Kane Warren Hodder (born April 8, 1955) is an American actor, stuntman and author. He is best known for his portrayal of Jason Voorhees in four films from the Friday the 13th film series (parts VII through X). He is also known for his role as Victor Crowley in Hatchet.
Kane Hodder is the first actor to portray Jason Voorhees more than once, in a total of four movies. He has also portrayed horror icons Leatherface in the stunts of the 1990 film Leatherface: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre III, and a glove hinted to be Freddy Krueger's pulling Jason's mask to hell in Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday. He also appeared in an episode of The Arsenio Hall Show to promote Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan, in costume as Jason.
Although he offered to reprise his role as Jason Voorhees in the 2003 film Freddy vs. Jason, director Ronny Yu replaced Hodder with 6'5½" Canadian stunt man Ken Kirzinger. The switch created controversy among fans of the series and has been credited to several rumors, including Kirzinger's location in Canada, and his height compared to Robert Englund, the actor who portrayed Freddy Krueger. Though Hodder still expresses resentment over not being chosen, he is still good friends with Ken Kirzinger.
Patrick Wayne Swayze ( /ˈsweɪziː/; August 18, 1952 – September 14, 2009) was an American actor, dancer and singer-songwriter. He was best known for his tough-guy roles, as romantic leading men in the hit films Dirty Dancing and Ghost, and as Orry Main in the North and South television miniseries. He was named by People magazine as its "Sexiest Man Alive" in 1991. His film and TV career spanned 30 years.
Diagnosed with Stage IV pancreatic cancer in January 2008, Swayze told Barbara Walters a year later that he was "kicking it". However, he died from the disease on September 14, 2009. His last role was the lead in an ill-fated A&E TV series, The Beast, which premiered on January 15, 2009. Due to a prolonged decline in health, Swayze was unable to promote the series. On June 15, 2009, Entertainment Tonight announced the show's cancellation.
Patrick Swayze was born on August 18, 1952, in Houston, Texas, the second child of Patsy Yvonne Helen (née Karnes; born 1927), a choreographer, dance instructor, and dancer, and Jesse Wayne Swayze (1925–1982), an engineering draftsman. He had two younger brothers, actor Don Swayze (born 1958) and Sean Kyle (born 1962), and two sisters, Vickie Lynn (1949–1994) and Bambi. He was a sixth cousin once removed of news commentator John Cameron Swayze, and a relative of noted Texas Revolution soldier Henry Karnes. Swayze was raised Roman Catholic.
Yeah, it's dynamite
The way he takes his life
And then you jump in
With your qicked croquet heart
And then you fill yourself with cancer
As he burns at your feet
And then you spill your guys
That sexy disemboweling chic
It's like a kiss, kiss on the forehead
And it's how you kiss them
That just cracks my skin through
It's time to steal another kiss from your broad shoulders
It's time you lick my heart
And burn my eyes with your hip acid filled caress
You keep the endings coming
And I'll keep the vomit flowing
Your mating calls are showing
That the best thing in life aren't worth loving
What if I lined my lips with your poison then you'd better kiss me
You'd better make me give in, make me your everything
Come and get your kiss on the forehead
We'll blame it on the housing projects
What an index that could make for
What your body is scarred from, the bombs on the first floor
We'll blame it on the housing projects
Then flaunt that lower class depression
Just like you flaunt the fact
That you can't feel for nothing
18 years trying to get it right
Ballistic hematoma tries to suck
It's how I love the feeling
Of sex and desperation
Lose the pace, jam the legs
Panoramic lip gestation
That mutilation reeks of sex
Take that hemorrhage to my temple
That's why I love to smell the sex
In every heartbeat, killer
My lips don't work with vision
But my hips can't live without it
Danger, danger, just don't give into strangers
Selling blood that melts my likes
K I S S or K I L L
K I S S or K I L L
K I S S or K I L L
K I S S or K I L L
You're not quite immune like a heartache
But that's quite a catch
That's not like that
Creates that mechanism
To save us from the stench
Of selling poisons door to door
With blood that melts your hearts
Please just be my Chloe
If you'll be my Chloe
Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell
If you'll be my Chloe
Then I'll be your Jacob
If you'll be my Chloe
Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell
If you'll be my Chloe
Then I'll be your Jacob Sewell
If you were a kitten
Then they would skin you softly
That's how the ingrates
Keep throwing a second guessing
Win this war for me
Save your affectionate smile
For the knife stuck in your head
Cold-blooded cancer
Punchlines give you that quick death
You hoped for ten years ago
We should have let you die one month ago
Tie your hair back
I wanna kiss you before I kill you
It's only warfare, don't get technical
Every time, you tongue licks through my torso
Every time, you taste my blood
It makes me wanna know you better
It makes me wanna kill you like the Heathers
We should be back to back
But then it's difficult to stab you in the back
We should be back to back
But then it's difficult to slash through the throat
Exile the child's soul and she'll kill you at the altar
Exile the child to the thirteenth tower
Exile the child's soul and she won't find it
Is this a hold-up?
Is this a hold-up?
Is this a hold-up?
Is this a hold-up?
We're staging hold-ups, mind your throat
He'll strip your will like cancer
We're staging hold-ups, give a kiss
That crippled hunter holds your answers
He'll strip your will like cancer
Give me your silver hot signature, signature
Give me your silver hot, silver hot, silver hot
Signature, signature
Your eyes are next to follow
And that's hard for you to swallow
Your eyes, can't ignore your eyes
Can't ignore your eyes and they always lie
Tear the throat and drink her life
They'll drink the death from your eyes
Can't ignore your eyes, can't ignore your eyes
And they always win
Your blood runs silver hot
And then the bullets hit your heart and you die
Can't ignore your eyes, can't ignore your eyes
Don?t fear, don't fear me
He'll tear your apart
Read the message sketched in your heart
He'll tear you apart
I'll cry harder, I?ll cry harder
Over her blood, over her blood
I'll cry harder, I?ll cry harder
Over her blood
He'll tear you apart
He'll tear you apart
He'll tear you apart
Lung cancer is the new cocaine!
(Otis Williams is the cure)
Tell me, who wants that defecation running through their veins
Tell it honey, how you like it
How you want your neck perverted
get with the now
It's pulsing 1960
When cross burnings hit the ozone,
your orgasm is this year's argument for eugenics
So long! and take that chivalry with you
Why can't they see right through you
(You've got the liquid hips of a belly dancer)
Such a cassanova-esque quasi-libido.
Just like the tempting siren
You'll keep causing them to keep coming back
They'll keep coming back for a taste of
Decadent bile-flavored heroin-chic
(And you know that equals cool)
It equals another friendship down the tubes
You will be special someday
Wishing to see that child grow up
Only makes room for 10,000 more tears.
10,000 more times,
And reliving July never gets any easier
Every time it's time to move on
I meet someone who causes me to think again
About the past
(How dare they)
I'd rather forget that I was ever failing
But its not fair to them to forget
And when your throat burns up,
The linoleum never felt so good.
That's when my heart stops
Why can't there be a solution
(Just hope it doesn't remind you of when you took
the fun out of fun)
When you were six years old,
Did you ever say "that'll be me someday!"
After that first short wretch
(And yeah you looked so chic)
After all you never hated the glamour
And after your swagger leads you to the floor
Your pretty brown eyes are sick and lonely.
It's all about living for that moment
Dying for that moment you've always wished for.
Give your dead lips a smile.
365; I'll always miss 375.
I'd rather hear tires, than listen to the static
Than listen to them lick the pavement
(At the edge of the world)
And give up every moment to the floor.
He learned so much
But what's the point of knowledge
When that knowledge came so easily to her
Another nightmare that's a dream
Is it the norm to kneel before the edge of the world
And give up every moment to the floor.
What side says ground-war; which side says astral plane
(This side/that side)
Find out who asked for a line to be drawn
Hold my tongue between your teeth
Hold my lips between your eyes and stare me down
Truth be told, binary comes to me often
Truth says it's royally loyally subject to
Queen of suburban legend
I'd like to think her to think binary often
Run: error. Search: error.
(Truth says that binary's not worth the effort)
The error's in effort
The edge of the world
And it still seems worth the effort to be in error
Drawn to the door.
Drawn from the tires headed towards the door
And wishing deafness wishing I could
(Reject/replace)
Sunrise at the start of the driveway
Sunset at the edge of the world
Who wants to keep my promise
Who wants to meet the girl
Ecstatic
Automatic
Erotic
(Any which way we want it)
Sonic boom
You'll suck the birth of me
And my translucent enemies
I'd lose my legs for you
I'd raise my fist for you
Ten times the might of fashion
Kiss my lips for that chain reaction
It's a chain reaction, it's a medication
And I want to live forever
Shake your thorax to the footsteps
They'd love to taste the free air
They'd love to dream of blackmail
They'd love to bathe you in your former glory
Next stop, faith in the fact that
You'll have the answer to everything
Faster, faster, won't you make it
Faster one more time?
To breathe your breath in time
Your breath is out of time, make it faster
Now shake your hips with culture
Now point your fingers to the sky
Living in your kisses, living like a fascist lover
Save your ritual tragedy, it's time to celebrate our new
Noble complacent so lucid serenity
Take it from here and I'll save our eyes
With your forked tongue, living like a fascist lover
I want you to die
Every time I steal my heart
It's mine to steal as I please
And I can't afford your theft inside as insight
But your heart is monetary
That just kills me, it kills me, it kills me
I want you to die
Every time I steal my heart
When my eyes severe your embarrassing repertoire
Your bloodshot eyes even the score
Don't think I've had the pleasure
Don't think I've had the pleasure
Don't think I've had the pleasure
To remain so heartless
How can it seem so heartless?
How can it stay so heartless
How can it seem so heartless?
How can it stay
Bring that venom to my thought
I like the feeling of it, I like the feeling of it raping my symmetry
That middle class morale, that beaming heartless smile
You spoiled sweat tastes like a lie, liar
What's the next chapter the masses are waiting for?
It seems you, it seems you
It seems you want your heart to rot
I want to smile, want to smile
It seems you want your heart to rot
I want to smile, want to smile
Leave me cold, leave me hateful
Leave me cold, leave me hateful
(Ricky and Roma)
Roma, Roma
Leave me cold, leave me hateful
Leave me cold, leave me hateful
(Ricky and Roma)
Roma, Roma
I declare you a
I declare you a liar
I declare you a
I declare you a liar
I declare you a
I declare you a liar
I declare you a
I declare you a liar
I declare you a
I declare you a liar
I declare you a
I declare you a liar
I declare you a liar
I declare you a liar
You can see the spoiled death in you
You can see the spoiled death in you
I can see the spoiled death in you
Win this war for me
Save your affectionate smile
For the knife stuck in your head
Cold-blooded cancer
Punchlines give you that quick death
You hoped for ten years ago
We should have let you die one month ago
Tie your hair back
I wanna kiss you before I kill you
It's only warfare, don't get technical
Every time, you tongue licks through my torso
Every time, you taste my blood
It makes me wanna know you better
It makes me wanna kill you like the Heathers
We should be back to back
But then it's difficult to stab you in the back
We should be back to back
But then it's difficult to slash through the throat
Exile the child's soul and she'll kill you at the altar
Exile the child to the thirteenth tower
Exile the child's soul and she won't find it
In her heart to hate you
We may not have a common tongue,
But we all hate Bavmorda.
We've given her reason
Given her guile.
Given her prophecy,
But there's one reason to put you here,
Because we all hate Bavmorda.
I won't be complacent when our womb spits forth
A hopeful future.
That baby gets so ugly along the way
(And that hate is special in every way)
I'll stab you in the neck and spit upon your argument
Hand over your tongue,
That question never should have arose.
We should be back to back
And if I cut your skin off, you'd look just like me
And you'll be skewered like a boar,
When you stare into the sunset
(Thinking you can't trust a soul)
Those fallacies are cherished akin to chastity,
Though they're never given up as easy
"You're all pigs!" they scream
Destroy the beast and find the baby
No wonder its been so easy
Pigs can't stand the smell of blood
I'll give you my head, wouldn't that be so special
Wouldn't it be better if we were not so clever
And maybe we'll have better luck next time
Don't even take a chance
Don't even dip your feet in
You'll just break your neck
Prophecy is gonna rock the heretics
Was it memory black-out or was it
Hopeful visions of your head
Relieving your shoulders of burden?
Prophecy is gonna rock the heretics
Was it memory black-out or was it
Hopeful visions of your head
Relieving your shoulders of burden?
Prophecy is gonna rock the heretics
Prophecy is gonna rock the heretics
Prophecy is gonna rock the heretics
Prophecy is gonna kill the prophet
One hundred tons of hellfire, self-conscious prophecies desire
That it kills you, fills your vulgar mouth with reason
Our livelihood relies on your Riefenstahlic confidence
Your Reifenstahlic ignorance of guile
For wrath, it kills you, for spite, it kills you
For wrath, it kills you, for spite, it kills you
You, you, kills you
And I hate the taste of your blood, black as pitch
I'd hate it even more to see my skull, to see my skull
To see my skull mounted next to some pompous grin
Ooh yeah, that Mona Lisa smile makes me hate
Hate the taste of your blood, black as pitch
I'd hate it even more to see my skull, to see my skull
To see my skull mounted next to some pompous grin
Ooh yeah, that Mona Lisa
Just one thought and you?re filled with vulgar abilities
It comes naturally, I'd like to steal the best parts for me
Just one thought and you?re filled with vulgar abilities
It comes naturally when the best part comes
We should be back to back, should be back to back
Should be back to back
We should be back to back, should be back to back
Should be back to back
Just one thought and you?re filled with vulgar abilities
Just one thought and you?re filled with vulgar abilities
It's hard to fear the prophecies of a liar
We've seen your vulgar head before
Burning on a stake in the astral fire
It doesn't stop your guile, it doesn't stop a thing
It's hard to fear the prophecies of a liar
We've seen your vulgar head before
Burning on a stake in the astral fire
It doesn't stop your guile, it doesn't stop a thing
It's hard to fear the prophecies of a liar
We've seen your vulgar head before
Burning on a stake in the astral fire
We should be back to back, we should be back to back
We should be back to back, we should be back to back
Because it can't happen again
We've seen your black heart for the last time
We should be back to back, we should be back to back
We should be back to back, we should be back to back
Because it can't happen again, we've seen your black heart
Can't happen again, we've seen your black heart
Can't happen again, we've seen your black heart
Can't happen again, we've seen your black heart
You don't like dirt and I'm sick of cute
(Six strings can lie)
I'm elated now, the bigger picture lies a thousand fold
The whine is spoiled.
The whine is bored.
(It never gets any better like 15 going on 35)
You could never ever
(Win 2000 years out of mind,
And now it's 15 going on 35)
Optimism isn't congruent with my love life
Just have Ms. O'Toole take care of your needs
(Facades are boring when it's 15 going on 35)
It starts out so small and it should stay the same.
Five o'clock news:
The proportions are boring.
If it came out no more,
Would the front page make it aware.
It's hardly productive to fight on the astral plane
(You'll never beat me if you never could win)
They'll enjoy the view
Your point of view
When that bile burns your teeth
You'll know you really are in love
Hey baby, it's just the acid with the lethal tongue-kiss
That gears you off completely
That motif screams heaven
Like something umbilical
When it defies
And the opiate is spiteful
Threatening your ovum
And your ravaged torso
Bring us the still born and the midwife
And complete the stunning response to the spite
Dance away
Shimmy down the birth canal
When the cervix smiles
Such a wicked smile
Dream of your heroine
And let's begin
Dream of your heroine
And let's begin your death scene
Your death scene
[Incomprehensible]
I'm gonna give it to you(3x) bang!(4x)
I'm gonna give it to you(3x) bang!(4x)
I'm gonna give it to you(3x) bang!(4x)
I'm gonna give it to you(4x) to you!(3x)
I'm gonna give it to you(1x) to you!(3x)
Dance party at six million degrees
When you turn to dust it's so erotic
And that's just vanity,
Quadafi-chic just comes so naturally
Gulag's get so boring on the weekends
So take your fluorides and your Idi Amin-chic,
Those neutrons rip the sweat right from your pores.
Just wait until you hear our 100 year plan.
You'll change your stoic little minds
(Time to utilize the chloroform and iodine)
But Captain Mandrake, he,
Can see though all out fun he,
Can't shake his hips to genocide.
He can't catch the groove in genocide.
(3x)
Bring your lesions to the weekend
Bring your legions to the frontline.
(2x)
That chic is nothing but a rapist,
And that's not the sun.
(4x)
That chic is nothing but a rapist.(4x)
Why can't they see right through you
(You've got the liquid hips of a belly dancer)
Such a cassanova-esque quasi-libido.
Just like the tempting siren
You'll keep causing them to keep coming back
They'll keep coming back for a taste of
Decadent bile-flavored heroin-chic
(And you know that equals cool)
It equals another friendship down the tubes
You will be special someday
Wishing to see that child grow up
Only makes room for 10,000 more tears.
10,000 more times,
And reliving July never gets any easier
Every time it's time to move on
I meet someone who causes me to think again
About the past
(How dare they)
I'd rather forget that I was ever failing
But its not fair to them to forget
And when your throat burns up,
The linoleum never felt so good.
That's when my heart stops
Why can't there be a solution
(Just hope it doesn't remind you of when you took
the fun out of fun)
When you were six years old,
Did you ever say "that'll be me someday!"
After that first short wretch
(And yeah you looked so chic)
After all you never hated the glamour
And after your swagger leads you to the floor
You can say that James and Marilyn never looked so good