All My Remixes Are Dead

by Dead Animal Assembly Plant

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about

This is a remix album dedicated to the title track of our first album All My Heroes Are Dead. All the remixes are exclusive to this album as well as a few extra goodies (like our version of the classic poem about death The Hearse Song aka Don't You Ever Laugh As The Hearse Goes By.) ENJOY!

credits

released February 21, 2015

All songs written by Dead Animal Assembly Plant
except for The Hearse Song - unknown artist

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Track Name: All My Heroes Are Dead
Misplaced in the lost and found
Discovered I am unsound
Trapped in a rubber room
Back and forth on the ground

I stagger just left of sin
They took all my medicine
And left me here far too soon
I tried but cannot move

The angels hold their breath
And slowly comes their death
Our soldiers that we trust
Turn to faces of ash and dust

If you are so divine
Then cut up another line
On the pedestal in which we fall
Keeps us dancing in alcohol

Chorus:
I can feel it taking over
Something's better left unsaid
I can see it in front of me
All my heroes are dead

Behind the last silhouette
Comes lost hope and regret
When the figure in front of me
Is the image I used to be
All the dreams are obsolete
Hand over the sweetest treat
Our disease we pass between
Will make our plans complete

That hate which we define
In the sewer of our minds
The stench will fill the air
With the feelings of despair

CHORUS

We will take your fear
You will be like us

Cold alley dreams
Chalk lines sordid themes
Hands caressed with sweat
Laughter and your screams

If I could live with doubt
Would you shut them out?
Unraveled monkey suits
Selling absolutes

And we say
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CHORUS x 2
Track Name: The Hearse Song
Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
They wrap you up in a big white sheet
From your head down to your feet

Chorus:
Don't you laugh as the hearse goes by
Don't you laugh as the hearse goes by
Don't you laugh as the hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posies
Ashes ashes we all fall down

They stick you in a big black box
Cover you up with dirt and rocks
All goes well for about a week
Then your coffin begins to leak

CHORUS

The worms crawl in and they crawl out
The worms play blackjack on your snout
A big green worm with rolling eyes
Crawls in your stomach and down your thighs

Your stomach turns a slimy green
And pus pours out like whipping cream
You spread it on a slice of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead

CHORUS

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posies
Ashes ashes we all fall down