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Free from the Fridge

by Head In A Jar

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1.
Hello welcome to nightmare land I am your guide, my name is Stan To your left is your Nan as a ghoul, To your right is you naked at School AAAAAAAAA Are you awake? AAAAAAAAAA You step on a rake Harness the fear from which you flee, Now you’ll hear my recipe ONE CUP of phobia TWO SPOONS of tears Sprinkle in some weird shit And now you’ve got nightmares I’m creeping through the night And I’m messing with your mind I’m dishing out the scares COMPTROLLER OF NIGHTMARES Manufactured by your mind With some help from me inside Your head’s my evil lair COMPTROLLER OF NIGHTMARES You must break out you must escape But first you face the zombie ape Radioactive banana fight Satanic donkey kongs eats your insides AAAAAAAAAAA Are you asleep? AAAAAAAAAAAA You’re on spooky street Ambiguous if you lived or died Is that the alarm or a harpy’s cry? NIGHTMARES GET YOUR NIGHTMARES FRESH HOT NIGHTMARES NIGHTMARES NIGHTMARES NIGHTMARES WHACKY NIGHTMARES ZANY NIGHTMARES NIGHTMARES SPOOKY NIGHTMARES EVIL NIGHTMARES YOU. ARE. TRAPPED IN NIGHTMARES THERES NO ESCAPE FROM THERE NIGHTMARES NIGHTMARES NIGHTMARES
2.
ANRDROIDS! They’re after us! ANRDROIDS! Anonymous! Headin’ to a meeting at LAPD I can’t shake the feeling that they’re not like me When I got into the room the man there said An uprising is on our hands we’re better off dead They converted all my friends into their cyboirg horde Uploading evil urges to their mother board To serve their cause they’re programming humanity With altered bodies, enhancing us mechanically RED EYES! ROBOTS! CYBORGS! ANDROIDS! Now you may think I’m crazy with my paranoid crew And that gives me the thinkin’ that they got to you to Heading out to hunt them and I’m grabbing my gun I want stop at nothing to destroy you robotic fuck scum
3.
Show up to the gig and you can’t believe my eyes Sweaty meat-heads tall enough to block out the skies Moshing like jerks, pitting is their craft Prepare to be drenched in cheap Carlton Draught DESS UND HEKK DESS UND HEKK DESS UND HEKK DESS UND HEKK The cliques are now at war at this $5 show Now I start to think that I should’ve stayed at home Metal ain’t no joke, posers aren’t allowed I’d rather be anywhere than stuck here with this crowd. DESS UND HEKK DESS UND HEKK DESS UND HEKK DESS UND HEKK
4.
Sittin’ round, bored and lazy, Nothing on tv to see Gettin’ grumpy, then that feeling, Stabbing at the core of me Standin' up and waddlin’ over, Reach into the deepest freeze LITTLE BOYS AND TV DINNERS Lusting for that Mac-n-Cheese Throw it in, slam the door shut, Put it into defrost mode Something’s wrong, food mutating, I put in a magic code Stumble back, grab my shotgun, Fire twice and then reload TENTACLES AND SIXTEEN EYEBALLS Mutant, evil, precooked toad All you do is drool and crave Eat yourself to an early grave ‘Cause your appetite won’t behave You’re a SLAVE TO THE MICROWAVE I am a servant to a reheated master Formed from a combo of cheese and pasta He’s nasty and tasty and unforgiving And he makes me do his twisted bidding Going forth on his only mission To turn more food into his condition A radiated, appetising, underground army Made of PIZZA POCKETS, CORN DOGS, CHICKEN NUGGETS AND SALAMI All you do is drool and crave Serve your master and behave There’s no-one to come and save You’re a SLAVE TO THE MICROWAVE
5.
Sorry old friend but the time as come I gonna make some green, I gotta twist ya thumbs Electric nipple cripples and wedgies to boot But the cool thing is I get to WEAR THIS SUIT Are we still on for that BBQ? Unless that’d be too soon for you I really do hope we can stay friends I gotta pay the bills, I hope you understand STRETCHING THE FRIENDSHIP I’m sorry Rob But a job's a job And I feel like a knob Just admit heresy and we can hang out I don’t even know what you’re whinging about You applied for this shit job too And if you were any good YOU’D BE WEARING THE HOOD Okay okay I’ll stop with the hot poker Come on man, I’m just tryna make quota Boss is on my ass, you know how it goes Another haunting scream, another piece of gold STRETCHING THE FRIENDSHIP I’m sorry dude But I need some food I’m aware it’s quite rude (of me) BETRAYAL Friendship torn in two POKER IN THE ASS Coming to a cell near you MINIMUM WAGE For a violent messy job BANALITY OF EVIL Torturing your mate Rob
6.
Set adrift in space light-years from home Chained in an icebox rotten and alone Mouldy taco shells his only friends His use-by date way past the end Now I’m free again Free from the fridge I’ll defrost and then Take my revenge With eyeballs squinting against the light The door creaks open to reveal the sight That he was pulled into a cargo bay Of a martian spaceship, far, far away So with a spaceship at his command His continued adventures ain’t gonna be bland One giant universal free-for-all No-one is safe, hes gonna have a ball
7.
FIRE! Fills the skies Melts your eyes Nowhere to run and hide just DIE! In the flames Of trhe end Conflagration, Earth descents They planted us here as disease Nothing better than human beings To erase what came before Pestilence, famine and war The plant chokes from human life fatigue No time to join your local bowling league BIOLOGICAL BLITZKRIEG DEATH! From the skies Life of lies We were left here just to FUEL! Alien race Outer space We’re all out of time and place
8.
Swooped from all sides in a raven attack You’re on the run for your life as light turns to black A dark fog chills you down to your bones You crash right into the royal throne GNARLED HANDS OF THE QUEEN DRAW NEAR FROZEN IN PLACE BY A DEATHLY FEAR RED EYES MEAN YOU'RE NOT ALONE WELCOME TO THE KINGDOM OF THE FOREST CRONES Your flesh is hot, and your body’s being softened Disgusting herbs and spice flavour your coffin Make peace with your gods as you simmer alive Rosemary, garlic, cumin and chive EVVVVVVIIIILLLLLLL CANIBAAAAAALLLLL WIIIIIIIITCHHEEEEEESS Prepare to die
9.
The children walk out in single file Prepare to witness violence most vile Teachers clamouring to PLACE THEIR BETS A main event showdown you wont soon forget Slamming and scratching to rise up through the ranks Battling for perks like canteen privileges Ring the damn bell, the ring is filled with gore This is such a specatle that youve never seen before BIG PUNCH LITTLE LUNCH INFANT WARFARE BIG PUNCH LITTLE LUNCH INFANT WARFARE Timmy the Crusher barely made it out alive Against the champ that's in Year 5 The teachers screaming FOR MORE BLOOD A DDT on concrete with a sickening thud This has gone too far, somebody stop the match Wrestling ain't for kids, they should be playing catch There's barbed wire ropes and broken fluro lights Throw in the towel, they need to stop the fight
10.
Hurry along and jump in the queue, You've finally paid for your fair What is the point of the safety bar? Ain't nobody here got a prayer Holding on tight as you start to take off, Remember to smile for your picture Wonder if you've made the right choice For your ever lasting departure YOU MUST BE THIS TALL TO DIE Looking for a way out - it shouldn't be such a crime YOU MUST BE THIS TALL TO DIE The roller coaster climbs its never ending incline YOU MUST BE THIS TALL TO DIE Keep your arms and legs inside the car at all times YOU MUST BE THIS TALL TO DIE The loop de loop, well it takes no prisoners It laughs off your second thoughts Your uninteresting life, it flashes right by you, But not before you have to vom The chunder and dread, seep deep within you, The void is just seconds away Ripped to shreds by the spikes in the death pit The carnies just mop you away
11.
In a windswept mountain village buried in the Himalayas Lived a cute and unlikely abominable snowman slayer The llamas did all they could to do to armour, shield and prepare her ‘gainst this hairy, seven feet blizzard of total frozen terror CHORUS BETTY VERSUS THE YETI Snowball in hell the chance she’s got BETTY VERSUS THE YETI To take him down with her sling shot When the snowman wound his arm back into a finishing fist He didn’t notice that he’d stepped on Betty’s dolly, she was pissed Picking herself up off the snow she screamed “You bastard!” Betty wailed Which caused an avalanche and on a tree the yeti was impaled
12.
Hell Beach 03:16
Get your boardies on for the waves of your life Take your demon kid and your demon wife The sand is black as the coal in your soul The sun is hot, and it’s taking its toll Time to HANG FIVE as you roast alive Time to HANG TEN as you’re whipped again HANG FIFTEEN as they rip out your spleen This is eternity, it ain’t not dream its... HELL BEACH surf's up you’re going down HELL BEACH where the lifeguards let you drown HELL BEACH Satan turns the water black HELL BEACH sand always in your crack You drive for hours and you can’t get a park Seagulls swoop and peck at your heart The ice cream flavours are ‘shit’ and ‘fear’ The tide is high as it boils near Time to HANG FIVE as you roast alive Time to HANG TEN as you’re whipped again HANG FIFTEEN as they rip out your spleen This is eternity, it ain’t no dream, it’s...

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released April 24, 2020

HEAD IN A JAR are:
Marcus Alvarez - Drums
Nick Coady - Guitar & Vocals
Adrian Suljanovic - Bass & Vocals
Gordy Whyte - Guitar & Vocals

Recorded and mixed by Aaron Worboys at Adversary Studios in Sydney, Australia
Mastered by Brad Boatright at Audioseige in Portland, Oregon
Artwork by Andrei Bouzikov

All tracks written and arranged by HEAD IN A JAR

Contact: headinajar@mail.com
www.headinajaronline.com

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Head In A Jar Sydney, Australia

HEAD IN A JAR are a CROSSOVER THRASH METAL band from Sydney, Australia.

HEAD IN A JAR features uncompromising speed, a triple vocal attack and a thematic focus on the bizarre.

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