Title: Black Lipstick [Spoken Intro] Come here… MMMmmmmm…. [Verse 1] Your black lipstick oughta be a crime But damn… you’re lookin’ fine You don’t have to say a word Come a little closer first One more kiss before daylight Leave the whole world outside Don’t think twice… don’t think long… Just stay here where you belong [Chorus] I want your body on my body So we don’t bother anybody Put your black lipstick on my neck Leave your scratches down my back Put your coffin next to mine… ( passionate female moaning ) Uhhhhh. Ahhhhhh ohhhhhhh mmmhhhhh (Tape stop.) (Everything cuts to absolute silence.) We’re gonna have one hell of a time. [NECRO RAVE APOCALYPSE DROP] (Relentless four-on-the-floor kick detonates.) (Bright TB-303 explodes into a screaming acid lead.) (Spooky spring-reverb surf guitar instantly answers.) (TB-303 and surf guitar duel, trading melodies every four bars.) (Huge euphoric trance supersaws erupt.) (Haunted cathedral organ stabs slam like rave synth chords.) (Thunder crashes replace drum fills.) (Reverse spring-reverb swells pull into each new impact.) (Double-time rave percussion ignites the dance floor.) (The bassline mutates instead of looping.) (Long instrumental. Almost no vocals.) [Verse 2] Everybody’s heading home Good… leave us the fuck alone Let ‘em wonder where we’ve gone Come a little closer now One more drink before the dawn Leave tomorrow all alone Right here’s where I wanna be You… right next to me ( passionate female moaning ) Ohhhh god……. Mmmmmmm Ahhhhhhh Ohhhh Right there……. mmmmnnnn ….. Don’t stop….. [Instrumental Breakdown] (Spring-reverb surf guitar solo.) (TB-303 answers.) (Call-and-response solo battle.) (Build… build… build…) (Tape stop.) (Silence.) (Bass detonates back in.) [Verse 3] Everybody’s heading home… We’re just getting started. If the coffin’s rockin’… Don’t come knockin’. Call in dead tomorrow. [Final Chorus] I want your body on my body So we don’t bother anybody Put your black lipstick on my neck Leave your scratches down my back Put your coffin next to mine… (Tape stop.) (Everything cuts to absolute silence.) We’re gonna have one hell of a time. [FINAL NECRO RAVE APOCALYPSE] (The biggest drop in the song.) (TB-303 unleashed.) (Surf guitar and acid synth wage war for the lead.) (Massive trance supersaws.) (Relentless kick.) (Double-time rave energy.) (Extended instrumental finale.) (The singer never raises his voice. The music completely loses its mind.) [Outro] Call in dead tomorrow.
