: I've got a bomb shelter in my backyard With a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cards Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits
: Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere Body bolted to the gournd Trunk-liquor dries in sores Unsupported on mothers floor Impossible to stand the
: Ach wie herrlich ist es in Paris die Frauen sind so su? und dennoch ist mir mies! Jeden Abend Smoking oder Frack So geht das Tag fur Tag das ist nicht
: [lyrics: Cyklo, music: Hary] Violent death of disfigured victim Purulent succulent carrion Infestation by swarming maggots Repulsive stench of putrefaction
: Rotting, smell the stench Shocking, can't help but stare Maggots, feast on flesh Dismantle the carcass Severed, arms and legs Intestines, hang from
Go starless in the night Once carcass is cold no rest in hearts And no predictive eyes strong to see What lies beyond Nepenthe So teach me what is death
Crumbling graffiti Doom and siesta time
Mama said, "Don't you play around town" But I just can't control myself Picking up that boy tonight Ain't gonna put him down 'til it feels all right
And all of the corpses walk step by step To the rhythm of your once beating heart Over and over they march, on and on To the same old songs Trying to
Amputated appendages, limbless now, Nothing but a useless torso, and a sack of shit - filled organs... Dismembered Carcass Infectious gangrene has spread
Watch and PRAY Enter not Into temptation Spirits willing Flesh is weak Bury your carcass Be renewed in CHRIST To be carnally minded is death To be spiritually
this morning you got up early I was still sleeping I was exhausted I was having dreams that had blood in them that had weapons in them wet dreams wet
she rubs out your mind and captures your soul she rapes your conscience and then you really think she's loving you? she hynotizes your eyes and pump you
I've got a bomb shelter in my backyard With a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cards Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits
And all of the corpses One step I step To the rhythm of their one speed heart Over and over they march On and on to the same old song Trying to find something
I've got a bomb shelter in my backyard With a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cards Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits We
En un momento el grito estallo Detras de ma, detras de vos Sombras de implacables detectives que persiguen, persisten No tienen prueba, ni identikits
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