The Demonics
The Demonics from San Fransisco, plays a fast noisy version of motopunk/sur… Read Full Bio ↴The Demonics from San Fransisco, plays a fast noisy version of motopunk/surfpunk.
As they say themselves, "for us who loves cars, girls and satan".
Three gorgeous albums:
Formaldehyde Injection, 1999
Demons on wheels, 2000
Ritual on the beach, 2002
Hot Rod Pussy: The Best Of The Demonics 1993 - 2003, 2007
http://www.thedemonics.com
As they say themselves, "for us who loves cars, girls and satan".
Three gorgeous albums:
Formaldehyde Injection, 1999
Demons on wheels, 2000
Ritual on the beach, 2002
Hot Rod Pussy: The Best Of The Demonics 1993 - 2003, 2007
http://www.thedemonics.com
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The Demonics Lyrics
750-4 I met her at the cycle graveyard. A little used, but…
Race Against Dawn The clouds are like your eyes Soaring with the wind to…
Regan She′s laying there in bed so expressionless With a crucifix …
Robert Clayton
on Regan
She’s laying there in bed so expressionless
With a crucifix underneath her pillow
And all of her flowers are dead but don’t mention it
‘Cause her essence shines from below
In her room,
She doesn’t even care
She turns her head around,
To show her pretty face
In a tomb,
At the bottom of the stairs,
All waiting underground
Life is such a waste
Regan
I love you so possessively
I want you in my soul
Now, we were meant to be
Regan
I love you even still in lice
And your going crazy with the devil in your eyes
“Regan is afflicted,” say the man in black
As the scars from within begin to show
Now don’t you cry for help, there’s no turning back
Is it just, or I don’t think, I don’t know
In her room,
She doesn’t even care
She turns her head around,
To show her pretty face
In a tomb,
At the bottom of the stairs,
All waiting underground
Life is such a waste
Regan
I love you so possessively
I want you in my soul
Now, we were meant to be
Regan
I love you even still in lice
And your going crazy with the devil in your eyes
And your going crazy with the devil in your eyes
And your going crazy with the devil in your eyes
Douglas Boldt
on 750-4
I met her at the cycle graveyard.
A little used, but what a find.
Plenty of parts to customize.
My asian bride of Frankenstien.
My baby cooks, yeah. She's burning rice.
Drop bars, rear sets, new pipes and jets.
She walks em all, laying waste..
While all the other suckers sweat.
Well I say..
Fuck you pig, I winding out.
I know what it's all about.
Fuck you pig I got your doors..
On my 750-4
On my 750-4
On my 750-4.. Yeah!
Here comes the man with his sirens on.
He tried to stop me at the light.
I crossed my fingers through the red,
and left the man in blue behind.
And I say..
Fuck you pig, I winding out.
I know what it's all about.
Fuck you pig, I got your doors..
On my 750-4
On my 750-4
On my 750-4.. Yeah!