Ironstock Virgin

Lyrics: Evilizabeth
Vocals: Sandi Shue

Last year we made it to Evansville
We thought we'd make it through
Til the floorboard caught on fire
And burned Evil's shoe

We all jammed in the van
Room for air? No we're turning blue
And we left behind
Forced to leave behind
A coffin of booze

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This is the first time for us
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Reached the hotel
But missed the bus

Gotta unpack all the bags now
At least that is the plan
Get down to the Meet & Greet
Let the boys have the van

Saturday, on our way
Venders kicked, and the demo's rocked
But I thought I...
Yeah I thought I
Was gonna melt in my socks

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Saw all of our online friends
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Here the party never ends

Oooh, oooh, oooh

Weasel Ball, at the hall
Lots of food, fatal fashion show
And the music played
Yeah the music played
Look at Witchypoo go!

Ironstock virgins
There is nothing to fear
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We won't bite you
At least your first year

Ironstock virgin.. ooh ooh
Ironstock virgin
Haunters you will meet
From Missouri... and Hawaii... and Nebraska...

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh