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| Horror is our business, our business is insane. closet full of bloody chainsaws, bag of bloody remains. we like what we do. we live for the bloodstains. murder for hire, cash for thrills and pain. HORROR INC. HORROR INC. HORROR INC. dont try to find us, cause we'll find you. mayhem and bloodshed, its just what we do. HORROR INC. HORROR INC. HORROR INC. |
| dead bodies on the street, hot pavement at his feet david left his message on the wall, david says it loud when the bodies fall dont go outside, in the summer head. dont go outside, when your knees are weak mr. monster, with a plan. cold steel in his hand blood for the family, blood for all blood for the family, on the wall he claims a victim every week. love from his father is all he needs poor little david is so misled. thoughts of his mother all through his head blood for the family, blood for all blood for the family, blood for all blood for hte family, blood for all blood for the family, on the wall |
| i feel my chainsaw cut into another arm of a creature, whos comin to do me harm but i wont let it, my will is too fuckin strong my fear has served me well, cause i'm still not in hell this battle wont last that long, only from dusk till dawn how many limbs, do i have to sever before they stop attacking, how much more blood on the floor but they wont stop, they're just mindless drones viscious teeth, from a creature not of this earth bite into me, soon it will be giving birth to the germs, that cause a man to start to change my fear has served me well, cause i'm still not in hell this battle wont last that long, only from dusk till dawn as i fight on, suddenly i change my mind the germs inside me, morph me into their own kind the blood thirst rises, i join the pack to start the hunt my fear has served me well, but i just entered hell this battle wont last that long, only from dusk till dawn |
| all the shit they play on the radio is leavin my mind dull and slow we're all brain fucked in stereo crap comes in a constant flow nowhere to go and no escape. forced victim of stereo-rape stop its growing, before it tries we gotta- circumcise the lies blinded by the deviation cant create good contraception for the lies and false information blow up the radio station nowhere to go and no escape forced victim of stereo-rape stop its growing, before it tries we gotta- circumcise the lies |
| it sticks to your back and burns through your flesh it kills off the plants and spoils the food it floats in the air and breeds in your lungs dont breathe cause it'll be your last dont move cause it moves too fast it stings your eyes and pumps through your veins it poisons your sperm and retards the young it blisters your skin and weakens your mind dont breathe cause it'll be your last dont move cause it moves too fast nerve agent! nerve agent! nerve agent! nerve agent! nerve agent! nerve agent! |
| what a day for suicide. its just a little cyanide few more to go but thousands died they never struggled, they never tried they just lined up and died, they died dont blame killer, its just too easy thousand ugly dead, stomachs gettin queasy tainted grape punch has muffled their cries but dont blame the man with the shifty eyes what about the dicks who swallowed his lies none walk away, none survive but you really gotta think, are they worth it alive? whos the real killer, with idiots dead the groups mindless dopes believed every word he said tainted grape punch has muffled their cries but dont blame the man with the shifty eyes what about the dicks who swallowed his lies yes its a murder of massive size but to follow is to die, when you believe in lies |
| authority has blinded you it clouds your common sense your dignity is fleeting and the suffering will commence we've followed rules that shouldnt be but now it all will change we've been slaves so fucking long that freedom seems so strange FUCK ERICS DAD! FUCK HIM UP THE ASS! FUCK ERICS DAD, FUCK ERICS DAD, FUCK ERICS DAD! go ahead and contradict yourself; it makes us laugh malice, lies, and hatred all exist on your behalf hopefully you'll realize that fascism is wrong its for the victims of these crimes drive drunkies sing this song FUCK ERICS DAD! FUCK HIM UP THE ASS! FUCK ERICS DAD, FUCK ERICS DAD, FUCK ERICS DAD!! |
| Lets judge the heathens and discriminate Ignore the facts, and pray to mask hate We'll trample on the rights of those who disagree Whatever it takes to reach heaven safely We dont care about your life We just know the bibles right Abolish facts that prove us wrong We know we're right, his voice is strong But wait- whats this? its just a book you say? surely men would never lie, the book must be gods way JESUS IS DEAD. JESUS IS DEAD JESUS IS DEAD. AND GOD ISNT REAL Follow the rules that are given to you Dont think for yourself, thats not what we do So dawn your helmet its a holy war! Dont stop to ask what the fuck its for Form your ranks as the enemy cries Dont worry my son, youre protected by lies Our enemies are the ones who sin An elongated plus sign leads our kin But no- youre lying. The book only holds truth I wont believe this slander- an attack against gods "proof" JESUS IS DEAD. JESUS IS DEAD JESUS IS DEAD. AND GOD ISNT REAL |
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| mashin teeth, crackin skulls just a thief beat with a metal pole busted eye, oozing sores give to the rich and beat on the poor i'd say its excessive but the way you twirl your club is really quite impressive smacked with a stick, till you give in call him a dick, he'll beat you again tires squeal, radio hisses get him to the ground, whack him till he pisses gettin tired of gettin hit its time to stand up, dont take no shit they'll have a blanket party on your naked body and your eyes have turned to black refuse and resist, to be beat to shit beaten till their spines crack i'd say its excessive, but the way you twirl your club is really quite impressive smacked with a stick till you give in call him a dick, he'll beat you again again and again and again and never again |
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| from clayton road to walnut creek from the streets of Pitt' to diablo peaks its not much but its my home its not much but its my own 925 pride 925 pride theres no alive like 925 925 pride 925 pride kids out here wont follow the herd from green dublin to 'ol concord i'll never leave, its my kinda town i'll never leave, always be around 925 pride 925 pride theres no alive like 925 925 pride 925 pride 925's the place to be for kids like you, and kids like me 925 pride 925 pride theres no alive like 925 925 pride 925 pride |
| Truncheons Tickle |
| truncheons tickle! please hit me again! make my bones stick through my skin! crack my ribs while im on the ground! oh what a pass time i have found! sir please smash the smile off my face now! truncheons tickle! i've said it before. crack my head onto the floor. what was i thinking, i disobeyed! but at least now you'll get paid! sir please smash the smile off my face now! truncheons tickle, i've come to know! i've learned my place with every blow! i dont know how i ever got by; without you here to keep me in line! sir please smash the smile off my face now! |