Academia

by Nazi Drugs

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about

Late 1800’s the school building was destroyed in a fire. Some legends state it was done by a mysterious hired hand. Some legends states it was done by the gardener after he killed and potentially raped a number of the students. This tale also places the bodies buried in a nearby field. The ghosts of the girls allegedly will chase you if you're on the grounds.
Another legend says the girls all died from the plague or some other ailment and sometimes you can hear them singing London Bridges.
The ghost of the killer is supposed to sit on the steps of a nearby church. He is reportedly dressed in all black.
There are tales of hearing ghostly sobbing of girls. Also of a single girl singing
There is apparently black hound sightings in the area.
Cars are reported to have trouble starting in the area. Brand new batteries also get drained for no reason.
There is a reportedly curse on the land. The stories state if you climbed up the stairs of the remaining school building and put your name
on the wall, you'll die within 5 tears. It's alleged that there are three names written on it, and they're all of high school kids that met premature ends. One of those names was a person who drowned in Raystown lake within the 5 year period. This building may no longer be standing, so the curse may no longer be in effect.
A third party eyewitness account of the location” Really eerie. I know how to get there if ya'll would like to investigate it. Ya can't go into the
building itself cuz it's falling down. But the grounds and building I believe are haunted. Sensed something but don't know what. Spirits are trapped. I've
experienced sweaty palms, hair standing up, can hear the girls screaming in my head, other people I know have experienced hand prints on their body. I hope I don't sound crazy but I've seen orbs there.” (note: due to vandalism, the school building burned down)

credits

released November 13, 2013

Adam- guitar
Jovi - vocals

Bachata Country,Pennsylvania Punk, Rockabilly, A Capella, Garage, Lo-Fi, Psychedelic, Surf Band

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Track Name: Makin Me Gruesome
Hey hey sugar plum. I wanna tell you somin'
Your ass is makin me gruesome
Hey hey sugar plum, I wanna tell you somin'
Your tits are making me gruesome

Take you back to my house
Put my hands up your blouse
Take off your dress
Let's make a mess
Gonna get you high
Run my tongue up your thigh
If you don't wanna make love
We can always just fuck

Make me gruesome.
You make me grow somin'
Track Name: Take Cover
Take cover when you see me coming
Take cover, don't make a sound
Take cover when you see me coming
Take cover, hit the ground

I am not the man you think I am not the man you think I am
Track Name: Greasy, Grimey
Ya better understand, I'm the kind of man
Who ain't afraid to pull his blade and draw a line in the sand
You wanna run your mouth and disrespect my house
Ya gonna feel my stainless steel cut your tongue right out
Oh!
Come on!
Let's get greasy, grimey...yeah
You can't deny, I'm that kind of guy
Who can get hard in a graveyard and give it to you bone dry
Put my hand on your mouth, I'm gonna run it deep south
Ya gonna feel my electric eel, it's gonna make you shout
Oh!
Come on!
Let's get greasy, grimey...yeah
Track Name: Stirrin My Brew
Stirrin' my brew

You're makin' it bubble, you're makin' it boil.
My brew ain't never done this before.
You speed it on up and then you slow it all down
Slidin' your hips around and round.
Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble
I'm hypnotized and I'm seein' double.
My baby knows just what to do
My baby knows how to stir my brew

(You put the motion in my potion)