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Boys

by Crocodiles

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Crybaby demon with her plastic rose did she let thorns tear her up head to toe Fallen angel Sorrow with her perfume rose it slithers like a snake into her nose and she gets so high she don’t even notice me when I pass her by She’s the saint of garbage lying in her bed did I let her holiness go to my head? She’s the virgin Sorrow, swallows up my trash for now she’s wide awake but soon she’ll crash and she gets so high she don’t even notice me when I pass her by Down on the street I’m just another creep! Down on the street that’s where we meet
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Hey look What's that sound? Everybody's just foolin’ around In the clubs On them drugs Everybody loves messin’ up Let me know where you are If you need some good advice You know I'm not far So don’t be cold as ice Hey look What's that sound? Everybody's just foolin’ around Hey man What looks good? Let me see what's under your Your hood Hey look What's that sound? Everybody loves foolin’ around
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Do the Void 02:34
Something in the air swallows up the tongue you pour your eyeballs over scenes of syphilitic fun kiss the halo, it’s just a sun who knows where he can’t shine all you boys are rebels (it’s a way to pass the time) they do the void 200 below on the iceberg of the bed where all the sycophants give each other head wear the halo like a ring on your wedding day the girls are sharp like razorblades in the wedding cake they do the void they do the freeze, they’re numb above the knees everything and nothing pleases them they do the stranger, they have no sense of danger pills and powders rearranges them do the void!
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Where were you when I wrote this song Were you sleeping inside of a disco ball With an even stranger face painted on the wall So this is it When I feel like I'm five miles tall I can crawl through a crack in your psychic head And trace on your body what the tarot cards have said But before you turn off the lamp Just remember the boy in your bed He is just a tramp There he is Watch his eyes cast a leer He's as friendly as cave full of laughing bats He's as subtle as brick or an airplane crash But he's true Just remember the boy in your head The boy's just a tramp The boy is a tramp But before you go holding his hand Just remember the boy in your life He's just a tramp The boy is a tramp The boy is a tramp
5.
Hard 02:55
Shy boy City at night Sewn-on girls And whirling knives Is that your game? No ones to blame A creature soul You can't control Dial tone eyes They remain on hold So full of lust Devoid of trust Hey boy Why you gotta be so hard? Hey boy Why you gotta be so hard? Young boy Giving good head Your soul is alive Let it sing to the dead Pounding a beat Boots on your feet Hey boy Why you gotta be so hard? Hey boy Why you gotta be so hard? The streets might make you But a heart will break you tonight The girls might hit you But the boys will stitch you up tight Catch him down At Heathers tonight The sun is just a crack In the moon's behind Your glory shows In lurid codes
6.
Blue 03:36
I once had a friend And in our world colored with sin We pushed back our skin Just to consume the fire within Blue is the moon In the mirror at night In this lonely palace Where we drink Until we lose all sight Blue, blue Years chained up in shame Nothing but family to blame Now when darkness arrives It swallows all that lived inside Blue is the moon At my window at night In this lonely palace Where we drink Until we lose all sight Blue, blue
7.
Kool TV 03:00
Watch me being born, back to the beginning they all had me sworn in, mother’s flower’s grinning I’m taking over I’m taking over KOOL TV In Cyclops, Pennsylvania they said I was a traitor now the ants are on the swarm, I’m the exterminator I’m taking over I’m taking over KOOL TV See me on the screen Closer, Billy Close the host with the most I’m taking over I’m taking over KOOL TV See me on the screen Closer, Billy Close the host with the most Show the world exactly who you are Show the world exactly why you star on KOOL TV with me
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In the corner of a bleak room the aluminium wheelchair and the blind groom who hears the faucet and thinks she’s drowning it’s just a cover to conceal her lover, the invisible doctor; it would shock her if she could see he’s as vile as she A dark theatre, a dull glow illuminates the nothing and casts a shadow he finds seductive, he wants to own her he pays his dollar but it’s just to watch her, his cherub vice; he didn’t think twice but now he sees she’s a vile as he all we are - peroxide hearts there’s somethings that you can’t bleach away
9.
Transylvania 04:18
I first saw you at the Stud through the half shut eyes and lightning bolts shot through my blood to my surprise but I didn’t feel ashamed, in the dark it all felt the same You zipped me up in your bag, I didn’t mind your plan cuz sometimes it’s such a drag to be a man you said “let’s go to where my gang runs the show” yeah I wanna go to Transylvania that’s where I wanna be where a boy can be free where a boy can be It felt really weird when your make up smeared all over my face, how strange all my senses rearranged yeah I wanna go to Transylvania that’s where I wanna be where a boy can be free where a boy can be she it’s a royal pain, yeah to be so vain, yeah but no one blames ya not in transylvania not in transylvania whoo! deep in my family of fun with my perfume and my gun new queen Miss 45 it feels good to be alive!
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Fall into the arms of machines of loving grace Satellite sun beams rays to dry tears from your face holy love, it radiates from the telephone we’re all together cuz we’re all alone Don’t look up hide your eyes lock up your gaze don’t feel strange It’s all brand new when your face is cast in blue, Don’t look up

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Crocodiles have always traveled their own particular road of excess; playing, recording, dreaming and scheming in various far-flung corners of the globe. For their fifth album Boys, the boys decamped to Mexico City where producer Martin Thulin captured this psych-pop masterpiece. Trashy in some places and beautiful in others, this colorful album sees the band revisiting familiar Crocodilian themes that have earned them worldwide acclaim while also cooking with many new flavors.Take the salsa-punk of tracks like “Crybaby Demon” or “Kool TV”; noisy guitars mesh with Latin rhythms to create a new sound that can only be described as “muy chingón!” Beautifully lush soundscapes on “The Boy Is a Tramp,” “Don’t Look Up” and “Blue” are sure to seduce the listener. “Foolin’ Around” is a bonkers car-crash of influences, something the punks can do The Hustle to. Crocodiles’ bizarro-pop craftsmanship shines brightly on “Peroxide Hearts,” “Transylvania” and “Hard.”Boys is an album for boys and for girls and for boy-girls and mutants, back-alley poets, thieves, space cadets and alien babes, righteous tricksters, sonic deviants, and everything in between. But most of all, Boys is an album for you.

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released May 11, 2015

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