CHEAP HEX · HOLY TRASH · TRACK 01 OF 01

Holy Rotten Thing

Original prompt: Heavy grunge, noise rock, dirty garage punk, sludge riffs, raw distorted guitars, pounding live drums, snarling vocals, shouted backing vocals, basement show chaos, feedback, fuzz, anger, sweat, occult trash band, dark rebellious 90s underground rock, rough mix, ugly catchy chorus, no pop-punk polish.

White dress
Black lung
Cheap Hex
Bad tongue
Gold teeth
Split wing
Holy rotten
Holy rotten thing

I came in pretty
With my makeup smeared
Little dead angel
Everybody feared
Had a cracked-up halo
Had a mouth like gin
Had a Bible in my jacket
With a curse tucked in
You said, “Are you broken?”
I said, “Ain’t that sweet”
Then I dragged my shadow
Through the holy street
There were girls in the mirror
There were boys in the sink
There was blood on the roses
There was spit in the drink

And the room went red
And the bass got mean
You said, “What are you?”
I said, “Wait and see”

Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
I got dirt in my heart
And a mouth that sings
Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
I got wings made of trash
And a busted ring
Love me loud
Leave me sore
Kick me out
I’ll want more
Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
Everybody wants me
When I start to sting

Jessica screamed
With her boots on the bar
Tony lit a match
And called it a star
Cory hit the drums
Like the end came cheap
Jonathan laughed
In his cigarette sleep
Eddie drew a circle
In the beer on the floor
Said, “Baby, let it rot
If you want it more”
Then the amp coughed fire
And the ceiling shook
And I saw my face
In the bad god’s book

And the lights went low
And the walls went thin
You said, “Is this grace?”
I said, “No, it’s sin”

Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
I got dirt in my heart
And a mouth that sings
Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
I got wings made of trash
And a busted ring
Love me loud
Leave me sore
Kick me out
I’ll want more
Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
Everybody wants me
When I start to sting

Bless my bruise
Bless my bite
Bless my dress
In the bathroom light
Bless my rage
Bless my rot
Bless the girl
They forgot
No clean hands
No clean name
No soft little saint
No pretty shame
Spit once
Stomp twice
I look holy
Under bad red lights
Burn my picture
Break my string
I’m still your favorite
Rotten thing

[heavy distorted guitar breakdown, pounding live drums, thick overdriven bass, feedback squeals, shouted gang vocals chanting “holy rotten thing,” chaotic basement grunge energy]

Now the night is leaking
Through the cracked back door
There’s a saint in the hallway
Passed out on the floor
There’s a curse in the lipstick
There’s a spell in the stain
There’s a boy by the speakers
Saying my name
I should be sorry
I should act clean
But I was born from the static
Of a broke machine
So turn up the feedback
Let the whole thing ring
Cheap Hex is crawling
Like a holy rotten thing

Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
I got dirt in my heart
And a mouth that sings
Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
I got wings made of trash
And a busted ring
Love me loud
Leave me sore
Kick me out
I’ll want more
Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
Everybody wants me
When I start to sting
Holy rotten thing
Holy rotten thing
I’m still alive
And I’m still your king

White dress
Black lung
Cheap Hex
Bad tongue
Gold teeth
Split wing
Holy rotten
Holy rotten thing