What Great Fangs

by What Great Fangs

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Luke Kegley Damn good Southern "Werewolf" Metal! This band reminds me, gives me nostalgia of the Michigan Dogman/Beast of Bray Road every time I listen to them, really dig this band! Favorite track: Hunkle Jesse.
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released October 17, 2013

All music written and recorded by What Great Fangs.
Produced by Andrew D'Cagna of Sacred Sound Recording Studios.

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What Great Fangs Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

5 filthy rock and roll party animals looking for a good time!

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Track Name: Circe
I blame myself
For accepting
The seduction
When you invited me to sleep in your bed.

You don't know what you do to me.
You know exactly what you do to me.
Your poison has done something to ruin me.
You know exactly what you do to me.

Now I'm a pet
For you to collect and neglect and forget to keep fed.

I know it's wrong to forget...
all about my family and my long-lost friends.
But I've received no gifts from Hermes; I've received no moly.
So I'm your starving companion.

Would you have me as a wolf? [to spend the night with you]
Wolf you have me as a lion?
Would you have me as a wolf? [to spend the night with you]
Would you have me as a swine?
Track Name: Hunkle Jesse
Well, I think I know exactly what this tastes like.
I think it goes without saying.
Besides, I've made it perfectly clear;
We've already done too much talking.
Some things are better left unsaid.

Well, I don't have much of an appetite.
My stomach's not big enough for my eyes.
I told you so; you're always right.
I should've known better than to lie [to myself].

So who's the goose?
Who's the fool?
What's your excuse?
I thought it was love.

It's just no use.
You're way too cool.
What's your excuse?
I thought it was love.

I keep a chain over my chamber door.
I keep it locked up tight when I light that torch.
They keep a-moaning, keep a-groaning, coming back for more.
And I'm way too poor to get so bored.
So every time I make a mess, I lick it up.
I lick it up off the floor.

Well, I came.
And I saw.
I was conquered.
But it's all my fault.

It's all my fault!
Track Name: Howl Yeah!
Well, it's been a long time
since I had a good a time.
So if you don't mind
I'm going out tonight in style.

I'm on fire and I'm bathing in a bucket full of gasoline.
I'm a crazy mother trucker and I'm picking up speed.

It's my mortal engine beating;
taking me on down that road.
Hot venom pumping through my system;
I'm about to overflow.
My pulmonary tempo has reached a tangible tone.
Either I'm about to pass out or I'm about to explode.
I'm about to explode; oh, no!

We gotta get it right before they hit the lights.
Guide your hands in my direction.
Provide me that TLC, 'cause I'm in need of affection.

Don't touch me; it won't be long.
Such a romantic song.
So sing along, sing along.

Don't touch me; it won't be long.
Such a romantic song.
This time, I can't go wrong.
So sing along, sing along.
Track Name: Hacksaw Jim Duggan
You wanna tear me apart?
Well, I'm calling your bluff.
You wanna tear out my heart?
Aw hell, I always liked it rough.

You wanna please me, sweetheart?
Well, you can try your best.
You want this fire to start?
Let's burn this house down...
Starting with your mattress.

I know that you can do better.
You can do so much better than that.
Show me your claws, let me see your teeth.
Dig your fingernails into my back.
I know that you can do better.
You can do so much better than this.
Come on baby.
Get pissed!

Oh, yeah!
That's what I like.
Are you hungry, baby?
Open wide and take a bite.
Track Name: Feeder
I think he's coming to life...
I think he's coming back to life.
Go tell his children and wife!

I think he's coming to life.
I think he's coming back to life.
I don't know how or why.
Go to his children and wife!

But at the rate of decay, what will they say?
I think he's still got the stench of death about him.
He's just been wasting away; something's stuck in his ribcage.
And I can still see the insects sliding beneath his skin.

Bones twist and snap from a long dirt-nap in a coffin encasement.
Sleeping compulsions have awakened.
Sometimes they do come back; fingernails caked in black.
I can't believe he climbed through the surface; the ground was frozen!

My heart don't beat, don't beat anymore.
Black blood distilled inside a corpse.
It has no reason to breathe.
It has no reason to bleed.

Imagine being his daughter when she's home alone, sitting there waiting for him by the phone.
He can't talk; all he does is moan.
So she gets nothing but a dial tone.

You can't hide from me.
You can't hide.
Track Name: Snake Belly
You should know better.
I'm thinking maybe you do.
Just take advantage of the ignorance of any man whose got something to prove.
You should grow a backbone and practice what you preach.
And stop spitting that bullshit every time you open up to speak your peace.

I gotta tell ya
I gotta tell ya; that's low, man.
You opened up your bag of tricks and I'm beginning to understand.
I gotta tell ya
I gotta tell ya; that's low, man.
You're a venom-spitting son-of-a-bitch and I can't believe I shook your hand.

So tell me how you sleep at night at the bottom of that well.
Do you share your venom with all your victims or keep it to yourself?
Your tongue is forked and your head is fucked.
From this day forth, you're shit out of luck.

'Cause I've been wasting my time for so long...
thinking I was doing something wrong.
Sacrificing myself to feel like this.
Sacrificing myself to feel like shit.
So here's to the wall, and let's see what sticks.
'Cause my resolve has gotten so strong and my skin so thick.

Your tongue is forked.
Your head is fucked.
From this day forth.
There's only us.