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Psycho-Head Blowout

Band Members

Rob Zombie -Vocals
Tom Five – Guitar
Sean Yseult – Bass
Ivan de Prume – Drums

At a Glance

Produced by White Zombie
Length 29:34
Label Silent Explosion
Released May, 1987

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Album Tracklist

Side one:

Track Title
Track Length
1 Eighty Eight 03:45
2 Fast Jungle 04:24
3 Murderworld 04:29

Side two :

Track Title
Track Length
1 Kick 04:08
2 Memphis 03:37
3 Magdalene 04:12
4 True Crime 04:50
Lyrics - Click to Expand/Close

1. EIGHTY-EIGHT 

Too weak to run defacer eraser too weak to run, hey my friend now monkey boy chief remember by name and cut this groove deep oh deep in the wind a misery wind a misery wind take it over and explode to the now is a freedom a fool’s passion love loud but wa it-eighty-eight now where did it all begin push to the point of a danger love where did it all begin you got more than you deserve waterwalker a spirithunter hunt until kingdom come who goes–freedom a junk messiah–sparkle mankind–hey girl, burn now gat her round crew and picture this now gather round crew and get behind the wheel of a big white Cadillac a true zombi scavenger is a joy digging through your paradise now is a freedom a fool’s passion bend the steeple and teach it to dance in a black blue o asis time to sing medicine man sing like a medicine man 

2. FAST JUNGLE 

Fast, fast jungle king of the road fast, fast jungle got a suicide machine big bad jungle flying down high down the sewer streets sailing down the river streets destination light neon number forty-two grind and move my way found and kick my way down and s ave my way hanging on psychic ride sliding down fridays child get out now before you cripple shell crowds a carbon long while a twisted root digs the citys hold careless saint preach of love modern trash scream for war citycide going nowhere citycide nowhere which ung end in a dragstrip crash leatherman singing for the past painted eyes got a face to remember king of control dead september do what I say not what I do leave it to the true beasts the mindless, motherless dog bitch spread her life on the fucking floor rip her legs in the shattered glass retaliation murders retaliation murders now the rot control the tooth and the dirt in the world say freak father to bro ther, sister to mother taste the failure from one another sometimes all that glittlers gold when its howling in the widows grave where a broken skull speak like a god and the head-stone reads –buddy holly– join the ressurection rave on in my direction rave on got to rave on rave on rave on rave on 

3. GUN CRAZY 

Born with hesitation onto floating stone what better than a riverview – a slum by any other name scum – scum perfect and friendly to a given point – point to stretch your skin thin thinner than heaven air heaven air – twisted become ultimate – 2 face shin e on. Vocal become violent virgin shine on – yea time for damaged lives. It lives again. But the worst is yet to come topless crawling. Healter-Skelter hidden among fashionable white pickett hammerheads relentless, interrogating, scum sucking suck. S uck true they were a handsome piece but a piece for a poor exuse for a sinking sailor by sinking sinking ragtag turn sinner. Decoy shine on. Freak out. Feast I’m alive shine on sing for a holy gun – some say heavenly. Land of hypnotic eye. Endless lo ve. Helter Skelter when you get down falling down under homegrown $ money the need is vanished now now! Hey kind of incredible! Time to crawl over love and rotting stones like a steamrolling. High rolling. Shit kicking ego machine. Mad Dog. Alterna tive. Sleep. Everywhere rattle snake in a big sleep (yea) hits so good – I can remember taste so bad. I can’t forget – can’t remember can’t forget – But I can not – like a road machine – machine 

4. KICK 

Kicking in the christ Kiss crude as it is talk is cheap like a local jezebel got 
her face wounds Vigilante style highwayman lick a shallow grave play harmonica 
harmonica harmonica speaking horseflesh singing horse – flesh find youngblood Now 
is now! this is the end hey my friend to take what you have given your garden your 
eden now my eyes burn dry whithe the usual who’s who is this thing called life? 
fascination slugpile neverband some fat ass pregnant bitch dancing her pinhole 
jelly veins to some jungle bell daddy sleeze looking for a stin king peice like 
it RAW AND SOFT like it RAW AND SOFT a substitute oyster house all you can stomach 
but who can eat at a time like… five fingered apostle lose a slipping gun spin 
and turn a tombstone blue feeling like a jesus clone in a solid whorehouse we all 
play the game cause time is money money wastes my time my time is dirt dirt is my 
carnival Now is now! psyched-out and mean mutilation peace machine pussycat in 
trash make a real love machine sitting like a ziegfield crow classic textbook case 
basket-head sidewalk time has come again 

5. MEMPHIS 

“He can’t get away with by the time, 
he gets in front of the jury he’ll be a good boy;” said man one. 
At a little before 5′oclock he when through the basement. 
“Yes or no!” demanded man two bantering humor dry in his throat. 
“Is there more than what she gave you?” 
questioned man three as a growing flicker. 
Waved across his eyes. “No!” 
The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate 
this happens to now everyone in the room. 
You feel traces a dying sound listen to the time of your life. 
Standstill panic stricken. 
Ringing the bells of a empty houses someone answers and calls you, 
transfixed by committed you say “I ain’t no guillotine” 
The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice 
“what he wants is in the house” the words hung there for a moment. 
Bending forward she plucked she plucked the ashes from his cigarette 
and said something nobody could understand. 
Nobody could understand, nobody could understand. 
One moment of irritation you call back “why me?” 
the vantage point above the street 
can be exhilarating falling back to a perspective odyssey. 
A track of thunder. Tower lust of decomposed intensity. 
I am I am I am I am…. 

6. MAGDALENE 

Hey, Miss Magdalen girl sympathy mind hey, Miss Magdalen girl power. Power off, yeah grant a flesh show meek inherit nothing but death song queen sex go-go moving like a bad dream promised so long ago blessed art thou among women is this easy come is this easy go mingled with fear you get what you wish wish wish wish wish Gabriel get out this is my Nazareth wicked joy trembling town wicked joy be a raging machine chosen worthy to explode a king a king king king king king king king king drilling down deep inside heartache tests the pain girls on the bar swing around danger does the sam Magdalen Magdalen Magdalen Magdalen peace grants suspicious crashing like some animals southern terror claws scream “How can this be?” Mary, Mary sex machine Mary. Mary raging on beat, beat beat girl this is what you need this is what you need now now now 

7. TRUE CRIME 

Lyrics coming soon

Album Credits

Art Direction Rob Zombie
Engineering Mark Kramer
Photography Michael Levin
Production White Zombie


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  • Toni Renee' Bernard July 6, 2013 at 12:06 am

    I love you Rob Zombie! Agape! LIve Strong and I love the music! What Lucifer has done to my life sometime I feel a lot has died in side me! LIving Dead Girl!

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