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Gehennah
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Current | |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars (1992-2008, 2011-present) |
Member(bands): Timothy Griffiths’ Psychedelic Sunrise, Rob Coffinshaker, Rob Coffinshaker’s Underground Fire, The Coffinshakers, Nezgaroth | |
Mr Violence | Vocals (1992-2008, 2011-present) |
Member(bands): Satanarchy | |
Micke "Hellcop" Birgersson | Drums (1994-2008, 2011-present) |
Member(bands): Timothy Griffiths’ Psychedelic Sunrise, Dawn of Decay | |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass (2013-present) |
Member(bands): Invasion, Python, Bloodofjupiter | |
Past | |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass (1992-2008, 2011-2013) |
Member(bands): Turbocharged, Dragnagl, Ronnie Ripper’s Private War, Vomitory | |
Captain Cannibal | Drums (1992-1994) |
Member(bands): Dawn of Decay, Bay Laurel |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Kill | Demo | 1993 | Show album |
2 | Brilliant Loud Overlords of Destruction | Demo | 1994 | Show album |
3 | Hardrocker | Full-length | 1995 | Show album |
4 | No Fucking Christmas! | EP | 1995 | Show album |
5 | Hell Beer (Advancetape ’95) | Demo | 1995 | Show album |
6 | King of the Sidewalk | Full-length | 1996 | Show album |
7 | Decibel Rebel | Full-length | 1997 | Show album |
8 | Headbangers Against Disco Vol. 1 | Split | 1997 | Show album |
9 | Rise and Shine / Gehennah | Split | 1998 | Show album |
10 | 10 Years of Fucked Up Behaviour | EP | 2002 | Show album |
11 | Metal Police | EP | 2014 | Show album |
12 | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | Full-length | 2016 | Show album |
Kill
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Captain Cannibal | Drums |
Ronnie "Ripper" Olson | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
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1. | Intro | ||
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2. | Osculum Obscenum | Show lyrics | |
Symbolically I tread on the cross To show who I am and what I stand for At the evil river Styx I swear That forever evil I shall serve CHORUS Babtized in the liquid with the urines sweet smell I chew the sacramental water and spit it out again and to show my will I bow to the beast OSCULUM OBCENUM (HA ha) With my brother and sister I am now finally here We all gather in a circle Hold hands and sing unholy hymns |
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3. | Grim Clouds | Show lyrics | |
Shadows above, like serpents in the sky Outstretched thin shapes, removes the bright daylight Grim Clouds Threatening darkness, lies still in the cold wind Engraved in a moonshine, the only light now glowing Grim Clouds Repeat first verse Grim Clouds |
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4. | The House | Show lyrics | |
Resting... Waiting... For a visitor... A victim... TheHouse, is waiting... Longing... Needing... A soul... To possess... Who... Will enter... Their last... Nightmare... |
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5. | Guests... | Show lyrics | |
Welcome dear friends Make yourself at home Enjoy your time because its your last Something in the house Someone in the house Something in the house Someone... Yet it´s all forgotten But memories who do not exist Will crawl up to make you suffer Those little children I invite you to play Soon you will remain as memories Just like me |
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6. | The Sleep | ||
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7. | Secrets in a Mirror | Show lyrics | |
GO! I am watching myself in the mirror I see something new and exciting CHORUS Yeah Yeah Yeah TOTAL FUCKING DARKNESS Now I understand the secrets Helping my soul dissapear CHORUS Now it´s time to enter a new soul CHORUS |
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8. | Torture | ||
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9. | The Black Star | Show lyrics | |
We´re gonna kill you! Now! In the night the Black Star is rising shining so mighty and bright In my sky as mighty as the sun Dark and cold and by you forgotten In the night the Black Star is rising shining so mighty and bright I take the light of the star and place it in my heart Inside of me the flame will never die My own black sun beyond human mind The Black Star shines so mighty through the passage of my life as I see it burning my soul is filled with might You! Let´s go In my dreams I see the faces within the star They are staring at me with hateful eyes Eternal dark I´ve got the spark Evil faces that only I can understand Evil faces from another world The Black Star shines so mighty through the passage of my life as I see it burning my soul is filled with might! |
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10. | Necro Dirge | ||
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11. | A Visit | ||
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Brilliant Loud Overlords of Destruction
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Captain Cannibal | Drums |
Ronnie "Ripper" Olson | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
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1. | Winter of War | Show lyrics | |
I’m a warrior, a man of hate Standing in the snow, awaiting the battle My axe is thirsty, it wants blood I am ready, I will kill today Winter of War Now is the time for my enemies to die now is the time, I feel so high No mercy, I’ll kill you all I will win, I will never fall Winter of War Now it’s over, the snow is red I am calm, my axe is fed Longing for the next time I’ll kill Feels so good, gives me a thrill Winter of War |
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2. | Skeletons in Leather | Show lyrics | |
Chaos lives within our Metal, the Elders on our side To kill all tightness is our mission, defening we fight Disorted fuck shall crush your eardrum, Necrorip will slay Don´t dare to walk upon our path, Deathdrums leads the way Chorus: Skeletons in Leather, march out of Sodom raise your hands Sons of the Reaper, grant us the power and be our fans Destruction, war and pestilence, nothing beats our load A fist of steel strikes through your skull, your whole family explodes Whores are sucking on our strings, bitches out of Hell Who said our music should be clean, we´ll never play it well [Chorus] Explosive Heat, War, Total Death, pain, Crushing Noise, Loud, Bestial Rock, All that we give you... Dressed in black we live our lives and you can´t do a shit to make us slow down our riffs, piss of your feeble worms! Short hair is what deny, we spit you in your ears We are the poison in your veins and mercy we don´t know Satan sings our backing vocals, devils dance around They bang their horned heads to the rhythm, the witching speed is bound Watching from the burning stage, right into the flame Soon the volume breaks it all, the roof comes down as rain [Chorus] |
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3. | B.L.O.O.D. | Show lyrics | |
My life is Metal, Chaos and Death You can come along, but you may loose your breath I worship the dark one, I spit on your god Don´t need your friendship, but I need my Bud(weiser) Pre Chorus: I’ve got a CHAIN SAW Behind my back You better back off or I´ll break your neck Chorus: Brilliant Loud Overlords Of Destruction You better watch out when I’m on the loose Chaos and Metal, destruction and booze Don’t care if I’m right. Don’t care if I’m wrong This is my life, the way of the strong [Pre Chorus] [Chorus] |
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4. | A Black Majesty | Show lyrics | |
Swallowed by illusions Separated from the past My tomb is in your soul, but I will rise Your mortal life is false Find the path where you where meant to wander Find the lake where you were meant to float Taste the pleasures you deserve Just close your eyes from the blindning light I am the blackest of your secret dreams I am the deepest of your fears I am the wisdom that you hold but do not know I am the true you Behold! The kingdom you would rule Behold! The black throne where you cold sit You are a king A Black Majesty! |
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5. | Blood Metal | Show lyrics | |
Wandering in the breath of Destruction Wearing the skin of the beast Watching through the eye of the vampire Bleeding the blood of the goat Pre Chorus: Shrill crushing volume, a Sabbath on stage Thousands of decibels, screaming in pain Under the flag of old Metal we march This is Gehenna, Distorted and Loud Chorus: Blood Metal - Those who turn the other cheek Blood Metal - We just stab in their backs Blood Metal - We give the destiny to the weaklings Blood Metal - With our volume we can kill through the stacks We´re the equinox of cruelty and chaos We give the deluge of sound Volcanic hammers beats harder than war Thousands of fuckin’ bombs! [Pre Chorus] [Chorus x2] |
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6. | I Am the Wolf | Show lyrics | |
I am the wolf I am the beast I eat the flesh of the deceased Dark, in the frosty night Calm, the moon´s my only light Transformed, in my greatest mood Hungry, and I´m looking for some food I am the wolf I am the beast I eat the flesh of the deceased Smell, the smell of human flesh Smell, the smell´s so fuckin´fresh Hunting, the human little child Ooh yeah, I think I´m going wild I am the wolf I am the beast I eat the flesh of the deceased Children hunting: Stringburner - Ripper Screams, the humans run away Angry, I think I´m gonna slay Hunger is the only thing I feel Your flesh is for me the greatest meal I am the Wolf! |
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7. | The Call of R’Lye | Show lyrics | |
Clawing... The dreams are stuck in my mind Horrendous shapes of cyclopean kind Chtulhu calls from inside his seal Ripping in my head, oh ít feels so real! Though the pain makes me awake with screams Something makes me long for the dreams Dreams preparing for a new regin to be Night after night He´s calling me The Call From R´Lye Rising... Hazy visions of the city under sea Which now is rising from it´s seal I know the Old Ones shall once more reign Because I feel their power contained therein Yeah, the pain makes me wake with screams Yet something makes me long for the dreams The dreams preparing for a new reign to be Night after night He´s calling me The Call From R´Lys I greet the dreams... |
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8. | Piss Off I’m Drinking | Show lyrics | |
Executional missile launching: The Captain Suddenly she stood there close to me A woman too grotesque to even be I felt quite dim, but I was still aware That I was to drunk to see or care I said: Baby, Metal is what I need Not some bloody whore to feed She looked at me with stupid eyes Then I gave her my advice: Piss off, I’m drinking... Piss off, or die She didn’t seem to understand what I had to tell I simply said: I don’t want you, so you can go to hell I was born to play the highest level, living hard and loud I am into Metal and forever to be proud I said... Piss off, I’m drinking... Piss off, or die |
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9. | Burnin’ Strings | Show lyrics | |
The lights turns out But not for long Soon the amps will explode And you will burn to our song Your parents didn’t want you to go But you where stupid enough to come to our show Now you’re burning in volume-hell And you don’t really feel too well Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Total speed Special delivery just for you You’ll scream in pain, yeah that is true Leather, spikes and thunder in our stacks Just wait and see our Metal attack! Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Killing speed Burning barb wire convulsion: Stringburner Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Is what we breed Improved necroripping: Stringburner |
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10. | Bitch Sacrifice | Show lyrics | |
Watch the candles burn Watch ’em as I make you die Don´t care about your pleads for mercy Don’t care about the tears you cry BITCH! Watch the knife in my hands Watch it, it will take your life Your blood will float down the altar This is a Bitch Sacrifice FUCKIN’ WHORE! Demons will awake tonight, when virgin blood is spilled Dark forces will come down tonight, when a bitch like you is killed BITCH! Now the time is here The time for you to scream Then I watch your ugly corpse Oh, it makes me feel so mean BITCH! |
Hardrocker
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Band members | |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Hellcop | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Living Skull | Producer |
Volcanic Wolf | Photography |
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1. | Hardrocker | 03:34 | Show lyrics |
Too drunk to be silent, can’t stay on his feet With a horrible language he crawls down the street A pleasant condition, can’t hold down the food Fistful of vomits, he’s now in the mood When he starts tumbling and drops to the floor It’s the sign he awaits, he’s got to drink more Insulting the shorthaired, his arm starts to twist Their nose bones receives the speed of the fist He’s dirty...he’s alone...he’s metal to the bone HARDROCKER The most incedent back at school, he always skipped the class Told his teacher to fuck off and stick it up her ass He’ll never fit into the crowd, he’ll never lose his pride He won’t allow no shorthaired heads, he would rather die Shortcut hair in sight, no words are needed to start the fight All discondance must end in broken bones Enough to get him pissed, count the teeth you soon shall miss Footprints in your swollen face shows the way it must be done Criminaly tough and hard, headbanging where we lie Whiplash-damage, aching neck, still banging till we die We’ll stand together to the end, ain’t ever wimping out We live and die the metal way, loud is all that counts HARDROCKERS |
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2. | Skeletons in Leather | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
Chaos lives within our metal, the elders on out side To kill all tightness is our mission, deafering the fight Distorted fuck shall crush your cardrum, necrorip will slay Don’t dare to walk upon our path, deathdrums leads the way Skeletons of leather, march out of sodom raise your hands Sons of the reaper, grant us the power and be our fans Destruction, war and pestilence, nothing beats our load A fist of steel strikes through your skull, your whole family explodes Whores are sucking on our strings, bitches out of hell Who said our music should be clean, we’ll never play it well Explosive heat, war, total death, pain, crushing noise, loud Bestial rock, all that we give you... Dressed in black we live our lives and you can’t do a shit To make us slow down our riffs, piss on your feeble worms Short hair is what we deny, we spit you in your cars We are the poison in your veins and mercy we don’t know Satan signs our backing vocals, devils dance around They bang their horned heads to the rhythm, the witching speed is bound Watching from the burning stage, right into the flame Soon of volume breaks it all, the roof comes down as rain |
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3. | Say Hello to Mr. Fist | 02:22 | Show lyrics |
If you wear short hair you better beware This is metal warfare I’ll make you bleed that’s what I need I gonna crush your jaw just because I’m raw Learn the metal law Your legs I will chop If you listen to pop Say hello to Mr.Fist in your face In a bed you will lie in the mirror you cry You could as well die Your face I fuckin’ broke I’ll laugh till I choke Say hello to Mr.Fist in your face |
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4. | Brilliant Loud Overlords of Destruction | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
My life is metal, chaos and death You can come along, but you may loose your breath I worship the dark one, I spit on your god Don’t need your friendship, but I need a Bud (weiser) I’ve got a chainsaw Behind my back You better watch out or I’ll break your neck Brilliant loud overlords of destruction You better watch out when I’m on the loose Chaos and metal, destruction and booze Don’t care if I’m right, don’t care if I’m wrong This is my life, the way of the strong |
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5. | Winter of War | 01:52 | Show lyrics |
I’m a warrior, a man of hate Standing in the snow, awaiting the battle My axe is thirsty, it wants blood I am ready, it wants blood Winter of war Now is the time for my enemies to die Now is the time, I feel so high No mercy, I’ll kill you all I will win, I will never fall Winter of war Now it’s over, the snow is red I am calm, my axe is fed Longing for the next time I’ll kill Feels so good, gives me a thrill |
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6. | Beerzerk | 03:34 | Show lyrics |
I’m here to drag you in the dirt, kick you where it really hurts No matter how you kneel and beg, a crushing foot between your legs I saw you drinking from my glass, that’s why I mst rip your ass My fist awaits, my throat was dry, I smash my knuckles in your eyes A been in one hand, your teeth in the other I haven’t forgot when you stole from my bottle There is hardwire where your children play, your family pays for your mistake Your son is messed up really bad, your daughter’s shouting for her dad Your wimpy parents dressed in white, blown to bits by dynamite Your wife lies beaten blue and raped, she’s never gonna be the same (What a shame, ha-ha!) Your brothers shortcut discohair, made me throw him down the stairs In a wheelchair he got trapped, now he’s fucking handicapped I’ll atombomb your childhood town, burning down your neighboor’s house Your life is left in ruins now, as my boot is coming down |
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7. | I Am the Wolf | 01:59 | Show lyrics |
I am the wolf I am the beast I eat the flesh Of the deceased Dark, in the frosty night Calm, the moon’s my only light Transformed, in my greatest mood Hungry, and I’m looking for some food Smell, the smell of human flesh Smell, the smell’s so fuckin’ fresh Hunting, the human little child Ooh yeah, I think I’m going wild Screams, the human run away Angry, I think I’m gonna slay |
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8. | Blood Metal | 02:26 | Show lyrics |
Wandering in the breath of destruction Wearing the skin of the beast Watching through the eye of the vampire Bleeding the blood of the goat Shrill crushing volume, a sabbath on stage Thousands of decibels, screaming in pain Under the flag of old metal we march This is Gehennah, distorted and loud Blood metal - those who turn the other cheek Blood metal - we just stab in their backs Blood metal - we give the destiny to the weakings Blood metal - with our volume we can kill Through the stacks We’re the equinox of cruelty and chaos We give the deluge of sound Volcanic hammers beats harder than war Thousands of fuckin’ bombs! |
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9. | Crucifucked | 02:50 | Show lyrics |
Let us help you find your god, let us guide you to his land Where the pearly gates doth shines to the saviour he sent You should be fucking grateful, we will tell you what to do Shut your mouth, don’t ask why, stick with us and you won’t lost And we’ll put the bible where is belongs We know the perfect place, so bend over and kiss god’s feet With violent speed the holy book accelerates up your ass Now you see where we prefer to shove your fucking pages The shit you spread is just to us another form of AIDS What’s the bible anyway compared to real good porno You couldn’t let us live this life, now we won’t let you go, NO!!! Give us the power, give us the speed And we take you to a place you never thought you’d see With violent speed the holy book accelerates up your ass Your knees are rattling, you’re so scared, you’ve standing all alone We are really hostile, we are metal to the bone Now it’s time for you to know how violence can change your looks With broken fingers, busted balls and your ass filled with a book Yeah, we have put the biblic where it belongs It is the perfect place, don’t you dare to disagree! |
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10. | Bomb Raid over Paradise | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
You were so happy living in paradise You felt so good your religion wasn’t lies But it’s something I want to tell Suddenly your paradise turns into an exploding HELL Bombraid overparadise Can you feel the heat Bombraid overparadise Christian flesh turns into dead meat The skeletons in leather fucking attack We bomb we burn and we crack We bomb away the christian race And the biggest bomb we place in god’s face Bombraid overparadise |
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11. | The House | 02:32 | Show lyrics |
Resting... Waiting... For a visitor, a victim... The house is waiting... Longing... Needing... A soul To possess... Who... Will enter... Their last... Nightmare... |
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12. | Gehennah | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
The hellish noise becomes unbound When the witching hammers sound Unleashed powers of ancient force Released with our metal as the source No, no, my little boy You can’t escape, you satan’s toy! Look into the raging fire Don’t you feel a calling desire Little children walking Through flames Sacrifice the Moloch the strange Gehennah! Forced by apostate Israelites To still the monsters appetite Brought to life at the world’s dawn In Hinnom’s valley we were spawn |
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13. | Piss Off, I’m Drinking | 03:19 | Show lyrics |
Suddenly she stood there close to me, a woman too grotesque to even be. I felt quite dim, but I was still aware that I was too drunk to see or care. I said: Baby, metal is what I need, not some bloody whore to feed. She looked at me with stupid eyes, then I gave her my advice: Piss off, I’m drinking... Piss off or die! Piss off, I’m drinking... Piss off or die! She didn’t seem to understand what I had to tell. I simply said: I don’t want you, so you can go to hell. I was born to play the highest level, living hard and loud. I am into metal and forever to be proud! Baby, metal is what I need, not some bloody whore to feed. She looked at me with stupid eyes, then I gave her my advice: Piss off, I’m drinking... Piss off or die! Piss off, I’m drinking... Piss off and die, you fucking bitch! |
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14. | Psycho Slut | 02:30 | Show lyrics |
He’s a transvestite, standing on the streets Looking for someone to eat Wearing falsies, spikes and leather Nobody can resist "her" He’s a red light ripper, send you to hell Red light ripper, doing well He’ll take you up into his room And rip you to pieces pretty soon And then in the sewer your remains will be lost We’ll you don’t have to worry about the cost Red light ripper, looking hot Red light ripper, satanic psycho slut Psycho slut, loves his knife as he loves his wife Psycho slut, won’t take your virtue, but your life! "Hey bitch! Want some cash?" He won’t leave without your flesh "Yeah babe, make me loose my breath..." That slut will fuck you to death! |
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37:21 |
No Fucking Christmas!
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Band members | |
Hellcop | Drums |
Combatcommander R. Ripper | Bass |
Garm Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Living Skull | Producer |
Volcanic Wolf | Photography |
D. Ironmountain | Cover layout |
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1. | Sathana Claus | 03:39 | Show lyrics |
Sathana Claus (Music & Lyrics: Ripper) Christmas is here again filled with hope The time of year to use the soap A little boychild runs to open the door But it leaves Him bleeding on the floor Cause Father Christmas full of grace Kicks the door into his face It breaks his nose with the loudest sound Yeah, father Christmas has come to town Santa is drunk, Santa is out of control Santa is drunk, Santa is out on parole He doesn’t care about christmas lists And snotty children makes Him pissed His only interest is drinking beer He won’t get sober, not this year Santa is drunk, Santa is out of control Santa is drunk, Santa is out on parole Beware of Sathana Claus...Look out for Sathana Claus... Look out!!!!! (Chemical warfare against the soap/Stringburner) With the whiskeybottle in His hand He takes a bite from the family ham He doesn’t notice or doesn’t care And starts to shit in His underwear The hairy legs turn to brown His trousers changes shape He laughs the family in the face Cause he is not ashamed Santa is drunk, Santa is out of control Santa is drunk, Santa has jumped the parole Christmas is over but not the booze Don’t care about jail, He’s on the loose Rudolf the reindeer has been shot And virgin Mary was raped, that slut! Take your time to heal your bones You are a nervous wreck But Santa knows where all of you live And next year He’ll be back!!! Santa is drunk, Santa is out of control Santa is drunk, Santa has jumped the parole Sathana Claus |
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2. | Merry Shitmas! | 03:41 | Show lyrics |
Merry Shitmas! (Music: Stringburned Lyrics: Violence) It’s Christmas morning and You’re so glad Gonna get some presents from Mom and Dad You take a look under the Christmas tree A very special present You now can see The special present can’t wait ’til later In your excitement You rip off the paper Suddenly You notice a very strange smell It’s from the present, You can tell Merry Shitmas! Santa’s very special big surprise A sausage of shit surrounded by flies Merry shitmas, stupid child This is what you get for being nice and mild Very Merry Shitmas! (The shitmas carol/Stringburner) Repeat verse 3 Merry Shitmas! |
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07:20 |
Hell Beer (Advancetape ’95)
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Micke "Hellcop" Birgersson | Drums |
Ronnie "Ripper" Olson | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
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1. | Blood Metal | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Wandering in the breath of destruction Wearing the skin of the beast Watching through the eye of the vampire Bleeding the blood of the goat Shrill crushing volume, a sabbath on stage Thousands of decibels, screaming in pain Under the flag of old metal we march This is Gehennah, distorted and loud Blood metal - those who turn the other cheek Blood metal - we just stab in their backs Blood metal - we give the destiny to the weakings Blood metal - with our volume we can kill Through the stacks We’re the equinox of cruelty and chaos We give the deluge of sound Volcanic hammers beats harder than war Thousands of fuckin’ bombs! |
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2. | Brilliant Loud Overlords of Destruction | 02:43 | Show lyrics |
My life is metal, chaos and death You can come along, but you may loose your breath I worship the dark one, I spit on your god Don’t need your friendship, but I need a Bud (weiser) I’ve got a chainsaw Behind my back You better watch out or I’ll break your neck Brilliant loud overlords of destruction You better watch out when I’m on the loose Chaos and metal, destruction and booze Don’t care if I’m right, don’t care if I’m wrong This is my life, the way of the strong |
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3. | Say Hello to Mr. Fist (In Your Face) | 02:20 | Show lyrics |
If you wear short hair you better beware This is metal warfare I’ll make you bleed that’s what I need I gonna crush your jaw just because I’m raw Learn the metal law Your legs I will chop If you listen to pop Say hello to Mr.Fist in your face In a bed you will lie in the mirror you cry You could as well die Your face I fuckin’ broke I’ll laugh till I choke Say hello to Mr.Fist in your face |
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07:31 |
King of the Sidewalk
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Band members | |
Hellcop | Drums |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Old Nick | Vocals (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Living Skull | Producer, Mixing |
Volcanic Wolf | Photography, Logo |
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1. | Rock-n-Roll Patrol | 03:00 | Show lyrics |
We got a call on the telephone it was a rocker who Had problems at home He had a message that set of the alarm His neighbor bought an acoustic guitar Hey, hey, what’s that you’re saying? I can’t hear him, but I know he’s playing! We know your problem, just leave it to us... We’ll put him on the next hospital-bus! And there it was, the scene of the crime This neighbor really stepped out of line We knew the one thing that we had to do Break that guitar and the neighbor too Knock knock we know that you’re home And we’ll make sure you won’t play another tone Come and open or we’ll break down the door We’re gonna spread your teeth across the floor Remember your face, the nose you were born with It won’t look the same as it recently did A punch on your mouth, both eyelids turns blue The Rock’n’Roll Patrol has rearranged you The whole apartment was silent and locked He wouldn’t answer when we knocked We used a crowbar to get inside, under the bed we Found him trying to hide We pulled him out, held him down on the bed Smashed the guitar against his head Break his lips, break his lips Shut the front door on his fingertips A final kick on his teeth real hard Then we headed for our favorite bar But we got angry, from the stage we could hear Acoustic ballads reaching our ear!!! That’s it someone must pay!!! With swinging crowbars we attacked the stage We grabbed his short hair by the roots And replaced his front-teeth with our boots |
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2. | Hellstorm | 02:34 | Show lyrics |
You watching TV with your parents The whole house starts to shake The walls are falling the floor is crumbling You think it’s an earthquake You should see the look on your face When you find out what it is The windows are exploding And your guts gives mom a kiss Rushes out from hell with more violent speed than light Legions of satanic noise comes for you tonight The hellstorm The hellstorm drawn across the land And leave a trail of death Satan says: "Listen to metal Or taste the hellstorm’s breath!" You try to find a metal record You cry out in despair At last you find one, but it’s no use Your mom has cut your hair! Join the line of execution, soon you’ll detonate Death by Gehennah is the false one’s fate The hellstorm |
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3. | Bitch with a Bulletbelt | 03:29 | Show lyrics |
Born in the gutter, she was a filthy girl Tough motherfucker, no mama’s pearl Criminal since the age of four When she’s around you better lock your door She’s a bitch with a bullet-belt She’s got the biggest tits you’ve ever felt Can’t resist her fatal charm But if you’re wimpy she’ll break your arm Bitch with a bullet-belt, she’s a bitch with a bullet-belt If you touch her tits without paying first I’ve told you, fuckface, she’s gonna fucking burst So if you really wanna get laid You’d better make sure that she gets paid Bitch with a bullet-belt, she’s a bitch with a bullet-belt Now metal is all that she listens to Drinking and banging is what she wants to do She ain’t nice, no, she’s really rude A cool pornoslut with an attitude |
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4. | King of the Sidewalk | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
I’m the first in line, a wellknown face, a V.I.P. in everyplace My goal’s set high to feel alright, get even more drunk than last night At the fucking bar the floor I hit, don’t need no chair, I’m too drunk to sit A girl comes asking me to dance, "Of course not, whore, so kiss my ass" The bartender refused me more to drink So I hit him on the nose, cause his bar stinks I try to leave but I just can’t find the door They throw me out to an all-night open store In to the store, proud of myself, with empty pockets and drunk as hell I bounce between the food and stoof, convinced I’m still not drunk enough A six-pack beer and a porno-mag is what I need in my shopping bag The paper of a six-pack is my royal crown I’m the one who’s thrown out from every bar in town King of the Sidewalk Back in the streetlight, stolen brew in my hand I behave like a asshole, a horrible man Loud and unpleasant, always the worst A king of bad manners, proud of my thirst Bought or homemade booze, don’t really mind Cause you’re still able to drink even if you’re blind To see double or nothing is what I choose As long as I can feel the taste of booze I’m the first in line, a wellknown face, a V.I.P. in everyplace My goal’s set high to feel alright, get even more drunk than last night Totally gone I sleep somewhere ’til dawn Don’t know where I’ve been, I wake up on someone’s lawn I find yesterday’s dinner all over my chest On my leatherjacket and on my blue jeans-vest The paper of a six-pack is my royal crown I’m the one who’s thrown out from every bar in town King of the Sidewalk |
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5. | (You’re the) Devil in Disguise (Elvis Presley cover) | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
[Originally written, composed and performed by Elvis Presley ] You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got wise You’re the devil in disguise Oh yes you are The devil in disguise You fooled me with your kisses You cheated and you schemed Heaven knows how you lied to me You’re not the way you seemed You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got wise You’re the devil in disguise Oh yes you are The devil in disguise I thought that I was in heaven But I was sure surprised Heaven help me, I didn’t see The devil in your eyes You look like an angel Walk like an angel Talk like an angel But I got wise You’re the devil in disguise Oh yes you are The devil in disguise You’re the devil in disguise Oh yes you are The devil in disguise Oh yes you are The devil in disguise |
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6. | Bang Your Heads for Satan | 02:30 | Show lyrics |
Rock’n’roll stud Heavy metal blood Guts of steel, it’s for real A touch of death your feel Killing command Do as we demand Soon you’ll die, don’t ask why Kiss your ass goodbye Bang your heads for satan Come on you wings Whores and pimps Crash your heads against the wall The whole world soon shall fall Kicked in the teeth Attacked from beneath Bite the bullet, taste the sound Drumk until you hit the ground Bang your heads for satan |
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7. | Chickenrace | 03:21 | Show lyrics |
Every string bent out of time, blood metal overdose Metalheads, come bang’em wild, let’s show’em who’s the boss Rule this place with iron hands like a concentration camp Loyal to the metal life, smell the burning amps We’re banging our heads faster and faster If someone won’t do it, then throw out the bastard! Violent fists pounding all around There’s no fucking control, only sound Hot like death valley, rock’n’roll rally Chickenrace We’re speeding down the metal highway, hold on to your balls Our hardrock-tank will race you all and run over the false We’ll go against all fucking odds, come with us, share our pride You’re with us or against us now, bang or step aside!!! More that head and bang it hard unless you want a fight We’ll grab your neck, swing all around and kick you out of sight Heavy metal, heavy metal, screaming in our heads We don’t complain it’s here to stay until we’re fucking dead We’re banging our heads ’till the death!!! |
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8. | Tough Guys Don’t Look Good | 01:50 | Show lyrics |
You feel your hair with hair-mousse, you fill it with shampoo We’ll crush your face with crowbar, that’s what we’re gonna do You exercise and run, you wanna be in shape But when you’re outside jogging your girlfriend we will rape Tough guys don’t look good We’re long-haired and we’re dirty, we’re ugly and we smell But if you’re in our way we’re gonna give you hell Tooth brush is unknown to us, the dentist cries in fear And instead of doing exercise we drink a lot of beer Tough guys don’t look good We drink whiskey like water, we’re drinking wine and booze And if you wanna fight us you’re gonna f**kin’ lose So if you not one of us, you’re our enemy You’ll wake up in a hospital, that’s where you’re gonna be Tough guys don’t look good |
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9. | Saturdaynight Blasphemer | 03:11 | Show lyrics |
Thrown out from a party because I was too loud Touching tits, throwing up and falling all around I wasn’t really welcome, so I punched the host Insulted all the other until they broke my nose Too drunk to feel my bleeding nose I leaned against the church I though: "the wine they store here surely would be nice to ease my thirst" Said and done, I smashed a window by falling through the glass Suddenly I was inside and I almost broke my ass Saturday night, my toungue is too dry Becoming sober now isn’t normal for a man Saturday’s not over, not meant to get sober But with some wine I can be myself again At last I found the bottles, every inch of me screamed "Thirst" I drank and drank until I dropped, I was about to burst The liquid has repaired me, all injuries was cured I’m gonna cause some damage here, let’s hope they’re not insured My stomach felt explosive, I pulled my trousers down I laughed and shit a long one upon the priest’s gown The bible comes in handy when it’s time to wipe Then I push the shitty paper down the organ pipes, ha ha! On the Sunday meeting, when the organist shall play You’ll cover your noses to avoid the stench and run away And when you come to babtise your ugly little daughter You’ll find my vomits floating in the holy water, ha ha ha ha ha!!! |
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10. | Bulldozer | 01:58 | Show lyrics |
100 on the rightscale Maximum volume is a must Don’t care if we go to jail Cause in metal we trust We’ll run you over, we’ll run you over We’ll run you over like a fucking Bulldozer A loud fucking tone Faster than lightning, faster than sound A big machine of stone Hammers you into the ground We’ll run you over, we’ll tear yoou down Like a Bulldozer we’ll crush your town We’ll crush your town |
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11. | Demolition Team | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
We are starting a riot tonight Ready for some action, prepared for a fight Asking for trouble, we want the thrill You better stay away ’cause we’re ready to kill Demolition team, we’re so fucking mean Ain’t never gonna betray our scene No, we’ve no glass but we will kick your ass If you don’t join our heavy metal mass We’re getting wilder for each day If you wanna live, then get out of our way Won’t accept no disco, won’t accept no dance We’re to trendy assholes, we are heavy metal fans D.E.M.O.L.I.T.I.O.N. T.E.A.M. |
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31:37 |
Decibel Rebel
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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1997 | Osmose Productions | OPCD 065 | CD | |
1997 | Osmose Productions | OPLP 065 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
2015 | Osmose Productions | OPLP065 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
2015 | Osmose Productions | OPCD065 | CD | Reissue |
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Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rocka Rogga | Vocals (additional, track 4), Vocals (choirs) |
Fred Estby | Vocals (additional) |
Jocke | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Fred Estby | Producer, Engineering |
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1. | Beat That Poser Down | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
The poser spends his life just polishing his act Beat him! His suntanned face is made to hurt, convince him that’s the fact Beat him! He’s not a friend or brother, this time he’ll face our crowd Beat him! Teach him that on our streets posers aren’t allowed Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! A poser’s personality won’t wash away with soap Beat him! You have to hurt him really good, then there might be some hope Beat him! Chase him though the alleys, through ever street in town Beat him! In the name of metal, beat that poser down! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! Come here little poser, wipe away your tears Beat him! A wise man said something that you’ve just got to hear Beat him! "-A really good bashing is what poser needs...-" Beat him! And you know what? We all agreed! Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! |
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2. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen Don’t think I am in love, babe, but I love beer And when that sixpack’s gone I am leaving, that’s crystal clear These wonderful gifts that you give me you know I can’t repay And if you weren’t so goddamn ugly, I would marry you someday I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen |
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3. | Hungover | 02:26 | Show lyrics |
I went to the local bar and got pissed again That’s where they throw me out every now and then Too drunk to behave, unconsious on the floor Last night was of course not different at all I drank to much to walk and I punched instead of talk That must be a reason why they threw me out so soon HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! Punding headache, the morning after is here Loss of memory, drank too many beers Don’t know where I am, again I slept in my clothes Have to pick some dried vomits from my nose The cash I had is gone, don’t know what’s said or done I only have some flashbacks and a head that doesn’t fit HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! I wish this day would pass on really quick Can’t even think of booze without feeling sick Disgusted by the thought of tasting beer But the thirst is back when the afternoon is here My hands still shake like leafs, I need alcoholic relief Now the thirst sets in again and I accept it with a smile HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! |
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4. | Decibel Rebel | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Cruising for a bruising, I am coming through No light at the end of the tunnel but that’s nothing new I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! I am on my way on the highway going down Nothing can stop me, I am taking this town I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! Some think I am an angel in a torn and dirty gown But most of them will tell you I am meanest one around I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, take you for a screw! |
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5. | Hellhole Bar | 03:15 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been dragged, I’ve been chained, I’ve been kicked out from the door I’ve been sleeping, I’ve been crawling, I’ve been pissing on their floor I’ve thrown glasses, throw bottles, throw tables, throw chairs I’ve acted like a maniac but nobody cares, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Saturday night, I am loaded as hell I’ve been drinking whiskey all day and I am feeling quite well When clock strikes ten it’s time to find some action And I know just one place where we can get satisfaction, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Fighting, drinking, crawling, brawling Chear sluts, headbutts, bad shots, knife cuts (Grabbing the barmaids breasts: Stringburner) Down at the hellhole bar, that’s where the rough boys stay If you ain’t got what it takes, then just stay away Better show what you’re made of in themoment you arrive If you’re acting like a wimp then you won’t survive, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar |
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6. | Get Out of My Way | 02:18 | Show lyrics |
I see you and your disgusting looks with your boyfriend on the streets every day Now you’re taking up space in my favourite bar, trying to get one night lay Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! I say: Stand by your stupid man, bitch ’cause you ain’t ever gonna find another You say you wanna try to get some action tonight, well I tell you don’t even bother Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! If there was just a little inch of pride behind that fucked up face you’ve got You’d make an already too long story by ending it with a rifle- shot Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! |
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7. | Under the Table Again | 02:44 | Show lyrics |
People tell us we are wrong just because our hair is long They say we’re lazy we should grow up, to cut out hair and work in some shop They’re always telling us we’re wasting precious years But our only waste of time is when we don’t drink some beer We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I made myself some alcohol, I drank quite much and I lost control I drank two litres, maybe three, then I woke up at the emergency They think I’m a loser, a drunk who’ll never learn By though my liver slowly shrinks it’s none of their concern We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I wake up with some food in my hair and wonder what it’s doing there Hungover stinking cigarettesmoke, the mourning after ain’t no joke Hardrockers and bottles in a pile of the floor Wake’em up it’s time to drink some more We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again |
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8. | Street Metal Gangfighters | 02:51 | Show lyrics |
This is our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets They know that if we catch them they there they surely will loose their teeth We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Come to us if you wanna fight, we’ll face you man to man We’ll mett you in the streetfight with ironchains in hand With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Whipping chains swings in the air Fight fight! Broken glass everywhere Fight fight! Rival gangs on the run Fight fight! Beaten down one by one Fight fight! We’ve all got scars from fighting hard but they’re the ones who bleeds This is still our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters |
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9. | Rocking Through the Kill | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill I don’t think that hell will never ever freeze Cause our metal will always turn up the heat If you don’t like it, you’d better watch fucking out Or we’ll just show you what we’re all about People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rockig through the kill Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill |
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10. | 666, Drunks & Rock’n’Roll | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Our hair might be greasy but we don’t give a shit Cause every song we ever write is bound to be a hit Maybe we look dirty and might not smell that nice But you must give us credit for the way we attract flies 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 You think we’re responcible and don’t think very clear While you stay super for the gig we drink a crate of beer You think what we will be too drunk and maybe that’s true But when it all comes around, we’re louder than you We’re drunk we’re loud we damage the crowd! 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 When the gig is over it’s time to drunk for real We drink until we break our bones, then we drink to heal We storm the streets, creates a scene, then we get thrown in jail Well we can afford it, OSMOSE will pay the ball 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol |
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11. | I Fucked Your Mom | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Your sister is ugly and your mother is a whore She wanted to abort you but she was too poor Your father is a junkey and your brother was a nut When he was playing in the street he was crushed by a track Now let me tell you all about the other night I sneaked into your mother’s bedroom when she turned off the light She layed there in her filthy bed sleeping like a dead I woke her up and shouted out commanding her to spread Then I fucked your mom Yes I fucked your mom She did exactly as I planned did not refuse a bit I look at her and realized, o boy she looked like shit Deep inside her worm our pussy I started the rotation But when I felt her disgusting smell I lost my motivation But I fucked your mom That’s right I fucked your mom I pulled my dick out of her cunt but then she wanted more I climbed out through the window then I pissed in your front door Now I’ve got the proof that your mother is a slut One night I’ll be back and then I’ll fuck her in the butt I fucked your mom I fucked your motherfucking mom! |
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12. | We Love Alcohol | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
Since the first beers we drank they knew we were no saints Our parents though we were their pride but we’ve really proved we ain’t We went downhill so long ago we’re the outcast no one likes The grades we got when we left school said we are the Antichrist We set out goals at early age there was metal and alcohol Nothing else would interest us, we were born outside the law The criminal records speaks our names we’re documented in their ink And we’ve got the band where we belong that’s a good reason to drink If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL We spent our childhood in a classromm where we felt displaced We were born to form this band the whole schooltime was a waste Don’t want no worthless 9-5, that’s not the life we seek We won’t get rich on rock’n’roll but we have fulfilled our dreams If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL Out of cash and out of tune some would say we’ve failed But still we never compromise cause we are not for sale Can’t afford no proper gear since we’ve bought alcohol Well nothing’s ever easy when you’ve chosen rock’n’roll If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL |
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33:11 |
Headbangers Against Disco Vol. 1
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Band members | |
Sabbat | |
Gezol | Bass, Vocals |
Temis Osmond | Guitars, Vocals |
Zorugelion | Drums |
Bestial Warlust | |
Bloodstorm | Vocals, Lyrics |
Skullfucker | Guitars, Songwriting, Lyrics |
Battleslaughter | Guitars |
Hellcunt | Drums |
Gehennah | |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting, Lyrics |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass, Songwriting, Lyrics |
Hellcop | Drums |
Infernö | |
Aggressor | Guitars |
Bestial Tormentor | Guitars |
Necrodevil | Drums, Lyrics |
Guest/Session | |
Necrofiend | Bass |
Hazardous Pussy Desecrator | Vocals, Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Joe Logiudice | Producer |
Joakim Lindengren | Cover art |
Living Skull | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sabbat - Baby, Disco Is Fuck | 03:55 | Show lyrics |
Day after day on air Foolish pure color dress Suckers sing I, I love you I’ve went crazy with rotten it Rise up rage of Grand Metal Steel sword into the fashioned pussy Shout ! Death to dancin’ men Fire ! And break off the colored penis Baby, Disco is Fuck Stop singing such your song, My brain goes mad, rot !! Baby, Disco is Fuck Cut it out such your song. Fuck off and die ! Dismal smell of sweet lightings Industrial beats make nasty delight Show your true color... So, I wanna fuck We rape you like crazy angel ! AH ! |
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2. | Gehennah - Discodeath | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
Outside a disco, the hour was late Armed with a machinegun and full of hate People inside are dancing rave The death of those is what I crave Discodeath, discodeath - The gasp you take is your last breath Discodie, discodie - You’re shaking loose, that’s the reason why Dancing rave, dancing rave - You’re dancing rave into your grave Having fun, having fun - I’m having fun with my machine gun Disco party turns in to a bloodbath You scream in pain, I just stand and laugh I know you never will dance disco again Metal - That’s music for true men Chorus Outside a disco, the hour was late Armed with a machinegun and full of hate People inside are dancing rave The death of those is what I crave Chorus |
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3. | Infernö - Metal Attack | 02:40 | Show lyrics |
Our thrashing metal will send you to hell Down in the deeps where Lucifer fell In torment you will eternally stay With our axes we’ll cut and slay Metal ! Metal Metal ! Metal attack ! Awakened by the evil beasts Your life has become a bloodfeast We are the nails in your face We are the evil metal-race Repeat Chorus |
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4. | Bestial Warlust - Beerz and Blood | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Total fucking mayhem To the fucking core Bash the fucking posers It’s metal’s fucking law Kill, kill, kill Posers blood will spill Fuckin hellish rite Beerz and blood tonight We are the lords, of hells damnation Total fucking death, total devastation Knife the dj’s, rip their flesh, all around Burn their bodies, their clothes, to the ground Kill their mates, burn their cars, death-blows slays It’s metal night, let’s fight, fuck their raves ! Total hate, fucking chaos, goin’ insane Dead fuckin’ posers, red blood, fucking rain We are the lords, of hells damnation Infernal fucking death, total devastation Total fucking mayhem To the fucking core Bash the fucking posers It’s metal’s law |
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12:09 |
Rise and Shine / Gehennah
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Band members | |
Gehennah | |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Rise and Shine | |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Dennis Påisson | Harmonica |
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1. | Gehennah - Jackson (Lee Hazlewood cover) | 03:03 | |
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2. | Rise and Shine - Deadringer (For Love) | 04:35 | |
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07:38 |
10 Years of Fucked Up Behaviour
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 11th, 2002 | Bad Taste Records | CD | Limited edition, CD-R | |
2003 | Bad Taste Records | BTE01EP | 7" vinyl | Limited edition |
2010 | Beer or Death Records | BORD 003 | CD | Limited edition |
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Band members | |
Hellcop | Drums |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Captain Cannibal | Vocals (backing) on track 2 |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ronnie Ripper | Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Intro (Kill demo) | 00:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Osculum Obscenum (2002) | 01:38 | |
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3. | Burning Strings (2002) | 03:02 | Show lyrics |
The lights turns out But not for long Soon the amps will explode And you will burn to our song Your parents didn’t want you to go But you where stupid enough to come to our show Now you’re burning in volume-hell And you don’t really feel too well Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Total speed Special delivery just for you You’ll scream in pain, yeah that is true Leather, spikes and thunder in our stacks Just wait and see our Metal attack! Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Killing speed Burning barb wire convulsion: Stringburner Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Is what we breed Improved necroripping: Stringburner |
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4. | Bleed You Bastards | 03:47 | |
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5. | Drink, Fight and Fuck (GG Allin cover) | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
We like to drink and party high We’re not afraid to fight, we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Give me a bottle, Jack Daniels will do Stay out of my way I’m gonna flatten you Give me a girl, I don’t care who ’Cause drink, fight and fuck is what I’m gonna do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck We like to drink and party high We’re not afraid to fight, and we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, just any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things that we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck |
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10:34 |
Metal Police
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 26th, 2014 | Lightning Records | LIR011 | 7" vinyl | |
2015 | Icarus Music | ICARUS 1385 | CD | |
February 6th, 2015 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15363-1 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition |
February 10th, 2015 | Lightning Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
February 10th, 2015 | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
July 29th, 2016 | Fono Ltd. | FO1231CD / GSP132 | CD |
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Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Micke "Hellcop" Birgersson | Drums |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass |
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1. | Metal Police | 03:16 | Show lyrics |
I heard some rumours that was going around That your "Metal" band is coming to town But then I realized just what the hell you are With your poser haircuts and your 7-stringed guitars Saw you drag a keyboard up onstage A sight that almost made me vomit with rage When you pulled out that fancy 5-stringed bass I knew for a fact we had to kick your ass This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! I heard you are sober and don’t eat meat? Well, that’s the way to lose some teeth You’ll regret those expensive shoes Your designer shirts and tribal tattoos And that 6 minute song was a big mistake Time to wipe that smile of your stupid face We’re the judge and jury and you’re sentenced to die Now there’s no way you’re leaving town alive This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware because we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! We’ll shove that keyboard down your throat Throw you in the river to see if you float Break both your knees and make you crawl So everyone can see who’s the fucking law We are the METAL POLICE! |
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2. | Four Knuckle Facelift | 01:39 | Show lyrics |
You got too many teeth in your stupid smile You got too much sunshine in your ignorant eyes But don’t you worry, because the doctor is here Gonna give you a treatment from ear to ear FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! I’m gonna fix that unbroken jaw You’ll look real funny, sucking food from a straw That’s how I work, I scar and I bruise And I cash my checks in drugs and booze FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! The simple cure for your pretty-boy looks Is a few of my heavy right handed hooks Make you a laughing-stock, the joke of the town You’ll lose your fancy look, become an ugly clown FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! |
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3. | Crime Career | 01:54 | Show lyrics |
Sittin’ here nothin’ to do Contemplating sniffin’ glue Got no job, got no cash Feelin’ like some fuckin’ trash I said that I got nothin’ to do And I’m gonna take it out on you CRIME CAREER the way I gotta go Dealin’ drugs, cashin’ in Screw the system, the way to win Lovin’ my career of crime Takin’ yours, make it mine I said screw the system’s the way to win Fuck the police I’m cashin’ in CRIME CAREER the way to fuckin’ go |
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4. | Fuck ’em All (Dwarves cover) | 01:45 | Show lyrics |
I fucked one in the basement I fucked one in the hall Fucked one on a toilet seat in a bathroom stall Fucked one in an alley Up against the wall I fucked ’em all I fucked one in Exotica And then I got the blues Then I fucked a college girl Didn’t have a clue Fucked one turning sideways Like a Chinese doll I fucked ’em all It seems like balling bitches That’s all I ever do Hey you better watch your ass I’ll fuck that too I fucked one on a freight train Rolled a load all night Fucked a girl from Pittsburgh Steel is what they like Fucked an operator Yeah she takes my calls I fucked ’em all |
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08:34 |
Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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February 12th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15433-2 | CD | |
February 12th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15433-1 | 12" vinyl | |
February 12th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15433-1 | 12" vinyl | Limited Edition, Flame splattered vinyl |
February 12th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15433-1 | 12" vinyl | Limited Edition, Yellow vinyl |
February 12th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15433-0 | 2CD | Limited edition |
February 12th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
February 12th, 2016 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-15433-0 | 2CD | Limited edition, Mispress |
2016 | Fono Ltd. | FO1200CD | CD | |
August 26th, 2018 | Hell Music | Cassette |
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Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10), Vocals (backing) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
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1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
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3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
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5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
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6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
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8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
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9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
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10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
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11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
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12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
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13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
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36:54 |
Decibel Rebel
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Band members | |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rocka Rogga | Vocals (additional, track 4), Vocals (choirs) |
Fred Estby | Vocals (additional) |
Jocke | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Fred Estby | Producer, Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Beat That Poser Down | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
The poser spends his life just polishing his act Beat him! His suntanned face is made to hurt, convince him that’s the fact Beat him! He’s not a friend or brother, this time he’ll face our crowd Beat him! Teach him that on our streets posers aren’t allowed Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! A poser’s personality won’t wash away with soap Beat him! You have to hurt him really good, then there might be some hope Beat him! Chase him though the alleys, through ever street in town Beat him! In the name of metal, beat that poser down! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! Come here little poser, wipe away your tears Beat him! A wise man said something that you’ve just got to hear Beat him! "-A really good bashing is what poser needs...-" Beat him! And you know what? We all agreed! Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! |
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2. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen Don’t think I am in love, babe, but I love beer And when that sixpack’s gone I am leaving, that’s crystal clear These wonderful gifts that you give me you know I can’t repay And if you weren’t so goddamn ugly, I would marry you someday I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen |
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3. | Hungover | 02:26 | Show lyrics |
I went to the local bar and got pissed again That’s where they throw me out every now and then Too drunk to behave, unconsious on the floor Last night was of course not different at all I drank to much to walk and I punched instead of talk That must be a reason why they threw me out so soon HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! Punding headache, the morning after is here Loss of memory, drank too many beers Don’t know where I am, again I slept in my clothes Have to pick some dried vomits from my nose The cash I had is gone, don’t know what’s said or done I only have some flashbacks and a head that doesn’t fit HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! I wish this day would pass on really quick Can’t even think of booze without feeling sick Disgusted by the thought of tasting beer But the thirst is back when the afternoon is here My hands still shake like leafs, I need alcoholic relief Now the thirst sets in again and I accept it with a smile HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! |
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4. | Decibel Rebel | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Cruising for a bruising, I am coming through No light at the end of the tunnel but that’s nothing new I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! I am on my way on the highway going down Nothing can stop me, I am taking this town I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! Some think I am an angel in a torn and dirty gown But most of them will tell you I am meanest one around I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, take you for a screw! |
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5. | Hellhole Bar | 03:15 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been dragged, I’ve been chained, I’ve been kicked out from the door I’ve been sleeping, I’ve been crawling, I’ve been pissing on their floor I’ve thrown glasses, throw bottles, throw tables, throw chairs I’ve acted like a maniac but nobody cares, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Saturday night, I am loaded as hell I’ve been drinking whiskey all day and I am feeling quite well When clock strikes ten it’s time to find some action And I know just one place where we can get satisfaction, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Fighting, drinking, crawling, brawling Chear sluts, headbutts, bad shots, knife cuts (Grabbing the barmaids breasts: Stringburner) Down at the hellhole bar, that’s where the rough boys stay If you ain’t got what it takes, then just stay away Better show what you’re made of in themoment you arrive If you’re acting like a wimp then you won’t survive, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar |
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6. | Get Out of My Way | 02:18 | Show lyrics |
I see you and your disgusting looks with your boyfriend on the streets every day Now you’re taking up space in my favourite bar, trying to get one night lay Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! I say: Stand by your stupid man, bitch ’cause you ain’t ever gonna find another You say you wanna try to get some action tonight, well I tell you don’t even bother Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! If there was just a little inch of pride behind that fucked up face you’ve got You’d make an already too long story by ending it with a rifle- shot Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! |
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7. | Under the Table Again | 02:44 | Show lyrics |
People tell us we are wrong just because our hair is long They say we’re lazy we should grow up, to cut out hair and work in some shop They’re always telling us we’re wasting precious years But our only waste of time is when we don’t drink some beer We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I made myself some alcohol, I drank quite much and I lost control I drank two litres, maybe three, then I woke up at the emergency They think I’m a loser, a drunk who’ll never learn By though my liver slowly shrinks it’s none of their concern We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I wake up with some food in my hair and wonder what it’s doing there Hungover stinking cigarettesmoke, the mourning after ain’t no joke Hardrockers and bottles in a pile of the floor Wake’em up it’s time to drink some more We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again |
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8. | Street Metal Gangfighters | 02:51 | Show lyrics |
This is our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets They know that if we catch them they there they surely will loose their teeth We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Come to us if you wanna fight, we’ll face you man to man We’ll mett you in the streetfight with ironchains in hand With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Whipping chains swings in the air Fight fight! Broken glass everywhere Fight fight! Rival gangs on the run Fight fight! Beaten down one by one Fight fight! We’ve all got scars from fighting hard but they’re the ones who bleeds This is still our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters |
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9. | Rocking Through the Kill | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill I don’t think that hell will never ever freeze Cause our metal will always turn up the heat If you don’t like it, you’d better watch fucking out Or we’ll just show you what we’re all about People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rockig through the kill Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill |
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10. | 666, Drunks & Rock’n’Roll | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Our hair might be greasy but we don’t give a shit Cause every song we ever write is bound to be a hit Maybe we look dirty and might not smell that nice But you must give us credit for the way we attract flies 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 You think we’re responcible and don’t think very clear While you stay super for the gig we drink a crate of beer You think what we will be too drunk and maybe that’s true But when it all comes around, we’re louder than you We’re drunk we’re loud we damage the crowd! 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 When the gig is over it’s time to drunk for real We drink until we break our bones, then we drink to heal We storm the streets, creates a scene, then we get thrown in jail Well we can afford it, OSMOSE will pay the ball 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol |
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11. | I Fucked Your Mom | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Your sister is ugly and your mother is a whore She wanted to abort you but she was too poor Your father is a junkey and your brother was a nut When he was playing in the street he was crushed by a track Now let me tell you all about the other night I sneaked into your mother’s bedroom when she turned off the light She layed there in her filthy bed sleeping like a dead I woke her up and shouted out commanding her to spread Then I fucked your mom Yes I fucked your mom She did exactly as I planned did not refuse a bit I look at her and realized, o boy she looked like shit Deep inside her worm our pussy I started the rotation But when I felt her disgusting smell I lost my motivation But I fucked your mom That’s right I fucked your mom I pulled my dick out of her cunt but then she wanted more I climbed out through the window then I pissed in your front door Now I’ve got the proof that your mother is a slut One night I’ll be back and then I’ll fuck her in the butt I fucked your mom I fucked your motherfucking mom! |
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12. | We Love Alcohol | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
Since the first beers we drank they knew we were no saints Our parents though we were their pride but we’ve really proved we ain’t We went downhill so long ago we’re the outcast no one likes The grades we got when we left school said we are the Antichrist We set out goals at early age there was metal and alcohol Nothing else would interest us, we were born outside the law The criminal records speaks our names we’re documented in their ink And we’ve got the band where we belong that’s a good reason to drink If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL We spent our childhood in a classromm where we felt displaced We were born to form this band the whole schooltime was a waste Don’t want no worthless 9-5, that’s not the life we seek We won’t get rich on rock’n’roll but we have fulfilled our dreams If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL Out of cash and out of tune some would say we’ve failed But still we never compromise cause we are not for sale Can’t afford no proper gear since we’ve bought alcohol Well nothing’s ever easy when you’ve chosen rock’n’roll If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL |
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33:11 |
Decibel Rebel
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Jocke | Vocals (choirs) |
Rocka Rogga | Vocals (additional, track 4), Vocals (choirs) |
Fred Estby | Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Fred Estby | Producer, Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Beat That Poser Down | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
The poser spends his life just polishing his act Beat him! His suntanned face is made to hurt, convince him that’s the fact Beat him! He’s not a friend or brother, this time he’ll face our crowd Beat him! Teach him that on our streets posers aren’t allowed Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! A poser’s personality won’t wash away with soap Beat him! You have to hurt him really good, then there might be some hope Beat him! Chase him though the alleys, through ever street in town Beat him! In the name of metal, beat that poser down! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! Come here little poser, wipe away your tears Beat him! A wise man said something that you’ve just got to hear Beat him! "-A really good bashing is what poser needs...-" Beat him! And you know what? We all agreed! Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! |
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2. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen Don’t think I am in love, babe, but I love beer And when that sixpack’s gone I am leaving, that’s crystal clear These wonderful gifts that you give me you know I can’t repay And if you weren’t so goddamn ugly, I would marry you someday I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen |
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3. | Hungover | 02:26 | Show lyrics |
I went to the local bar and got pissed again That’s where they throw me out every now and then Too drunk to behave, unconsious on the floor Last night was of course not different at all I drank to much to walk and I punched instead of talk That must be a reason why they threw me out so soon HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! Punding headache, the morning after is here Loss of memory, drank too many beers Don’t know where I am, again I slept in my clothes Have to pick some dried vomits from my nose The cash I had is gone, don’t know what’s said or done I only have some flashbacks and a head that doesn’t fit HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! I wish this day would pass on really quick Can’t even think of booze without feeling sick Disgusted by the thought of tasting beer But the thirst is back when the afternoon is here My hands still shake like leafs, I need alcoholic relief Now the thirst sets in again and I accept it with a smile HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! |
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4. | Decibel Rebel | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Cruising for a bruising, I am coming through No light at the end of the tunnel but that’s nothing new I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! I am on my way on the highway going down Nothing can stop me, I am taking this town I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! Some think I am an angel in a torn and dirty gown But most of them will tell you I am meanest one around I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, take you for a screw! |
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5. | Hellhole Bar | 03:15 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been dragged, I’ve been chained, I’ve been kicked out from the door I’ve been sleeping, I’ve been crawling, I’ve been pissing on their floor I’ve thrown glasses, throw bottles, throw tables, throw chairs I’ve acted like a maniac but nobody cares, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Saturday night, I am loaded as hell I’ve been drinking whiskey all day and I am feeling quite well When clock strikes ten it’s time to find some action And I know just one place where we can get satisfaction, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Fighting, drinking, crawling, brawling Chear sluts, headbutts, bad shots, knife cuts (Grabbing the barmaids breasts: Stringburner) Down at the hellhole bar, that’s where the rough boys stay If you ain’t got what it takes, then just stay away Better show what you’re made of in themoment you arrive If you’re acting like a wimp then you won’t survive, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar |
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6. | Get Out of My Way | 02:18 | Show lyrics |
I see you and your disgusting looks with your boyfriend on the streets every day Now you’re taking up space in my favourite bar, trying to get one night lay Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! I say: Stand by your stupid man, bitch ’cause you ain’t ever gonna find another You say you wanna try to get some action tonight, well I tell you don’t even bother Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! If there was just a little inch of pride behind that fucked up face you’ve got You’d make an already too long story by ending it with a rifle- shot Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! |
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Side B | |||
7. | Under the Table Again | 02:44 | Show lyrics |
People tell us we are wrong just because our hair is long They say we’re lazy we should grow up, to cut out hair and work in some shop They’re always telling us we’re wasting precious years But our only waste of time is when we don’t drink some beer We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I made myself some alcohol, I drank quite much and I lost control I drank two litres, maybe three, then I woke up at the emergency They think I’m a loser, a drunk who’ll never learn By though my liver slowly shrinks it’s none of their concern We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I wake up with some food in my hair and wonder what it’s doing there Hungover stinking cigarettesmoke, the mourning after ain’t no joke Hardrockers and bottles in a pile of the floor Wake’em up it’s time to drink some more We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again |
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8. | Street Metal Gangfighters | 02:51 | Show lyrics |
This is our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets They know that if we catch them they there they surely will loose their teeth We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Come to us if you wanna fight, we’ll face you man to man We’ll mett you in the streetfight with ironchains in hand With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Whipping chains swings in the air Fight fight! Broken glass everywhere Fight fight! Rival gangs on the run Fight fight! Beaten down one by one Fight fight! We’ve all got scars from fighting hard but they’re the ones who bleeds This is still our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters |
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9. | Rocking Through the Kill | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill I don’t think that hell will never ever freeze Cause our metal will always turn up the heat If you don’t like it, you’d better watch fucking out Or we’ll just show you what we’re all about People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rockig through the kill Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill |
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10. | 666, Drunks & Rock’n’Roll | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Our hair might be greasy but we don’t give a shit Cause every song we ever write is bound to be a hit Maybe we look dirty and might not smell that nice But you must give us credit for the way we attract flies 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 You think we’re responcible and don’t think very clear While you stay super for the gig we drink a crate of beer You think what we will be too drunk and maybe that’s true But when it all comes around, we’re louder than you We’re drunk we’re loud we damage the crowd! 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 When the gig is over it’s time to drunk for real We drink until we break our bones, then we drink to heal We storm the streets, creates a scene, then we get thrown in jail Well we can afford it, OSMOSE will pay the ball 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol |
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11. | I Fucked Your Mom | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Your sister is ugly and your mother is a whore She wanted to abort you but she was too poor Your father is a junkey and your brother was a nut When he was playing in the street he was crushed by a track Now let me tell you all about the other night I sneaked into your mother’s bedroom when she turned off the light She layed there in her filthy bed sleeping like a dead I woke her up and shouted out commanding her to spread Then I fucked your mom Yes I fucked your mom She did exactly as I planned did not refuse a bit I look at her and realized, o boy she looked like shit Deep inside her worm our pussy I started the rotation But when I felt her disgusting smell I lost my motivation But I fucked your mom That’s right I fucked your mom I pulled my dick out of her cunt but then she wanted more I climbed out through the window then I pissed in your front door Now I’ve got the proof that your mother is a slut One night I’ll be back and then I’ll fuck her in the butt I fucked your mom I fucked your motherfucking mom! |
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12. | We Love Alcohol | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
Since the first beers we drank they knew we were no saints Our parents though we were their pride but we’ve really proved we ain’t We went downhill so long ago we’re the outcast no one likes The grades we got when we left school said we are the Antichrist We set out goals at early age there was metal and alcohol Nothing else would interest us, we were born outside the law The criminal records speaks our names we’re documented in their ink And we’ve got the band where we belong that’s a good reason to drink If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL We spent our childhood in a classromm where we felt displaced We were born to form this band the whole schooltime was a waste Don’t want no worthless 9-5, that’s not the life we seek We won’t get rich on rock’n’roll but we have fulfilled our dreams If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL Out of cash and out of tune some would say we’ve failed But still we never compromise cause we are not for sale Can’t afford no proper gear since we’ve bought alcohol Well nothing’s ever easy when you’ve chosen rock’n’roll If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL |
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33:11 |
Decibel Rebel
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Jocke | Vocals (choirs) |
Rocka Rogga | Vocals (additional, track 4), Vocals (choirs) |
Fred Estby | Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Fred Estby | Producer, Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Beat That Poser Down | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
The poser spends his life just polishing his act Beat him! His suntanned face is made to hurt, convince him that’s the fact Beat him! He’s not a friend or brother, this time he’ll face our crowd Beat him! Teach him that on our streets posers aren’t allowed Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! A poser’s personality won’t wash away with soap Beat him! You have to hurt him really good, then there might be some hope Beat him! Chase him though the alleys, through ever street in town Beat him! In the name of metal, beat that poser down! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! Come here little poser, wipe away your tears Beat him! A wise man said something that you’ve just got to hear Beat him! "-A really good bashing is what poser needs...-" Beat him! And you know what? We all agreed! Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! |
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2. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen Don’t think I am in love, babe, but I love beer And when that sixpack’s gone I am leaving, that’s crystal clear These wonderful gifts that you give me you know I can’t repay And if you weren’t so goddamn ugly, I would marry you someday I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen |
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3. | Hungover | 02:26 | Show lyrics |
I went to the local bar and got pissed again That’s where they throw me out every now and then Too drunk to behave, unconsious on the floor Last night was of course not different at all I drank to much to walk and I punched instead of talk That must be a reason why they threw me out so soon HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! Punding headache, the morning after is here Loss of memory, drank too many beers Don’t know where I am, again I slept in my clothes Have to pick some dried vomits from my nose The cash I had is gone, don’t know what’s said or done I only have some flashbacks and a head that doesn’t fit HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! I wish this day would pass on really quick Can’t even think of booze without feeling sick Disgusted by the thought of tasting beer But the thirst is back when the afternoon is here My hands still shake like leafs, I need alcoholic relief Now the thirst sets in again and I accept it with a smile HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! |
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4. | Decibel Rebel | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Cruising for a bruising, I am coming through No light at the end of the tunnel but that’s nothing new I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! I am on my way on the highway going down Nothing can stop me, I am taking this town I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! Some think I am an angel in a torn and dirty gown But most of them will tell you I am meanest one around I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, take you for a screw! |
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5. | Hellhole Bar | 03:15 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been dragged, I’ve been chained, I’ve been kicked out from the door I’ve been sleeping, I’ve been crawling, I’ve been pissing on their floor I’ve thrown glasses, throw bottles, throw tables, throw chairs I’ve acted like a maniac but nobody cares, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Saturday night, I am loaded as hell I’ve been drinking whiskey all day and I am feeling quite well When clock strikes ten it’s time to find some action And I know just one place where we can get satisfaction, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Fighting, drinking, crawling, brawling Chear sluts, headbutts, bad shots, knife cuts (Grabbing the barmaids breasts: Stringburner) Down at the hellhole bar, that’s where the rough boys stay If you ain’t got what it takes, then just stay away Better show what you’re made of in themoment you arrive If you’re acting like a wimp then you won’t survive, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar |
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6. | Get Out Of My Way | 02:18 | Show lyrics |
I see you and your disgusting looks with your boyfriend on the streets every day Now you’re taking up space in my favourite bar, trying to get one night lay Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! I say: Stand by your stupid man, bitch ’cause you ain’t ever gonna find another You say you wanna try to get some action tonight, well I tell you don’t even bother Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! If there was just a little inch of pride behind that fucked up face you’ve got You’d make an already too long story by ending it with a rifle- shot Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! |
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Side B | |||
7. | Under The Table Again | 02:44 | Show lyrics |
People tell us we are wrong just because our hair is long They say we’re lazy we should grow up, to cut out hair and work in some shop They’re always telling us we’re wasting precious years But our only waste of time is when we don’t drink some beer We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I made myself some alcohol, I drank quite much and I lost control I drank two litres, maybe three, then I woke up at the emergency They think I’m a loser, a drunk who’ll never learn By though my liver slowly shrinks it’s none of their concern We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I wake up with some food in my hair and wonder what it’s doing there Hungover stinking cigarettesmoke, the mourning after ain’t no joke Hardrockers and bottles in a pile of the floor Wake’em up it’s time to drink some more We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again |
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8. | Street Metal Gangfighters | 02:51 | Show lyrics |
This is our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets They know that if we catch them they there they surely will loose their teeth We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Come to us if you wanna fight, we’ll face you man to man We’ll mett you in the streetfight with ironchains in hand With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Whipping chains swings in the air Fight fight! Broken glass everywhere Fight fight! Rival gangs on the run Fight fight! Beaten down one by one Fight fight! We’ve all got scars from fighting hard but they’re the ones who bleeds This is still our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters |
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9. | Rocking Through The Kill | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill I don’t think that hell will never ever freeze Cause our metal will always turn up the heat If you don’t like it, you’d better watch fucking out Or we’ll just show you what we’re all about People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rockig through the kill Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill |
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10. | 666, Drunks & Rock’n’Roll | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Our hair might be greasy but we don’t give a shit Cause every song we ever write is bound to be a hit Maybe we look dirty and might not smell that nice But you must give us credit for the way we attract flies 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 You think we’re responcible and don’t think very clear While you stay super for the gig we drink a crate of beer You think what we will be too drunk and maybe that’s true But when it all comes around, we’re louder than you We’re drunk we’re loud we damage the crowd! 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 When the gig is over it’s time to drunk for real We drink until we break our bones, then we drink to heal We storm the streets, creates a scene, then we get thrown in jail Well we can afford it, OSMOSE will pay the ball 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol |
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11. | I Fucked Your Mom | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Your sister is ugly and your mother is a whore She wanted to abort you but she was too poor Your father is a junkey and your brother was a nut When he was playing in the street he was crushed by a track Now let me tell you all about the other night I sneaked into your mother’s bedroom when she turned off the light She layed there in her filthy bed sleeping like a dead I woke her up and shouted out commanding her to spread Then I fucked your mom Yes I fucked your mom She did exactly as I planned did not refuse a bit I look at her and realized, o boy she looked like shit Deep inside her worm our pussy I started the rotation But when I felt her disgusting smell I lost my motivation But I fucked your mom That’s right I fucked your mom I pulled my dick out of her cunt but then she wanted more I climbed out through the window then I pissed in your front door Now I’ve got the proof that your mother is a slut One night I’ll be back and then I’ll fuck her in the butt I fucked your mom I fucked your motherfucking mom! |
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12. | We Love Alcohol | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
Since the first beers we drank they knew we were no saints Our parents though we were their pride but we’ve really proved we ain’t We went downhill so long ago we’re the outcast no one likes The grades we got when we left school said we are the Antichrist We set out goals at early age there was metal and alcohol Nothing else would interest us, we were born outside the law The criminal records speaks our names we’re documented in their ink And we’ve got the band where we belong that’s a good reason to drink If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL We spent our childhood in a classromm where we felt displaced We were born to form this band the whole schooltime was a waste Don’t want no worthless 9-5, that’s not the life we seek We won’t get rich on rock’n’roll but we have fulfilled our dreams If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL Out of cash and out of tune some would say we’ve failed But still we never compromise cause we are not for sale Can’t afford no proper gear since we’ve bought alcohol Well nothing’s ever easy when you’ve chosen rock’n’roll If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL |
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13. | Reaper | 02:58 | |
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36:09 |
Decibel Rebel
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Jocke | Vocals (choirs) |
Rocka Rogga | Vocals (additional, track 4), Vocals (choirs) |
Fred Estby | Vocals (additional) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Fred Estby | Producer, Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Beat That Poser Down | 02:45 | Show lyrics |
The poser spends his life just polishing his act Beat him! His suntanned face is made to hurt, convince him that’s the fact Beat him! He’s not a friend or brother, this time he’ll face our crowd Beat him! Teach him that on our streets posers aren’t allowed Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! A poser’s personality won’t wash away with soap Beat him! You have to hurt him really good, then there might be some hope Beat him! Chase him though the alleys, through ever street in town Beat him! In the name of metal, beat that poser down! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! Come here little poser, wipe away your tears Beat him! A wise man said something that you’ve just got to hear Beat him! "-A really good bashing is what poser needs...-" Beat him! And you know what? We all agreed! Beat him! Kick him in the face, kick him in the nuts Kick him in the nose, kick him in the guts Beat him in the teeth, beat him to the floor And if he still moves, then beat him some more BEAT THAT POSER DOWN! |
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2. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen Don’t think I am in love, babe, but I love beer And when that sixpack’s gone I am leaving, that’s crystal clear These wonderful gifts that you give me you know I can’t repay And if you weren’t so goddamn ugly, I would marry you someday I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen When I am coming to your place, babe, I am feeling low But you’ve got the thing that makes me go I am talking six icecold beers that can satisfy my thirst You know when I am having problems, babe, I wanna be nursed I know I can always lean on you my Six-pack Queen You’re not the cutest thing that I’ve ever seen but you’re still my Six-pack queen |
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3. | Hungover | 02:26 | Show lyrics |
I went to the local bar and got pissed again That’s where they throw me out every now and then Too drunk to behave, unconsious on the floor Last night was of course not different at all I drank to much to walk and I punched instead of talk That must be a reason why they threw me out so soon HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! Punding headache, the morning after is here Loss of memory, drank too many beers Don’t know where I am, again I slept in my clothes Have to pick some dried vomits from my nose The cash I had is gone, don’t know what’s said or done I only have some flashbacks and a head that doesn’t fit HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! I wish this day would pass on really quick Can’t even think of booze without feeling sick Disgusted by the thought of tasting beer But the thirst is back when the afternoon is here My hands still shake like leafs, I need alcoholic relief Now the thirst sets in again and I accept it with a smile HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! HUNGOVER - post-alcoholic living dead HUNGOVER - the room is spinning around my head HUNGOVER - shaking in the pool of sweat HUNGOVER - you bet! |
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4. | Decibel Rebel | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Cruising for a bruising, I am coming through No light at the end of the tunnel but that’s nothing new I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! I am on my way on the highway going down Nothing can stop me, I am taking this town I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, coming for you! Some think I am an angel in a torn and dirty gown But most of them will tell you I am meanest one around I am a beer drinker, babe, and a hellraiser too In league with the devil so whatcha gonna do? I am a decibel rebel, take you for a screw! |
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5. | Hellhole Bar | 03:15 | Show lyrics |
I’ve been dragged, I’ve been chained, I’ve been kicked out from the door I’ve been sleeping, I’ve been crawling, I’ve been pissing on their floor I’ve thrown glasses, throw bottles, throw tables, throw chairs I’ve acted like a maniac but nobody cares, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Saturday night, I am loaded as hell I’ve been drinking whiskey all day and I am feeling quite well When clock strikes ten it’s time to find some action And I know just one place where we can get satisfaction, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar Fighting, drinking, crawling, brawling Chear sluts, headbutts, bad shots, knife cuts (Grabbing the barmaids breasts: Stringburner) Down at the hellhole bar, that’s where the rough boys stay If you ain’t got what it takes, then just stay away Better show what you’re made of in themoment you arrive If you’re acting like a wimp then you won’t survive, down at the... HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Down at the Hellhole bar HELLHOLE BAR, HELLHOLE BAR Welcome to the Hellhole bar |
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6. | Get Out of My Way | 02:18 | Show lyrics |
I see you and your disgusting looks with your boyfriend on the streets every day Now you’re taking up space in my favourite bar, trying to get one night lay Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! I say: Stand by your stupid man, bitch ’cause you ain’t ever gonna find another You say you wanna try to get some action tonight, well I tell you don’t even bother Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! If there was just a little inch of pride behind that fucked up face you’ve got You’d make an already too long story by ending it with a rifle- shot Your ugly face is all I need to make me sick for days But you’re even dummer than you look, so get the hell out of my way Get out of my way! |
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7. | Under the Table Again | 02:44 | Show lyrics |
People tell us we are wrong just because our hair is long They say we’re lazy we should grow up, to cut out hair and work in some shop They’re always telling us we’re wasting precious years But our only waste of time is when we don’t drink some beer We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I made myself some alcohol, I drank quite much and I lost control I drank two litres, maybe three, then I woke up at the emergency They think I’m a loser, a drunk who’ll never learn By though my liver slowly shrinks it’s none of their concern We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again I wake up with some food in my hair and wonder what it’s doing there Hungover stinking cigarettesmoke, the mourning after ain’t no joke Hardrockers and bottles in a pile of the floor Wake’em up it’s time to drink some more We’re under the table again We handle our drinking as man We’re lying everywhere with vomits in our hair We’re under the table again |
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8. | Street Metal Gangfighters | 02:51 | Show lyrics |
This is our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets They know that if we catch them they there they surely will loose their teeth We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share We’re the gang who fought your friends we’re the ones who dare And if you wanna feel our fists we’re more than glad to share Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Come to us if you wanna fight, we’ll face you man to man We’ll mett you in the streetfight with ironchains in hand With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars With broken bottles fists and chains we fight for who we are We’ll fight everyone who’s in our way you’ll be the ones with scars Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Whipping chains swings in the air Fight fight! Broken glass everywhere Fight fight! Rival gangs on the run Fight fight! Beaten down one by one Fight fight! We’ve all got scars from fighting hard but they’re the ones who bleeds This is still our fucking neighboorhood where posers avoid the streets We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone We’re the gang who bashed your friend we’re the ones who won And if you still wanna feel our fists they’re enough for everyone Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters Streetmetal gangfighters |
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9. | Rocking Through the Kill | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill I don’t think that hell will never ever freeze Cause our metal will always turn up the heat If you don’t like it, you’d better watch fucking out Or we’ll just show you what we’re all about People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rockig through the kill Like fiery demons we’re on the attack We’re going to hell and we ain’t coming back No remorse We’re raising cain, got to show’em how If hell is where we’re going we might as well go now People always die metal never will When Armageddon’s here we’ll be rocking through the kill |
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10. | 666, Drunks & Rock’n’Roll | 02:46 | Show lyrics |
Our hair might be greasy but we don’t give a shit Cause every song we ever write is bound to be a hit Maybe we look dirty and might not smell that nice But you must give us credit for the way we attract flies 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 You think we’re responcible and don’t think very clear While you stay super for the gig we drink a crate of beer You think what we will be too drunk and maybe that’s true But when it all comes around, we’re louder than you We’re drunk we’re loud we damage the crowd! 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol 666 When the gig is over it’s time to drunk for real We drink until we break our bones, then we drink to heal We storm the streets, creates a scene, then we get thrown in jail Well we can afford it, OSMOSE will pay the ball 666, drunks and rock’n’roll Street metal, fight and alcohol |
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11. | I Fucked Your Mom | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Your sister is ugly and your mother is a whore She wanted to abort you but she was too poor Your father is a junkey and your brother was a nut When he was playing in the street he was crushed by a track Now let me tell you all about the other night I sneaked into your mother’s bedroom when she turned off the light She layed there in her filthy bed sleeping like a dead I woke her up and shouted out commanding her to spread Then I fucked your mom Yes I fucked your mom She did exactly as I planned did not refuse a bit I look at her and realized, o boy she looked like shit Deep inside her worm our pussy I started the rotation But when I felt her disgusting smell I lost my motivation But I fucked your mom That’s right I fucked your mom I pulled my dick out of her cunt but then she wanted more I climbed out through the window then I pissed in your front door Now I’ve got the proof that your mother is a slut One night I’ll be back and then I’ll fuck her in the butt I fucked your mom I fucked your motherfucking mom! |
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12. | We Love Alcohol | 03:14 | Show lyrics |
Since the first beers we drank they knew we were no saints Our parents though we were their pride but we’ve really proved we ain’t We went downhill so long ago we’re the outcast no one likes The grades we got when we left school said we are the Antichrist We set out goals at early age there was metal and alcohol Nothing else would interest us, we were born outside the law The criminal records speaks our names we’re documented in their ink And we’ve got the band where we belong that’s a good reason to drink If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL We spent our childhood in a classromm where we felt displaced We were born to form this band the whole schooltime was a waste Don’t want no worthless 9-5, that’s not the life we seek We won’t get rich on rock’n’roll but we have fulfilled our dreams If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL Out of cash and out of tune some would say we’ve failed But still we never compromise cause we are not for sale Can’t afford no proper gear since we’ve bought alcohol Well nothing’s ever easy when you’ve chosen rock’n’roll If they say "sober", then we say "NO!" Non alcoholics stay away from our shows They can shove it cause we love it WE LOVE ALCOHOL |
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13. | Reaper | 02:58 | |
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36:09 |
10 Years of Fucked Up Behaviour
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Hellcop | Drums |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
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Captain Cannibal | Vocals (backing) on track 2 |
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Ronnie Ripper | Engineering |
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1. | Intro (Kill demo) | 00:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Osculum Obscenum (2002) | 01:38 | |
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3. | Burning Strings (2002) | 03:02 | Show lyrics |
The lights turns out But not for long Soon the amps will explode And you will burn to our song Your parents didn’t want you to go But you where stupid enough to come to our show Now you’re burning in volume-hell And you don’t really feel too well Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Total speed Special delivery just for you You’ll scream in pain, yeah that is true Leather, spikes and thunder in our stacks Just wait and see our Metal attack! Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Killing speed Burning barb wire convulsion: Stringburner Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Is what we breed Improved necroripping: Stringburner |
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4. | Bleed You Bastards | 03:47 | |
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5. | Drink, Fight and Fuck (GG Allin cover) | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
We like to drink and party high We’re not afraid to fight, we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Give me a bottle, Jack Daniels will do Stay out of my way I’m gonna flatten you Give me a girl, I don’t care who ’Cause drink, fight and fuck is what I’m gonna do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck We like to drink and party high We’re not afraid to fight, and we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, just any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things that we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck |
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10 Years of Fucked Up Behaviour
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Hellcop | Drums |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Captain Cannibal | Vocals (backing) on track 2 |
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Ronnie Ripper | Engineering |
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1. | Intro | 00:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Osculum Obscenum | 01:38 | |
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3. | Burning Strings | 03:02 | Show lyrics |
The lights turns out But not for long Soon the amps will explode And you will burn to our song Your parents didn’t want you to go But you where stupid enough to come to our show Now you’re burning in volume-hell And you don’t really feel too well Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Total speed Special delivery just for you You’ll scream in pain, yeah that is true Leather, spikes and thunder in our stacks Just wait and see our Metal attack! Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Killing speed Burning barb wire convulsion: Stringburner Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Is what we breed Improved necroripping: Stringburner |
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4. | Bleed You Bastards | 03:47 | |
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5. | Drink, Fight & Fuck (GG Allin cover) | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
We like to drink and party high We’re not afraid to fight, we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Give me a bottle, Jack Daniels will do Stay out of my way I’m gonna flatten you Give me a girl, I don’t care who ’Cause drink, fight and fuck is what I’m gonna do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck We like to drink and party high We’re not afraid to fight, and we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, just any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things that we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck |
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10:34 |
10 Years of Fucked Up Behaviour
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Hellcop | Drums |
Ronnie Ripper | Bass |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Guest/Session | |
Captain Cannibal | Vocals (backing) on track 2 |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ronnie Ripper | Engineering |
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1. | Intro - Osculum Obscenum | 00:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Burning Strings (2002) | 01:38 | |
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3. | Bleed You Bastards | 03:02 | Show lyrics |
The lights turns out But not for long Soon the amps will explode And you will burn to our song Your parents didn’t want you to go But you where stupid enough to come to our show Now you’re burning in volume-hell And you don’t really feel too well Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Total speed Special delivery just for you You’ll scream in pain, yeah that is true Leather, spikes and thunder in our stacks Just wait and see our Metal attack! Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Killing speed Burning barb wire convulsion: Stringburner Burnin’ Strings - Ears do bleed Burnin’ Strings - Is what we breed Improved necroripping: Stringburner |
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4. | Drink, Fight and Fuck (GG Allin cover) | 03:47 | |
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5. | Discodeath | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
We like to drink and party high We’re not afraid to fight, we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Give me a bottle, Jack Daniels will do Stay out of my way I’m gonna flatten you Give me a girl, I don’t care who ’Cause drink, fight and fuck is what I’m gonna do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck We like to drink and party high We’re not afraid to fight, and we’re not afraid of die We like to fuck, just any girl will do We’re not ashamed of the things that we do Drink, fight and fuck Drink, fight and fuck |
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6. | Hardrocker (live) | 04:33 | |
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7. | Hellstorm - Beat That Poser Down (live) | 04:54 | |
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8. | Six Pack Queen (live) | 02:00 | |
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9. | Bitch with a Bulletbelt (live) | 03:23 | |
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10. | Decibel Rebel (live) | 02:51 | |
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11. | Hungover (Fades Out) (live) | 01:56 | |
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12. | Say Hello to Mr. Fist (live) | 02:26 | |
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Metal Police
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Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Micke "Hellcop" Birgersson | Drums |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass |
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1. | Metal Police | 03:16 | Show lyrics |
I heard some rumours that was going around That your "Metal" band is coming to town But then I realized just what the hell you are With your poser haircuts and your 7-stringed guitars Saw you drag a keyboard up onstage A sight that almost made me vomit with rage When you pulled out that fancy 5-stringed bass I knew for a fact we had to kick your ass This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! I heard you are sober and don’t eat meat? Well, that’s the way to lose some teeth You’ll regret those expensive shoes Your designer shirts and tribal tattoos And that 6 minute song was a big mistake Time to wipe that smile of your stupid face We’re the judge and jury and you’re sentenced to die Now there’s no way you’re leaving town alive This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware because we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! We’ll shove that keyboard down your throat Throw you in the river to see if you float Break both your knees and make you crawl So everyone can see who’s the fucking law We are the METAL POLICE! |
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2. | Four Knuckle Facelift | 01:39 | Show lyrics |
You got too many teeth in your stupid smile You got too much sunshine in your ignorant eyes But don’t you worry, because the doctor is here Gonna give you a treatment from ear to ear FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! I’m gonna fix that unbroken jaw You’ll look real funny, sucking food from a straw That’s how I work, I scar and I bruise And I cash my checks in drugs and booze FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! The simple cure for your pretty-boy looks Is a few of my heavy right handed hooks Make you a laughing-stock, the joke of the town You’ll lose your fancy look, become an ugly clown FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! |
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3. | Crime Career | 01:54 | Show lyrics |
Sittin’ here nothin’ to do Contemplating sniffin’ glue Got no job, got no cash Feelin’ like some fuckin’ trash I said that I got nothin’ to do And I’m gonna take it out on you CRIME CAREER the way I gotta go Dealin’ drugs, cashin’ in Screw the system, the way to win Lovin’ my career of crime Takin’ yours, make it mine I said screw the system’s the way to win Fuck the police I’m cashin’ in CRIME CAREER the way to fuckin’ go |
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4. | Fuck ’em All (Dwarves cover) | 01:45 | Show lyrics |
I fucked one in the basement I fucked one in the hall Fucked one on a toilet seat in a bathroom stall Fucked one in an alley Up against the wall I fucked ’em all I fucked one in Exotica And then I got the blues Then I fucked a college girl Didn’t have a clue Fucked one turning sideways Like a Chinese doll I fucked ’em all It seems like balling bitches That’s all I ever do Hey you better watch your ass I’ll fuck that too I fucked one on a freight train Rolled a load all night Fucked a girl from Pittsburgh Steel is what they like Fucked an operator Yeah she takes my calls I fucked ’em all |
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Metal Police
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Micke "Hellcop" Birgersson | Drums |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass |
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1. | Metal Police | 03:16 | Show lyrics |
I heard some rumours that was going around That your "Metal" band is coming to town But then I realized just what the hell you are With your poser haircuts and your 7-stringed guitars Saw you drag a keyboard up onstage A sight that almost made me vomit with rage When you pulled out that fancy 5-stringed bass I knew for a fact we had to kick your ass This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! I heard you are sober and don’t eat meat? Well, that’s the way to lose some teeth You’ll regret those expensive shoes Your designer shirts and tribal tattoos And that 6 minute song was a big mistake Time to wipe that smile of your stupid face We’re the judge and jury and you’re sentenced to die Now there’s no way you’re leaving town alive This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware because we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! We’ll shove that keyboard down your throat Throw you in the river to see if you float Break both your knees and make you crawl So everyone can see who’s the fucking law We are the METAL POLICE! |
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2. | Four Knuckle Facelift | 01:39 | Show lyrics |
You got too many teeth in your stupid smile You got too much sunshine in your ignorant eyes But don’t you worry, because the doctor is here Gonna give you a treatment from ear to ear FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! I’m gonna fix that unbroken jaw You’ll look real funny, sucking food from a straw That’s how I work, I scar and I bruise And I cash my checks in drugs and booze FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! The simple cure for your pretty-boy looks Is a few of my heavy right handed hooks Make you a laughing-stock, the joke of the town You’ll lose your fancy look, become an ugly clown FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! |
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3. | Crime Career | 01:54 | Show lyrics |
Sittin’ here nothin’ to do Contemplating sniffin’ glue Got no job, got no cash Feelin’ like some fuckin’ trash I said that I got nothin’ to do And I’m gonna take it out on you CRIME CAREER the way I gotta go Dealin’ drugs, cashin’ in Screw the system, the way to win Lovin’ my career of crime Takin’ yours, make it mine I said screw the system’s the way to win Fuck the police I’m cashin’ in CRIME CAREER the way to fuckin’ go |
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4. | Fuck ’em All (Dwarves cover) | 01:45 | |
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5. | Carve Off Your Face (and Shove It Up Your Ass) | 02:09 | |
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6. | Black Jack Loser | 03:04 | |
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7. | Decibel Rebel | 02:58 | |
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8. | 666 Drunks & Rock n’ Roll | 02:51 | |
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9. | Bitch with a Bulletbelt | 03:48 | |
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10. | Hellstorm | 02:42 | |
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11. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:11 | |
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12. | Piss Off, I’m Drinking | 03:40 | |
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Metal Police
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Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Micke "Hellcop" Birgersson | Drums |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass |
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1. | Metal Police | 03:16 | Show lyrics |
I heard some rumours that was going around That your "Metal" band is coming to town But then I realized just what the hell you are With your poser haircuts and your 7-stringed guitars Saw you drag a keyboard up onstage A sight that almost made me vomit with rage When you pulled out that fancy 5-stringed bass I knew for a fact we had to kick your ass This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! I heard you are sober and don’t eat meat? Well, that’s the way to lose some teeth You’ll regret those expensive shoes Your designer shirts and tribal tattoos And that 6 minute song was a big mistake Time to wipe that smile of your stupid face We’re the judge and jury and you’re sentenced to die Now there’s no way you’re leaving town alive This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware because we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! We’ll shove that keyboard down your throat Throw you in the river to see if you float Break both your knees and make you crawl So everyone can see who’s the fucking law We are the METAL POLICE! |
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2. | Four Knuckle Facelift | 01:39 | Show lyrics |
You got too many teeth in your stupid smile You got too much sunshine in your ignorant eyes But don’t you worry, because the doctor is here Gonna give you a treatment from ear to ear FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! I’m gonna fix that unbroken jaw You’ll look real funny, sucking food from a straw That’s how I work, I scar and I bruise And I cash my checks in drugs and booze FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! The simple cure for your pretty-boy looks Is a few of my heavy right handed hooks Make you a laughing-stock, the joke of the town You’ll lose your fancy look, become an ugly clown FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! |
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3. | Crime Career | 01:54 | Show lyrics |
Sittin’ here nothin’ to do Contemplating sniffin’ glue Got no job, got no cash Feelin’ like some fuckin’ trash I said that I got nothin’ to do And I’m gonna take it out on you CRIME CAREER the way I gotta go Dealin’ drugs, cashin’ in Screw the system, the way to win Lovin’ my career of crime Takin’ yours, make it mine I said screw the system’s the way to win Fuck the police I’m cashin’ in CRIME CAREER the way to fuckin’ go |
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4. | Fuck ’em All (Dwarves cover) | 01:45 | Show lyrics |
I fucked one in the basement I fucked one in the hall Fucked one on a toilet seat in a bathroom stall Fucked one in an alley Up against the wall I fucked ’em all I fucked one in Exotica And then I got the blues Then I fucked a college girl Didn’t have a clue Fucked one turning sideways Like a Chinese doll I fucked ’em all It seems like balling bitches That’s all I ever do Hey you better watch your ass I’ll fuck that too I fucked one on a freight train Rolled a load all night Fucked a girl from Pittsburgh Steel is what they like Fucked an operator Yeah she takes my calls I fucked ’em all |
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5. | Carve Off Your Face (and Shove It Up Your Ass) | 02:09 | |
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6. | Black Jack Loser | 03:04 | |
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7. | Decibel Rebel | 02:58 | |
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8. | 666 Drunks & Rock n’ Roll | 02:51 | |
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9. | Bitch with a Bulletbelt | 03:48 | |
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10. | Hellstorm | 02:42 | |
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11. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:11 | |
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12. | Piss Off, I’m Drinking | 03:40 | |
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31:57 |
Metal Police
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Micke "Hellcop" Birgersson | Drums |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass |
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1. | Metal Police | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
I heard some rumours that was going around That your "Metal" band is coming to town But then I realized just what the hell you are With your poser haircuts and your 7-stringed guitars Saw you drag a keyboard up onstage A sight that almost made me vomit with rage When you pulled out that fancy 5-stringed bass I knew for a fact we had to kick your ass This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! I heard you are sober and don’t eat meat? Well, that’s the way to lose some teeth You’ll regret those expensive shoes Your designer shirts and tribal tattoos And that 6 minute song was a big mistake Time to wipe that smile of your stupid face We’re the judge and jury and you’re sentenced to die Now there’s no way you’re leaving town alive This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware because we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! We’ll shove that keyboard down your throat Throw you in the river to see if you float Break both your knees and make you crawl So everyone can see who’s the fucking law We are the METAL POLICE! |
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2. | Four Knuckle Facelift | 01:40 | Show lyrics |
You got too many teeth in your stupid smile You got too much sunshine in your ignorant eyes But don’t you worry, because the doctor is here Gonna give you a treatment from ear to ear FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! I’m gonna fix that unbroken jaw You’ll look real funny, sucking food from a straw That’s how I work, I scar and I bruise And I cash my checks in drugs and booze FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! The simple cure for your pretty-boy looks Is a few of my heavy right handed hooks Make you a laughing-stock, the joke of the town You’ll lose your fancy look, become an ugly clown FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! |
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3. | Crime Career | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Sittin’ here nothin’ to do Contemplating sniffin’ glue Got no job, got no cash Feelin’ like some fuckin’ trash I said that I got nothin’ to do And I’m gonna take it out on you CRIME CAREER the way I gotta go Dealin’ drugs, cashin’ in Screw the system, the way to win Lovin’ my career of crime Takin’ yours, make it mine I said screw the system’s the way to win Fuck the police I’m cashin’ in CRIME CAREER the way to fuckin’ go |
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4. | Fuck ’em All (Dwarves cover) | 01:46 | Show lyrics |
I fucked one in the basement I fucked one in the hall Fucked one on a toilet seat in a bathroom stall Fucked one in an alley Up against the wall I fucked ’em all I fucked one in Exotica And then I got the blues Then I fucked a college girl Didn’t have a clue Fucked one turning sideways Like a Chinese doll I fucked ’em all It seems like balling bitches That’s all I ever do Hey you better watch your ass I’ll fuck that too I fucked one on a freight train Rolled a load all night Fucked a girl from Pittsburgh Steel is what they like Fucked an operator Yeah she takes my calls I fucked ’em all |
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5. | Carve Off Your Face (and Shove It Up Your Ass) | 02:09 | |
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6. | Black Jack Loser | 03:04 | |
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7. | Decibel Rebel | 02:58 | |
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8. | 666, Drunks & Rock n’ Roll | 02:51 | |
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9. | Bitch with a Bulletbelt | 03:48 | |
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10. | Hellstorm | 02:42 | |
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11. | Six Pack Queen | 02:11 | |
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12. | Piss Off, I’m Drinking | 03:40 | |
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32:02 |
Metal Police
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Micke "Hellcop" Birgersson | Drums |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Metal Police | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
I heard some rumours that was going around That your "Metal" band is coming to town But then I realized just what the hell you are With your poser haircuts and your 7-stringed guitars Saw you drag a keyboard up onstage A sight that almost made me vomit with rage When you pulled out that fancy 5-stringed bass I knew for a fact we had to kick your ass This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! I heard you are sober and don’t eat meat? Well, that’s the way to lose some teeth You’ll regret those expensive shoes Your designer shirts and tribal tattoos And that 6 minute song was a big mistake Time to wipe that smile of your stupid face We’re the judge and jury and you’re sentenced to die Now there’s no way you’re leaving town alive This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware because we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! We’ll shove that keyboard down your throat Throw you in the river to see if you float Break both your knees and make you crawl So everyone can see who’s the fucking law We are the METAL POLICE! |
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2. | Four Knuckle Facelift | 01:40 | Show lyrics |
You got too many teeth in your stupid smile You got too much sunshine in your ignorant eyes But don’t you worry, because the doctor is here Gonna give you a treatment from ear to ear FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! I’m gonna fix that unbroken jaw You’ll look real funny, sucking food from a straw That’s how I work, I scar and I bruise And I cash my checks in drugs and booze FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! The simple cure for your pretty-boy looks Is a few of my heavy right handed hooks Make you a laughing-stock, the joke of the town You’ll lose your fancy look, become an ugly clown FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! |
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3. | Crime Career | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Sittin’ here nothin’ to do Contemplating sniffin’ glue Got no job, got no cash Feelin’ like some fuckin’ trash I said that I got nothin’ to do And I’m gonna take it out on you CRIME CAREER the way I gotta go Dealin’ drugs, cashin’ in Screw the system, the way to win Lovin’ my career of crime Takin’ yours, make it mine I said screw the system’s the way to win Fuck the police I’m cashin’ in CRIME CAREER the way to fuckin’ go |
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4. | Fuck ’em All (Dwarves cover) | 01:46 | Show lyrics |
I fucked one in the basement I fucked one in the hall Fucked one on a toilet seat in a bathroom stall Fucked one in an alley Up against the wall I fucked ’em all I fucked one in Exotica And then I got the blues Then I fucked a college girl Didn’t have a clue Fucked one turning sideways Like a Chinese doll I fucked ’em all It seems like balling bitches That’s all I ever do Hey you better watch your ass I’ll fuck that too I fucked one on a freight train Rolled a load all night Fucked a girl from Pittsburgh Steel is what they like Fucked an operator Yeah she takes my calls I fucked ’em all |
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5. | Carve Off Your Face (and Shove It Up Your Ass) | 02:09 | |
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6. | Black Jack Loser | 03:04 | |
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7. | Decibel Rebel | 02:58 | |
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8. | 666 Drunks & Rock n’ Roll | 02:51 | |
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9. | Bitch with a Bulletbelt | 03:48 | |
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10. | Hellstorm | 02:42 | |
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11. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:11 | |
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12. | Piss Off, I’m Drinking | 03:40 | |
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32:02 |
Metal Police
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars |
Mr Violence | Vocals |
Micke "Hellcop" Birgersson | Drums |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Metal Police | 03:16 | Show lyrics |
I heard some rumours that was going around That your "Metal" band is coming to town But then I realized just what the hell you are With your poser haircuts and your 7-stringed guitars Saw you drag a keyboard up onstage A sight that almost made me vomit with rage When you pulled out that fancy 5-stringed bass I knew for a fact we had to kick your ass This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! I heard you are sober and don’t eat meat? Well, that’s the way to lose some teeth You’ll regret those expensive shoes Your designer shirts and tribal tattoos And that 6 minute song was a big mistake Time to wipe that smile of your stupid face We’re the judge and jury and you’re sentenced to die Now there’s no way you’re leaving town alive This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware because we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! We’ll shove that keyboard down your throat Throw you in the river to see if you float Break both your knees and make you crawl So everyone can see who’s the fucking law We are the METAL POLICE! |
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2. | Four Knuckle Facelift | 01:39 | Show lyrics |
You got too many teeth in your stupid smile You got too much sunshine in your ignorant eyes But don’t you worry, because the doctor is here Gonna give you a treatment from ear to ear FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! I’m gonna fix that unbroken jaw You’ll look real funny, sucking food from a straw That’s how I work, I scar and I bruise And I cash my checks in drugs and booze FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! The simple cure for your pretty-boy looks Is a few of my heavy right handed hooks Make you a laughing-stock, the joke of the town You’ll lose your fancy look, become an ugly clown FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! |
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3. | Crime Career | 01:54 | Show lyrics |
Sittin’ here nothin’ to do Contemplating sniffin’ glue Got no job, got no cash Feelin’ like some fuckin’ trash I said that I got nothin’ to do And I’m gonna take it out on you CRIME CAREER the way I gotta go Dealin’ drugs, cashin’ in Screw the system, the way to win Lovin’ my career of crime Takin’ yours, make it mine I said screw the system’s the way to win Fuck the police I’m cashin’ in CRIME CAREER the way to fuckin’ go |
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4. | Fuck ’em All (Dwarves cover) | 01:45 | |
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5. | Carve Off Your Face (and Shove It Up Your Ass) | 02:09 | |
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6. | Black Jack Loser | 03:04 | |
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7. | Decibel Rebel | 02:58 | |
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8. | 666 Drunks & Rock n’ Roll | 02:51 | |
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9. | Bitch with a Bulletbelt | 03:48 | |
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10. | Hellstorm | 02:42 | |
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11. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:11 | |
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12. | Piss Off, I’m Drinking | 03:40 | |
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31:57 |
Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Members | |
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Band members | |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Rob Stringburner | Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10), Vocals (backing) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
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3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
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5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
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6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
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8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
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9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
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10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
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11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
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12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
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13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
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36:54 |
Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Vocals (backing), Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Guest/Session | |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
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3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
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5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
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6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
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8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
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9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
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10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
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11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
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12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
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13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
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36:54 |
Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Vocals (backing), Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
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3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
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5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
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6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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Side B | |||
7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
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8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
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9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
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10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
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11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
|||
12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
|||
13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
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36:54 |
Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Vocals (backing), Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Guest/Session | |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Side A | |||
1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
|||
3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
|||
5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
|||
6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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Side B | |||
7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
|||
8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
|||
9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
|||
10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
|||
11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
|||
12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
|||
13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
|||
36:54 |
Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Vocals (backing), Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Tracks | |||
---|---|---|---|
Disc 1 | |||
1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
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3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
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5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
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6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
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8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
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9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
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10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
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11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
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12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
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13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
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1. | Metal Police | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
I heard some rumours that was going around That your "Metal" band is coming to town But then I realized just what the hell you are With your poser haircuts and your 7-stringed guitars Saw you drag a keyboard up onstage A sight that almost made me vomit with rage When you pulled out that fancy 5-stringed bass I knew for a fact we had to kick your ass This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! I heard you are sober and don’t eat meat? Well, that’s the way to lose some teeth You’ll regret those expensive shoes Your designer shirts and tribal tattoos And that 6 minute song was a big mistake Time to wipe that smile of your stupid face We’re the judge and jury and you’re sentenced to die Now there’s no way you’re leaving town alive This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware because we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! We’ll shove that keyboard down your throat Throw you in the river to see if you float Break both your knees and make you crawl So everyone can see who’s the fucking law We are the METAL POLICE! |
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2. | Four Knuckle Facelift | 01:40 | Show lyrics |
You got too many teeth in your stupid smile You got too much sunshine in your ignorant eyes But don’t you worry, because the doctor is here Gonna give you a treatment from ear to ear FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! I’m gonna fix that unbroken jaw You’ll look real funny, sucking food from a straw That’s how I work, I scar and I bruise And I cash my checks in drugs and booze FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! The simple cure for your pretty-boy looks Is a few of my heavy right handed hooks Make you a laughing-stock, the joke of the town You’ll lose your fancy look, become an ugly clown FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! |
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3. | Crime Career | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Sittin’ here nothin’ to do Contemplating sniffin’ glue Got no job, got no cash Feelin’ like some fuckin’ trash I said that I got nothin’ to do And I’m gonna take it out on you CRIME CAREER the way I gotta go Dealin’ drugs, cashin’ in Screw the system, the way to win Lovin’ my career of crime Takin’ yours, make it mine I said screw the system’s the way to win Fuck the police I’m cashin’ in CRIME CAREER the way to fuckin’ go |
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4. | Fuck ’Em All (Dwarves cover) | 01:47 | Show lyrics |
I fucked one in the basement I fucked one in the hall Fucked one on a toilet seat in a bathroom stall Fucked one in an alley Up against the wall I fucked ’em all I fucked one in Exotica And then I got the blues Then I fucked a college girl Didn’t have a clue Fucked one turning sideways Like a Chinese doll I fucked ’em all It seems like balling bitches That’s all I ever do Hey you better watch your ass I’ll fuck that too I fucked one on a freight train Rolled a load all night Fucked a girl from Pittsburgh Steel is what they like Fucked an operator Yeah she takes my calls I fucked ’em all |
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6. | Black Jack Loser | 03:04 | |
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7. | Decibel Rebel | 02:58 | |
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8. | 666, Drunks & Rock ’N’ Roll | 02:51 | |
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9. | Bitch with a Bullet-Belt | 03:48 | |
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10. | Hellstorm | 02:42 | |
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11. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:11 | |
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12. | Piss Off, I’m Drinking | 03:40 | |
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Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Vocals (backing), Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
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3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
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5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
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6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
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8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
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9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
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10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
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11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
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12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
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13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
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36:54 |
Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Vocals (backing), Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
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3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
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5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
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6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
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8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
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9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
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10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
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11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
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12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
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13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
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1. | Metal Police | 03:17 | Show lyrics |
I heard some rumours that was going around That your "Metal" band is coming to town But then I realized just what the hell you are With your poser haircuts and your 7-stringed guitars Saw you drag a keyboard up onstage A sight that almost made me vomit with rage When you pulled out that fancy 5-stringed bass I knew for a fact we had to kick your ass This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! I heard you are sober and don’t eat meat? Well, that’s the way to lose some teeth You’ll regret those expensive shoes Your designer shirts and tribal tattoos And that 6 minute song was a big mistake Time to wipe that smile of your stupid face We’re the judge and jury and you’re sentenced to die Now there’s no way you’re leaving town alive This is our streets and you should take our advice You better beware because we won’t tell you twice A shitstorm is coming to rid the disease We are the METAL POLICE! We’ll shove that keyboard down your throat Throw you in the river to see if you float Break both your knees and make you crawl So everyone can see who’s the fucking law We are the METAL POLICE! |
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2. | Four Knuckle Facelift | 01:40 | Show lyrics |
You got too many teeth in your stupid smile You got too much sunshine in your ignorant eyes But don’t you worry, because the doctor is here Gonna give you a treatment from ear to ear FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! I’m gonna fix that unbroken jaw You’ll look real funny, sucking food from a straw That’s how I work, I scar and I bruise And I cash my checks in drugs and booze FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! The simple cure for your pretty-boy looks Is a few of my heavy right handed hooks Make you a laughing-stock, the joke of the town You’ll lose your fancy look, become an ugly clown FOUR KNUCKLE FACELIFT - UH! |
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3. | Crime Career | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Sittin’ here nothin’ to do Contemplating sniffin’ glue Got no job, got no cash Feelin’ like some fuckin’ trash I said that I got nothin’ to do And I’m gonna take it out on you CRIME CAREER the way I gotta go Dealin’ drugs, cashin’ in Screw the system, the way to win Lovin’ my career of crime Takin’ yours, make it mine I said screw the system’s the way to win Fuck the police I’m cashin’ in CRIME CAREER the way to fuckin’ go |
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4. | Fuck ’Em All (Dwarves cover) | 01:47 | Show lyrics |
I fucked one in the basement I fucked one in the hall Fucked one on a toilet seat in a bathroom stall Fucked one in an alley Up against the wall I fucked ’em all I fucked one in Exotica And then I got the blues Then I fucked a college girl Didn’t have a clue Fucked one turning sideways Like a Chinese doll I fucked ’em all It seems like balling bitches That’s all I ever do Hey you better watch your ass I’ll fuck that too I fucked one on a freight train Rolled a load all night Fucked a girl from Pittsburgh Steel is what they like Fucked an operator Yeah she takes my calls I fucked ’em all |
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6. | Black Jack Loser | 03:04 | |
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7. | Decibel Rebel | 02:58 | |
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8. | 666, Drunks & Rock ’N’ Roll | 02:51 | |
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9. | Bitch with a Bullet-Belt | 03:48 | |
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10. | Hellstorm | 02:42 | |
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11. | Six-Pack Queen | 02:11 | |
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12. | Piss Off, I’m Drinking | 03:40 | |
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Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Vocals (backing), Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Guest/Session | |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
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3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
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5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
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6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
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8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
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9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
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10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
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11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
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12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
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13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
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36:54 |
Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Rob Stringburner | Vocals (backing), Guitars, Songwriting (tracks 2, 5, 7, 9, 10) |
Charley Knuckleduster | Bass, Songwriting (tracks 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 11-13), Vocals (backing) |
Hellcop | Drums |
Mr. Violence | Vocals, Songwriting (tracks 1, 2, 5, 7, 9, 10, 13) |
Guest/Session | |
Konie | Guitars |
Tobias Lindkvist | Vocals (backing) |
Hellbutcher | Vocals (backing) |
Josabeth Leidi | Vocals (backing) |
Henke Palm | Guitars |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Soile Siirtola | Photography |
Martin Ehrenkrona | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Peter Wallgren | Cover art, Logo |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Still the Elite | 03:48 | Show lyrics |
It ain’t no secret we’ve seen better days Ain’t no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You’re no success, you’re a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don’t need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we’re the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We’re in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we’re still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won’t take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won’t ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we’’ hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won’t ever wimp out, we’re the fucking elite |
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2. | Life Metal Must Die | 02:28 | Show lyrics |
Don’t wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don’t wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W’er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we’ll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you’re wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That’s not a promise, that’s a threat aimed at you! |
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3. | Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won’t go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we’ll stick around ’til we can’t piss on your grave We’re too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain’t dead and gone Our presence ain’t welcome but we have come to stay We’re never gonna leave, we will never go away We’ll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we’re too loud to live but we’re too drunk to die |
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4. | Scumbag | 03:45 | Show lyrics |
Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven’t been cleaned in years but I’m too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I’m a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I’m the reason people quit their jobs, I’m the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I’m the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven’t worked a day in my life, I haven’t even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I’ll give YOU a call when it’s time to borrow some more |
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5. | Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life | 02:02 | Show lyrics |
Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won’t slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It’s a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain’t no return once the die is cast We’re going downhill and going fucking fast Ain’t got no goal beyond another bender Ain’t got no friends but the public defender |
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6. | Let’s Fall Off the Wagon | 02:48 | Show lyrics |
It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body’s aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven’t had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop’s coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let’s wake up the neighbors, let’s disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again |
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7. | ’Cause We’re a Street Metal Band | 02:35 | Show lyrics |
Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you’re drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we’re a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we’re a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you’re still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you’re the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation? |
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8. | Tonight We Fight | 02:38 | Show lyrics |
Cruising in the streets, it’s Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It’s gonna go down, one way or another You’ll be many and we’ll be few But we’re harder and meaner than all of you We’re scarred and bloody and will never stop And we’re heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab ’Cause tonight we fight The street’s our arena, the gutter is our stage We’re coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you’re not approved We’ll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you’ll know for a fact when we’re coming to town The Geneva Convention won’t be around |
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9. | When All Else Fails - Destroy! | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
When you’re all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won’t give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don’t give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they’re hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you’re all out of luck, but it’s too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin’ mark |
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10. | Low on Cash, High on Speed | 02:39 | Show lyrics |
Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I’m short on fuel and it’s your turn to pay Chorus: I’m low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I’m heading your way and I’m heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I’m speeding through town Full moon is rising and I’ll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I’m outta here |
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11. | We Stole Your Song | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we’re almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we’re not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we’ll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you |
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12. | Unholy & Unpleasant | 02:12 | Show lyrics |
We’re the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We’re the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won’t follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We’re unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We’re the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal |
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13. | All of the Decadence, None of the Success | 03:54 | Show lyrics |
So you’re thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won’t find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren’t free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you’ll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We’re like a disease that won’t disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price |
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