic is black Backyard happy and fertile For Ka**o the acid king of the black circle Same year Bowie dropped two horns, hatched and matured To gore north ports eighty-four Here is '84, Mary Lou Retton, Excitebike, AIDS, Jeopardy Wake up the oh well in me Crack rock anyway, seventeen summers and developing Would it be the middle school or ketamine, guess Left home in the dark to curl up in a bear hug in Suffolk county's arms With a bevy of heavy metal records and leather bibles More Anton Levey than Saint Michael More Sherm and a fort on bricks behind Midas Fly with the pentagram pilots Sabbath and Judas and all tunes Prudence Seems tame now, but then it was devil music Rick six, the nickname clicks Makeshift altar in a clearing in the sticks Forfeit a kitten by the forks from the kitchen By Norsemen who drew the same symbols Pitchforks waving at a grand theft four by four support system, alas Angus on the axe in the back Foreground offering a pitch dark animal corpse and backyard black ma** In a brash curiosity out for grave robbery To pump and pluck skulls at a cemetery property Cops cuff him and stuff him in Amityville Asylum It's fantasy island but know his lines at the time South Oaks but focus on the environment And how it couldn't loosen a Lucifer and his client, it would flee Pale moon, pale horse howling d**h And LSD to make it mean more than it meant Pay attention, here's where the whole thing sours It goes from intrigue into wowzers At a party, a pa**ed out drunk Ka**o gets got for ten bags of dust Now it's not a big town, and people are big mouths So he fishes around 'til he figures it out Gary Lauwers, seventeen years young, you have no idea what you've done Track him down, beat him piss, he got five bags back, still owes him fifty Oh Ricky, Ricky, do we hound him for loot, or show him how the hellbound do Ka**o waives all debts, says "Let's just go and get baked instead" Two shake hands and the beat play dead Though it's more like a skeeter shaking a web And along came a spider with two of his friends It was into the woods, a delusional mess Four kids dipped in a black hole bath June 16, Ka**o snaps Off guard Gary tackled and pinned Sees Rick pull a knife from his jacket and grin Raise that knife like a sword to the moon Plunge that knife through a portrait of youth, going "Say you love Satan, say you love Satan" Lauwers ain't say it, just cave to the face lift Thirty-two stab wounds, gouged out eyes Burns on his skin, not a cloud in the sky Ka**o had later explained he was told by Satan himself in the form of a crow To murder the kid cold, part of a pristine whole No, no, no, no, no Just had to brag, until somebody sad just had to rat Sat in the cell is a merchant of hate, who would hang from a sheet before the third day Some say Ka**o was part of a cult, but I'm sure there was more than we're told More than adults and authority could rightly decode Or maybe I'm wrong and he's finally home Ka**o It's starting to feel like a nice night Hold close to the highs and the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods are gonna disarm you It's starting to feel like a nice night Hold close to the highs and the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods are gonna disarm you It's starting to feel like a nice night Hold close to the highs and the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods are gonna disarm you It's starting to feel like a nice night Hold close to the highs and the white light Hold close to the good you are drawn to These woods are gonna disarm you