Tekst piosenki 'Welcome To Planet Motherfucker / Psychoholic Slag' wykonawcy White Zombie

Woven in the surface a premonition of a land erupting
A sparkling occasion of a city crashdown overhead
Revolving in a whirlpool a drag-o-rama
Walking on the sidewalk so let me see ya
Howling through the keyhole, goddamn, swept away

She shouted— (now let's move)
She love it— (let's take the back door)
Get in away, yeah

I concentrate the midnight without the benefit of ceremony
Whoever said, the one who strips your soul is
The one that got away
A weather-beaten angel descending to embrace the cemetery
Got love, so mystifying, goddamn, swept away

She shouted (now let's move)
She love it (let's take the back door)
Get in away, yeah
She shouted (now let's move)
She love it (let's take the back door)
Get in away, yeah

Oh, wow!
Cool it
What's that, jock?
Beat it
You wanna start a rumble?

Voodoo beat on the mind, the digs too deep to find
Something has got to give, man (psych-out)
Racketeer or star, you are just what you are
Don't play the misty, baby! (get you)
Into a river sky, electro nation cry
I need another
Now

Drift beyond the sleeping, the Moon is shifting shadows on her figure
Swamptime locomotion I can't take it, anymore!
Sunlight through the shutters illuminating moment to the moment
Buzz a halo over goddamn, swept away

She shouted (now let's move)
She love it (let's take the back door)
Get in away, yeah
She shouted (now let's move)
She love it (let's take the back door)
Get in away, yeah

(Do you have to open graves to find girls to fall in love with?)

Planet pretty kill
Motherfucker hang me on the thrills
Psychoholic slag
Tomorrow, yeah, it's another drag, ow

Picnic in the homeland
Like a Jesus superstar (yeah!)
Kiss me deadly, baby (baby)
Yeah, I know who you are (come on)

Planet pretty kill
Motherfucker hang me on the thrills

No small heaven, baby
I got the left hand of the keeper
Meet me in st. Louis
God, a one-way ticket's cheaper, yeah

Time-travel I'm walking (walking)
I got a white line zombie fever (fever) yeah
Time bomb the hero (hero)
Yeah, get down

Hula fast shorts, swing with a gassy chick
Turn on to a thousand joys, smile on what happened
Then check what's gonna happen, you'll miss what's happening
Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum
Tomorrow, drag