1. |
Handy Zombie
05:21
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Es gab ein mal ein Typ, der nur gucken konnten,
Und zwar war das natuerlich furtchbar,
Die ahnunslosen Handy Zombie,
Hat ohne eine richtung life
Eucht geht unter
Handy Zombie
Ein bisschen spaeter is ein Problem bekommen,
Es gab keine Eliktrizitaet mehr,
Die Handy Zombie hat eine Idee bekommen,
Und leider redetet er mit mir
Eucht geht unter
Handy Zombie
Fick die verfickten Handy Zombie Fotzen (x4)
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2. |
Hydrofluoric Acid
03:31
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Movements - stilted
Cartilage - disjointed
Motivation - focused
Butcher - is neglected
She's talking - I'm listening
Hydrofluoric Acid (x2)
So come and ride with me
Imprisoned, but flying free
This vodka on my breath
Hiding the stench of death
Purulence is infected
Incisions - inflicted
The cavities - desecrated
The dignity is eviscerated
She's talking - I'm listening
Hydrofluoric Acid (x2)
And so it goes...
She's talking - I'm listening
Hydrofluoric Acid (x2)
I'm on my garbage patrol
I'm slowly losing control
But in your heart I’m free
No kishka can hold me oh yeah
God help me, yeah!
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3. |
Never Stop the Madness
03:50
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From outside you can hear the growl
Of their cabal slowly gaining power
The tentacles are reaching far -
Fuelled on thuốc lào and trà đá! Allright!
Satan and we are one -
HÚT CẦN! (x4)
Black velvet and pig squeals,
Death metal and drug deals.
They live their life so fucking free -
Smoking weed and taking LSD! Alright!
Satan and we are one -
HÚT CẦN! (x4)
Never Stop the Madness (x4)
Never Stop the Madness MOTHERFUCKER (x4)
FUCK!
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4. |
Methgoblins
04:10
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I guess this is the way it ends
I'm losing teeth, I'm losing friends
I'm decrepit, obscene
I spent weeks in the same jeans
I spend everything I got
to Cash Converters for a shot
People say I'm wasted - I said: No.
I'm chasing, I'm chasing, I'm chasing!
Traffic cone, traffic head
Hoddle's Street's running red (x4)
Now I'm shaking on my own,
Nobody's picking up the phone
I keep on talking to myself
About my current mental health
It's curtains for this party,
All cooked on the glass barbie
People say I'm wasted. I said - No.
I'm fucking chasing, I'm fucking chasing!!
Traffic cone, traffic head
Hoddle's Street's running red (x4)
Ghouls on their way, methgoblins scamming, scheming
Ghouls on parade, they're gettin' high as fuck each and every day
Ghouls on their way, methgoblins scamming, scheming
Ghouls on parade, I'll pay you back next dole day cunt
One tick, one FIGHT,
One punch, one KNIFE,
One chance to
Wipe the slate clean
Sixteen to LIFE,
Six kids, three WIVES,
One chance to
Die defeated
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MUM
03:16
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Flyers on telephone poles
Posters in milk bar windows
Hey, where'd the fuck mum go?
Yeah, where'd the fuck mum go?
She’s been stuffed in a boot
She's being fed through a tube
Mum's been gone so long
Dad's singing songs - "Godspeed your love to me"
Dad’s in the carport hanging
Mum's in the hospital flatlining
The kids at school are asking questions
My life is just beginning
I looked into his eyes
Same ones that watched Mum die
Cops by the bedside
Just blink the switch - Let her die
It's all over the papers
My Dad's a sex party rapist
Swapped in mum for a new root
Killed her, left her in the boot
That fateful day in September
Dad by the shrine, yeah - I remember
And she's becoming so long
I WANT MY MUM!!
Hey Mum! I want my Mum! x2
Dad’s in the carport swinging
Mum's in the hospital flatlining
And even the kids are asking me questions
My life is just beginning
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RIP RIP
02:19
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Ride down to the sea (yeah)
Waves are crashing on me there
Take a dip in the sea
PM's splashing about,
The rip is taking him out
Oh no!
RIP RIP - the PM's deceased
RIP RIP - cease to exist
RIP RIP - dangerous places
RIP RIP - resting in pieces
Heavy undertow
Dragging him below
Now they can't find his clothes
And nobody knows
Dive into the waves
Cold watery graves
PM cannot be saved
Made to look like a fool
Melbourne memorial pool
Yeah!
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Red boy Green boy pink boy blue
Crawled across a desert of carpet
Desperation's vagrant scar
All across this alien thoughtscape
Dried up dead squid in a mirrage
Offered pity from a filthy cup
Eagerly they guzzled it down
Nerve Quake!
Evil praying microscope
All across this alien thoughtscape
Vultures circling overhead
Signal now it's the time for a lunchbreak
Yeah you walking through the valley of the shadow of death
Like you own the place
You'll bend you'll start to shake
Nerve Quake!
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