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| + | ====== Paroles ====== | ||
| + | ===== Lars Frederiksen And The Bastards ===== | ||
| + | ==== 10 Plagues Of Egypt ==== | ||
| + | Strictly academic no doubt about it | ||
| + | Like the 10 plagues of Egypt total epidemic | ||
| + | Israelites demand it freedom demanded | ||
| + | Waiting in the sand is how they planned it | ||
| + | Enter a series of calamites | ||
| + | All things considered humanities | ||
| + | All the days of biotech will witness | ||
| + | All the days of darkness | ||
| + | Well the river turned to blood and the fish diedThe lice arrived and so did the flies | ||
| + | Sickness to the animals sickness to the humans | ||
| + | And hunger hit and the land was stripped | ||
| + | Hail storm the locust swarm | ||
| + | Civic unrest total annihilation while the evil armies march across the barren wastelands | ||
| + | Starvation did come | ||
| + | Great valleys did flood earthquakes erupt volcanoes | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Anti-Social ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Anti, Anti-social | ||
| + | An heir apparent to a heathen nation | ||
| + | Oblivion here I come | ||
| + | A nomad walking I'm the son of Satan | ||
| + | Anti, Anti-social | ||
| + | Introverted only by introspection | ||
| + | Hellion what I've become | ||
| + | Invade your lives with evil and murder | ||
| + | Brace your life among the light' | ||
| + | Blast in your foundation with chaos and aggression | ||
| + | You just might like what you will find | ||
| + | Just give it time, just give it time | ||
| + | Anti, anti-social I bring famine | ||
| + | Death and annihilation | ||
| + | Mideon a soul-less one | ||
| + | I'll greet you with fire and blasphemy | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Army Of Zombies ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | It's the end of Camelot | ||
| + | And if you're ready or not | ||
| + | You can smell the rot of an army off zombies | ||
| + | The whole world' | ||
| + | So don't you be mistaken 'cause we're setting the whole thing off | ||
| + | It's you it's me | ||
| + | Against an army of zombies | ||
| + | The temperature' | ||
| + | And the rhythm hypnotizing | ||
| + | The beat is uniting | ||
| + | A million people as one | ||
| + | The bomb is detonating | ||
| + | We're through delegating | ||
| + | No more commiserating | ||
| + | So shut your mouth and fight | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Campbell, CA ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night | ||
| + | We're meager disciples they gather in rite | ||
| + | It's time for the indignant paupers to speak | ||
| + | This town belongs to me | ||
| + | The gravel lines archways | ||
| + | The perilous streets were desperate deeds | ||
| + | Find buyers in heaps | ||
| + | God bless the concrete and chaos it keeps | ||
| + | This town belongs to me | ||
| + | The wind from the ocean it whistles in trees | ||
| + | My mouth stagnated by the cold that is brings | ||
| + | The end of the world is closer than it seems | ||
| + | This town belongs to me. | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Dead American ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Trench warfare dug in deep brutal bloody No retreat | ||
| + | American dead better than red another politician with a debt on his head | ||
| + | Bodies ripped covered in shit Napalm blitz the City is lit | ||
| + | Bombs blast mustard gas throat slash truncheon smash | ||
| + | Another story about another dead American... | ||
| + | One more story about a dead American. | ||
| + | Blitzkrieg flames buildings ablaze killings fields where the bodies decay | ||
| + | Torture racks machine gun racks never surrender it's an all-out attack | ||
| + | Money whores open soars plan quiet wars behind closed doors | ||
| + | Clandestine games human remains cyanide genocide | ||
| + | One more story about a dead American. | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Six Foot Five ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Coco March morning northern California back in 1973 | ||
| + | He grew up quick and told that he was nothing till the day he turned 16 | ||
| + | Broke outta town though he left a trail of violence a mile wide | ||
| + | No one knew little Jay Woods would end up Six Foot Five. | ||
| + | Five days a week he's working late shift at the C.B.S. Lumberyard | ||
| + | On the weekend he plays a little Rock And Roll on his 100 dollar bass guitar | ||
| + | How do you survive on those nickels and dimes his mother once did say | ||
| + | Put down your guitar get a good job cause Rock and Roll doesn' | ||
| + | Skinhead Roots Reggae Rock & Roll on parole | ||
| + | He said I don't wanna be more no fucking more | ||
| + | Big Jay's got no problem unless you wanna start one I suggest that you don't | ||
| + | Stay if you wanna make trouble he's quick to bust your bubble and send you on your way | ||
| + | Bustin our jaws his friends are outlaws | ||
| + | From their boots to their mutton chops | ||
| + | Most hated crew you know that they are true to the punx in the bastards | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Leavin' | ||
| + | |||
| + | Hey, fellows, have you heard the news? | ||
| + | The girls on the town are being misused. | ||
| + | I seen it all in a dream last night. | ||
| + | Girls leaving this town 'cause you don't treat 'em right. | ||
| + | |||
| + | I'm leaving, leaving here, (x2) | ||
| + | Hey, you fellows, better change your ways | ||
| + | Or they' | ||
| + | The girls say, and it rings so true, | ||
| + | We fellows run around with someone new. | ||
| + | I'm leaving, leaving here, (x2) | ||
| + | Yeah, one by one | ||
| + | Yeah, two by two | ||
| + | Yeah, three by three | ||
| + | Yeah, four by four. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Loving woman is a wonderful thing | ||
| + | But the way that we treat 'em is a crying shame. | ||
| + | One day, one day, and it won't belong. | ||
| + | And all them fine chicks be gone. | ||
| + | |||
| + | I'm leaving, leaving here, (x2) | ||
| + | Hey, you fellows, better change your ways | ||
| + | Or they' | ||
| + | The girls say, and it rings so true, | ||
| + | We fellows run around with someone new. | ||
| + | I'm leaving, leaving here, (x2) | ||
| + | Yeah, one by one | ||
| + | Yeah, two by two | ||
| + | Yeah, three by three | ||
| + | Yeah, four by four, | ||
| + | Oh yeah, Oh, yeah hah, | ||
| + | I'm leaving here. | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Skunx ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | In '82 I was the young one in the bunch | ||
| + | Initiation started and ended with a punch | ||
| + | As I got older I got scars to prove my worth | ||
| + | More times than others I fell face first in the dirt | ||
| + | Wo ho ho can't you see, you'll never take the gang outta me. | ||
| + | Runt in a pack of wolves | ||
| + | I was nosed up to the front | ||
| + | I preyed on the weekend soldiers who couldn' | ||
| + | Like Julius Caesar waited for the knife stuck in his bike | ||
| + | I stood so proud and tall and I won't go out like that. | ||
| + | Wo ho ho can't you see -- you'll never take the gang outta me. | ||
| + | Well all the kings before I cut down with my axe | ||
| + | I stoop atop this world alone without a scratch | ||
| + | With another victory I basked right under the sun | ||
| + | My war was over but a new one has begun | ||
| + | Wo ho ho can't you see -- you'll never take the gang outta me! | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Subterranean ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Gordy' | ||
| + | Brian Giffens lyin about the girls he's pullin in | ||
| + | Rabbit' | ||
| + | Drinking too much and doin heroin | ||
| + | Skinhead Lori got the glory Pasta' | ||
| + | Benny stole the sign right off the club caravan | ||
| + | Becker got a job | ||
| + | Erin went out on the nod | ||
| + | Knucklehead went to jail again | ||
| + | A subterranean perfume come a creepin round my nose | ||
| + | I know I'm with the cretins and deceitful lyin whores | ||
| + | I walk along these avenues for all of them I own | ||
| + | A destitute hopeless man with barely any clothes | ||
| + | Packs of lies like animals keep me runnin the night | ||
| + | Well I've withstood a decade in the vulture' | ||
| + | When the rivers of the innocent begin to overflow | ||
| + | I wait there for the spirits and I eat them to the bone | ||
| + | Well there' | ||
| + | Where the false prophets promise you Heaven and Hell | ||
| + | I scourge the underbelly of the city's seedy side | ||
| + | I monopolize in lawlessness deceitfulness and bribes | ||
| + | I'm the Anti-Christ a Poltergeist | ||
| + | I demand a sacrifice | ||
| + | I ain't so nice so be advised pure instinct I've survived | ||
| + | Mocking screams with laughter after you I'm comin after | ||
| + | I'm the pariah that brings the rapture and the seals I've opened wide | ||
| + | Robert showed up loaded got pissed and exploded | ||
| + | Yellin at Wes the skin for spillin beer | ||
| + | Terry Root came on in to calm it all down | ||
| + | Said, c'mon man we all gotta be in here | ||
| + | Dibble fought in his own war joined the Provo Marine corps | ||
| + | Alicia' | ||
| + | Gabe and Burl and some girl went to the end of the world Looking for weed from Joe Lenihan | ||
| + | |||
| + | ...Hey! This is Lars over here... and I tell you what, I'm just as fucked up as all those guys. But you know, that's just the way I remembered it. The Skunx. Yeah, the crew, the Skunx. That song's for all you guys. You know, past, the present, the dead, the alive. I'll always remember you... | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Vietnam ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | When I came back from Saigon | ||
| + | Everyone turned their head | ||
| + | No one put their hand out | ||
| + | No one shared their bread | ||
| + | I lost my wife, I lost my job, I lost my brother too | ||
| + | Blue collar kids got nothing to do with it | ||
| + | Nightmares of jungles and M-16's | ||
| + | Hippies give me shit in my army greens | ||
| + | Now I'm running the streets of Birmingham | ||
| + | 25 years since Vietnam | ||
| + | Some pull jobs some pull scams | ||
| + | But I'm just doing the best I can | ||
| + | Well it's very hard to realize that there' | ||
| + | The day I got on the plane was the day that I left the war | ||
| + | Arrived in Heatheron on a red eye flight | ||
| + | Down Kellet road I scored for the night | ||
| + | I took the tube through London town | ||
| + | When I woke up I was on mid land ground | ||
| + | Running the streets of Birmingham | ||
| + | 25 years since Vietnam | ||
| + | Some pull jobs and some pull scams | ||
| + | But I'm just doing the best I can. | ||
| + | Vietnam... Vietnam... Vietnam | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== To Have And To Have Not ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Up in the morning and out to school | ||
| + | Mother says there be no work next year | ||
| + | Quantifications once the Golden Rule are now just pieces of paper | ||
| + | Just because you're better than me doesn' | ||
| + | Just because you're going forwards doesn' | ||
| + | Well if you look the part well then you'll get the job in last year's trousers and your old school shoes | ||
| + | The truth is son it's a buyer' | ||
| + | Just because you're better than me doesn' | ||
| + | Just because I dress like this doesn' | ||
| + | Well the factory' | ||
| + | I don't know what I'm going to do | ||
| + | But I've come to see in the land of the free | ||
| + | There' | ||
| + | Well at 21 you're atop of the scrap heap | ||
| + | At 16 you were top of your class | ||
| + | Well I dropped outta high school in Cambell, CA | ||
| + | Got a guitar and I never looked back | ||
| + | |||
| + | ==== Wine And Roses ==== | ||
| + | |||
| + | Bring on the days of wine and roses | ||
| + | Riot squads and fire hoses | ||
| + | Two leaders try to speak but they don't make a sound | ||
| + | Autocrats run but they don't move around | ||
| + | Big money mergers but does that move ya | ||
| + | X-Ray vision I see right through ya | ||
| + | Do you remember when it was all bleak and black | ||
| + | When the old man move forwards and he never look back | ||
| + | But no one has a job no it's crime and torture | ||
| + | Cocaine epidemic and steel vultures stuck inside a fire | ||
| + | That is a cleanin super power contenders | ||
| + | No one is daring one super power left | ||
| + | Psychotic killer world wide assault ya it's a thriller | ||
| + | you don't want to be the one who's got to go to jail | ||
| + | If you're lucky I.M.F. will hook you up and you'll make bail | ||
| + | The menace of success oppress rebellion | ||
| + | The men who play chess with the human weapons | ||
| + | The rally of ideas is the question | ||
| + | The city awaits total annihilation | ||
| + | Living under the muzzle of a gun this is no holiday in the sun | ||
| + | It's disturbing it's subversion | ||
| + | " | ||