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I Gut You Babe
02:57
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I’ve laughed when you stabbed my mum and cut my daddy’s throat
My sweet voodoo priestess sacrificed the goat
You handled the chainsaw like a beefy lumberjack
And my sister saw a red blur before the world went black
Well, that was lot of fun but the game is over now
Here comes our horror story’s epilogue
Well, that was lot of fun but the game is over now
Cause I won’t forgive you bitch for poisoning my dog
And I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
After you choked my grandma you winked at me and said:
Don’t be upset darling, she’ll rise up from the dead
I just need a scalpel and a few special toys
She may be a bit shrunken, but eternally yours
Well, that was lot of fun but the game is over now
Wipe your tears, it’s too late to regret
Well, that was lot of fun but the game is over now
Cause I won’t forgive you bitch for burning up my cat
And I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
I gut you, babe
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The creators were waiting for a miracle to come
The most perfect gift, a shining star, brighter than the sun
But the test tube wasn’t clean enough, a true monster was born
And the scientists had nothing but a good reason to mourn
He was dropped in holy water hoping he would drown
In the love of Jesus but his cross turned upside down
And he was just too cynical to ring inferno’s bell
Instead of serving Satan he created his own hell
Their sweet little Frankenstein won’t walk the holy path
His tragic way leads forward into the certain death
He’s ready for destruction, but no one cries for help
The one and only victim will be his own worthless self
We know this song is fucked up, we’re whining like a bitch
The riffs are fucking trivial and the choirs full of kitsch
But that’s the way we are now in this goddamn quarantine
We all have the Weltschmerz of a pussy emo teen
Their sweet little Frankenstein won’t walk the holy path
His tragic way leads forward into the certain death
He’s ready for destruction, but no one cries for help
The one and only victim will be his own worthless self
Their sweet little Frankenstein won’t walk the holy path
His tragic way leads forward into the certain death
He’s ready for destruction, but no one cries for help
The one and only victim will be his own worthless self
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Stop the Masquerade
02:20
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Without nasty carnages your life is just a void
You don’t leave no coroners, prosectors unemployed
But if Jason is your idol, we’ve got something to tell
Real cutthroats need no scary mask to do their hobby well
Live your life like a movie star
But don’t you hide the blade
Show your smile to the whole wide world
And stop the masquerade
Yeah, yeah
You can be the chainsaw guy who cannot feel no grace
It doesn’t make you special when you hide your handsome face
You can be the boogieman, the master of the knife
Your victims have the right to know who took their worthless life
Live your life like a movie star
But don’t you hide the blade
Show your smile to the whole wide world
And stop the masquerade
Stop the masquerade
Stop the masquerade
Stop the masquerade
Live your life like a movie star
But don’t you hide the blade
Show your smile to the whole wide world
And stop the masquerade
Live your life like a movie star
There’s no need to despair
Show your smile to the whole wide world
Even in electric chair
Fuck yeah
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Children of the Sewer
03:05
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Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
We conquer your land tonight
Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
We conquer your land tonight
We are lords of the underworld
But hungry for the light
And we’ll beat down your empire with every single bite
There is no use to move
We’re coming after you
And even the worst nightmare of your woman will come true
Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
We conquer your land tonight
We’re tiny entities
But we’re not cute at all
The entomophobic cowards should prepare for the fall
Despite of your disgust
It will be glorious
Through Kafka’s transformation you’ll become one of us
- Honey! There are some giant rats in the pantry!
- Don’t be silly! The cockroaches ate all of them.
- That wasn’t funny!
- Well then, I’ll show you something really really funny...
Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
We conquer your land tonight
Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
Children of the sewer
We conquer your land tonight
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Taste of Blood
02:43
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Once upon the ancient times the reaper was a jerk
It used a tiny entity to do his dirty work
It spread in a special way and there was no defence
Drinking the wrong person’s blood was a hell sure death sentence
But the 90’s are long gone and the science found the cure
That microscopic fucker ain’t no lethal anymore
You can play Countess Bathory without givin’ any shit
’Cause HIV is obsolete and cancer is the hit
So don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste of blood
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste
Have a glass of Magic Johnson’s Port from ‘91
Drinking Andy Bell’s finest is also utter fun
The Tiger Blood of Charlie Sheen gives you self-confidence
Enjoy it’s heady effects and get ready for the dance
So don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste of blood
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste of blood
Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid of the taste
Don’t be afraid (Come on, you pussies!), don’t be afraid
(Louder!) Don’t be afraid of the taste of blood
(Louder!) Don’t be afraid (Let’s get happy!), don’t be afraid
(You fuckin’ suck!) Don’t be afraid of the taste
Of blood
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Bloody Holly and the Ricketz Budapest, Hungary
Punk's not dead - it's just decomposing. Deadly unserious horror punk from Hungary.
559 years after
Vlad Tepes, voivode of Wallachia had 38 thousand Ottomans slaughtered along the Danube, Bloody Holly and the RicketZ was formed. The mere anniversary cried for a commitment to horror punk, but by sheer luck, you can find one or two Misfits fans in the band.
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