the moon was burning like his cocaine drip
eyes a'bulgin, chainsmoking cigarettes
in the palm of the hand lies a lonesome highway
hellbent and highstrung he was making his way
when two hitchhikers were looking for help
hell old beast doyle used to thumb it himself
so he pulled to the shoulder and offered a ride
trouble was a'comin with one hell of a surprise
two men approached the car with knives in hand
through his rearview mirror beast knew what was planned
so he pulled out that pistol from under his seat
rolled down his window, waited, gritting his teeth
the first one came to the door, beast blew the brains out his head
then stepped over the body as the other one fled
this savage started howling under the stars
he yelled run all ya want but you wont get too far
because i ain't got no inhibitions
and i ain't got no conscience
i ain't scared of prison
i know good intentions don't mean shit
no, they don't mean fuckin' shit!
the would-be thief didn't make it too far
before beast caught up and dragged him back to the car
he rolled his head up in the window and tied up his hands
the screaming started as beast ripped off his pants
and yelled "squeal like a pig, boy, make it some fun!"
then he pulled out his dick, i swear it was two feet long
the rape commenced and he fucked him to death
he sped away laughing and as he caught his breath he said
i ain't got no inhibitions
and i ain't got no conscience
i'm headed back to prison
because good intentions, well good intentions don't mean shit
now beast doyle roams the penitentiary
two counts of murder and one by sodomy
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
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