"976-EVIL"

 

Story:

The Sticks Halloween entry for 2012. Download it for free here.

Lyrics:

Hoax is lonely, never gets the babes
Childhood life but adolescent age
Under the thumb of his mother, rocking jammies too
Bullies pull him in the bathroom: toilet shampoo
So you can pray it quits, you can make a wish
You can gaze at the abyss till it’s raining fish
But it’s ceaseless teasing and it keeps repeating
Cousin Spike can’t bail him out of weekly beatings
So it’s out of the darkness and into the light
Torn apart they’re heartless, he can win the fight
It hurts when they flip you shit and split your lip
Serve revenge as a dish mixed with witty quips
When the ringing stings you, splits your ears in two
Better pick up the receiver ‘cos
9-7-6 E-V-I-L
You can find heaven quick but it might be hell


Tax the sleaze, don’t let ‘em catch a breath
Payback’s the sweetest when it ends in death
And where they’re going there’s no pearly gates
But now they know how a blood swirly tastes
The goal is control and he invades your mind
Takes a hold of your soul through a payphone line
It’s the devil on the horn with the darkest question
He needs a mark to start Armageddon
The gig comes with claws and an icy mouth
And a clear view of hell from inside your house
But to hold the world in your warty palm
You gotta let her cats eat the corpse of your mom
Used to love your cousin, now the bro’s a dozer
It’s time to ice Spike ‘cos hell’s frozen over
Hoping for your horrorscope you placed a call
But Satan he was waiting to lay waste to us all

"Night of the Demons"

 

Story:

The Sticks Halloween track for 2011. Download it for free here.

Lyrics:

Angela’s a weirdo, plays it cool alone
But she’s hosting a rager at the funeral home
Hull House, deserted, givin’ teens a chance
To drink beer, pump jams, ditch the Halloween dance
Down the darkest roads, the farthest edge of town
It’s invitation-only and they’ll never be found
So get it on in a coffin, or you can just kick back
Or you can peer into a mirror till it turns pitch black
The plan was special – just to see some screamin’
Now Suzanne’s a vessel for a seething demon
And she’s lockin’ lips with Angela to spread the spirit
They’re speaking sorta creepy so the dead can hear it
Stooge – the punk-rock jock on the make
He’s watching Ang dance, look of shock on his face
‘Cos she calls him over so they can make it out
And when she bites off his tongue, blood sprays from his mouth
The possession session, sickening the vic
Suzanne’s hand’s jammin’ lipstick in her tit
Judy’s movin’, tryin’ to see some light
Holdin’ out for morning through the demon night



Angela’ll hand you fingertips of flame
Hovering in hallways, skin that’s drippin’ gray
And she’s gliding to the violence, smile with jagged teeth
Playing hostess to the voices of a haggard beast
And now Stooge is swarming and he’s bashing kids
Removed a dude’s arm with a casket lid
Spreading the possession as he wrecks with heft
Judy’s on the move but there’re no exits left
On the dodge with Rog, but he just pants and shouts:
“We can’t get out. We can’t get out.”
So you can burn a body, but the spirit stays
You can pop some eyeballs but they’ll hear their way
It’s a party – and it goes till dawn
Hull House – where you see your guts spill on the lawn
They’re inside you hidin’, you can’t fight the screamin’
When they find you dyin’, it’s the night of the demons.

"C.H.U.D."

 

Story:

One of two C.H.U.D.-based Sticks tracks from Halloween 2010. Download it for free here.

Lyrics:

Underneath the streets where the sewage funnels
It’s where the creatures feast and tear through the tunnels
There’s been a steep depletion in the grungiest slums
The soup kitchen’s missing some of its hungriest bums
Radiation’s blazing, it careens in waves
The police captain’s wife hasn’t been seen in days
And as the local homeless try to hunt guns down
There’s a rumble comin’ from the underground
The manhole covers start to slowly rise
Revealing monstrous claws and sets of glowing eyes
And the suits who run the city know they’re out for blood
But they’re corrupt so they cover up what they’ve dubbed the...

The geiger counter squeaks a beeping sound
Because nuclear ooze is their breeding ground
The commish dumped the waste he needs to squash the truth
But he underestimates Captain Bosch and his group
The Cap’s wife washed up and he’s appearing weary
While the Rev. who runs the shelters spouts conspiracy theories
George Cooper knows the sewer it’s where his photos were snapped
Now he’s down there with the reverend ‘cos they’ve both been trapped
The commissioner’s plan has moved up a phase
He’s pumpin’ gas into the tunnels to set the C.H.U.D.s ablaze
But George and Rev. have got a man upstairs
Bosch gets ‘em to an exit as they gasp for air
The gas seeps to the surface, glowing eyes rise up
The commish is kamikaze, he’s hijacked a truck
The Rev. aims his gun, the truck floods with fumes
The old man and the sewer and the C.H.U.D.s go...

"C.H.U.D. II: Bud the C.H.U.D."

 

Story:

The conclusion of the legendarily ambitious C.H.U.D. duology of Halloween 2010. Download it for free here.

Lyrics:

He’s on the loose – yeah he’s on the prowl
And apparently C.H.U.D.s are just zombies now
‘Cos he found a small town all calm and dull
Started going door to door looking to chomp some skull
He’s got pale green skin and blue spazzy eyes
He chudified a lady doing Jazzercise
Found a hammered businessman and he took a bite
Jacked the dude’s sport coat and now he’s looking tight
Undead for the 80’s in his smarmy duds
Quickly rounding up a small army of C.H.U.D.s
Hit a burger joint ‘cos they were looking for meat
Made a meal of the employees then they took to the street

Couple of high school goofballs were the ones who freed him
Now they’re running after Bud trying to stop the bleeding
Brought along their friend Katie she might be a goner
Bud’s got her in his sights because he’s crushing on her
And some military guys think they’ve got the right
To capture all the C.H.U.D.s and send ‘em off to fight
They arrive in camouflage ready to track the dead
And end up with brains dripping out the back of their heads
But the C.H.U.D.s are still hungry and they’ve seen their chance
So they’re headed to the high school’s Halloween dance
And though it seems so lively, it’s just filled with death
And if you wanna kill the rest, you gotta kill the best

"Milk Duds and Guts"

 

Story:

The first Sticks Downey Halloween-centric track, released in October of 2009. Download it for free here.

Lyrics:

Streets teeming, the evening’s black as tar
Seas of pre-teens fiending for Zagnut bars
They’re rockin’ gashes and scars, with the blood marks showing
I saw an underground bar where the C.H.U.D.s are going
Yeah the roads are flowin’, lots of dregs and creeps
Stoned jokers throwing rotten eggs at jeeps
Fleets, packs and bunches – kids are sneaking out
Gonna smash your pumpkins, TP your house
They’re out searching around and they’ve found some trouble
Mix a fountain with detergent it’s a mountain of bubbles
Corn fields are hacked till they’re a major maze
While the farmer stuffs his apples with razor blades
In his vacant gaze are thoughts of choppin’ heads
He was slain in ’88 now he’s the walking dead
His combine has a mind to leave bodies in piles
He’s at the reigns, craving brains straight zombie style
And on Halloween night the kids descend on his field
Eatin’ treats while they decide if the legend’s real
Their screams fill the air their blood floods the ruts
A nightmarish irrigation Milk Duds and guts