"Night of the Demons"

(Sticks Downey)
October 21, 2011

The newest Sticks Halloween track, released in 2011. Listen to it here, or download it for free here.

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."

One of two C.H.U.D.-based Sticks tracks from Halloween 2010. Download or listen.

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."

The conclusion of the legendarily ambitious C.H.U.D. duology of Halloween 2010. Download it or play it using the links above.

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"

The first Sticks Downey Halloween-centric track, released in October of 2009. Listen, download, pass it around.

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