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Spitting tacks! I'm coughing up blood
No more fucks left to give!
Spitting tacks! I'm coughing up blood
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Spitting tacks! I'm coughing up blood
Got no fucks left to give!
Spitting tacks! I'm coughing up blood
Hey! Hey! Hey!
We're no fuckin’ Punks and neither are you
No-one will ever reinvent Axel Rose!
Barely wearing black all down to our shoes!
Cause no-one gives a shit!
Punk is dead and so are you!
Punk is dead and so are you!
Punk is dead and so we're...
Spitting tacks! And coughing up blood
Got no fucks left to give!
Spitting tacks! I'm coughing up blood
No more fucks left to give!
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We’re so fucked, it’s only Tuesday
Feels more like goddamn doomsday
But we’ve pledged allegiance to the hounds of hell
So you think we’re done?
No! We’ve only just begun!
So I will sharpen my teeth
A personal meet&bleed
To tear the fuckin' scene
Hell Yeah! Hell Yeah! Hell Yeah!
We’re dancing on the knives edge
Collecting bullets with our heads
Yeah! We’re the hounds that will bring on doomsday!
Do me a favour and forget how to breathe
You better run, you better be on your heels
Got me a lighter and some gasoline
‘Cause friend you’ve taken it a little too far
Let me help you get in the trunk of my car
Gonna drive away, I don’t care where just far... away.
We’re dancing on the knives edge
Collecting bullets with our heads
Yeah! We ́re the hounds that will bring on doomsday!
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In case you missed it: take those fuckin' blisters
Stick 'em through your eyelids or up your finger...
...nails: are what will hail from the skies
If you don't stop running your mouth like this
You got the same mindset like back in '36.
So you want to protect a land?
That you were shat on by coincidence?
You're a failure just like me and them
You're stupidity: the only difference
So if you wanna make a change:
Go blast off your fuckin' head.
A.N.T.I. your rotting state
Proud of your heritage built up by lawn gnomes and hate
D.E.F.I.N.E.D. B.Y. K.L.E.I.N.G.A.R.T.E.N.V.E.R.E.I.N.
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We're the motherfuckin’ skeletons
Swinging from bar to bar like pendulums
Like a bag of rats on heroin
We won't go home ‘til the early morning.
Church! Burn!
Sticks and Stones
Won't break your bones
We'll mount your heads
On the highest poles
Cut of your limbs
Like the devils horns
Bleed out! Bleed out!
Bowels out
We’ll need a noose
Battered, burned
And fuckin’ bruised
Leave you here
lying on the ground
Bleed out! Bleed out!
Church! Burn!
The taste on blood on our lips
The fear in your eyes when we chime in
Tearing your flesh from the bone
Hungry like some gutter dogs.
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Oh I'm wearing all black tonight
Got to appease my fuckin' appetite.
Stompin' down the streets like a juggernaut
Your Gucci Gang will never be save nor sound... No!
Oh don't you know what a fuckin' snitch is?
Pass me a knife and I'll teach your thickheads.
Go bath in gold, you fuckin' rich kids
I'll make you pay in quintuple digits.
I'll bring the noose if you bring your neck
Won't ever backtrack on that, you can place your bets, you
fuckin' set-backs.
You make me fuckin' snap!!!
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We Are the Pestilence
04:08
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I’m a fuckin' brickwall
Come and paint me black
Cover up this so-called art
Destroy your virtuosity
I'm the judge of my own town
I hang whoever I want
First of all my pity-self
Because...
We are the pestilence
The black plague pledging your pissant souls
We are nothingness
Bound to become...
(Just more meaningless and less and less)
Bounce, bounce ‘til we’re dead, yeah!
This is destruction
This is total failure
Anti-existing
Essential, complete disbelief
This is a conspiracy against:
Every soul
Each and everyone
Against myself
We must come undone
Tear down the walls
That keep us save
We are the pestilence
We are nothingness
We are the pestilence
The plague pledging your pissant souls
We are nothingness
Bound to become...
Bounce, bounce ‘til we’re dead, yeah!
We are the pestilence
The black plague pledging your pissant souls
We are nothingness
Bound to become just more meaningless and less and less
and less.
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The Tenth Decay
04:03
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Broken bodies are what I sleep on
Shattered dreams are what I feast on
As hopeless as romance
As fuckin' fierce as snakes
Ain't my life, I don't do what I choose
A browbeaten fuckin' brittle fool
When you're dead inside
No-one can take your life
Disaster! The worst part of me!
Disaster! Took its chance on me!
Exacting utter mayhem!!!
Heralding the fuckin' end!!!
Coherent desolation!!!
Disaster reigns!!!
Disaster reigns all over me!!!
This world's got nothing left for us
We're only filled with grieve and lust
Pass round the shovel
So we can dig our graves
Just a shadow of my former self
Wrapped in death shrouds, throw me away
I am distress,
Relentlessness
Disaster! The worst part of me!
Disaster! Took its chance on me!
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Honeycombs Full of Shit
03:14
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We crowned a beast
We crowned a beast
A crumbling kingdom won't ever retreat
Our crippled dreams won't bend their knees
We crowned a beast for all fuckin' means.
But in the sewers below the streets!
Rats won't ever find fuckin' peace! No!
There's no way that we're gonna make it
Guts and glory, just a big pile of shit
Look at all those dick-driven heads
As if they would care if you clenched your fists.
Chopped down everything that bleeds
Chewing on the hand that fuckin' feeds
Where did you think that this would lead?
We're the most disastrous breed!
No saviours
No saints
Just sinners
All up in flames
If there is land left to contaminate: say no more, ‘cause
mankind came to stay
These honeycombs are full of shit
Chemicals in our heads and river-beds
Where did you think that this would lead?
We're the most disastrous breed!
But in the sewers below the streets
The rats just wait to take the lead.
So if the rats rise to claim the crown
We'll rightly rot in the underground
Let's go now!!
No way that we're gonna make it
Guts and glory, just a big pile of shit
Look at all those dick-driven heads
As if they would care if you clench your fists.
Chopped down everything that bleeds
Chewing on the hand that fuckin' feeds
Where did you think that this would lead?
We're the most disastrous breed!
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Armageddon Jazz
02:37
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Sprayed that threat on the wall
Just like I tagged NME
So can I get a: Hell fuckin' yeah?!
Shake your legs and bang your head
For this is armageddon jazz!
Come get down to this!
Throw up to it!
You don't have to believe me
Just ‘cause I'm telling the truth
You don't have to deceive me
That's what I was born to do.
So if you're lookin' for desperation:
Come look for me!
For desperation?
Come and look out for me...
If you're lookin' for desperation:
Come look for me!
Lookin' for desperation?
Come and look out for me...
On every corner
In your daddy's eyes
Weekdays at work when you fake those smiles: the
foundation of every chosen white
Salute your flag before you take your life.
I said... I said... I said...
This is armageddon jazz!!!
Get get get get down to this!
This is armageddon jazz!!!
Come throw up to it!
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Come Out Swimming, Bernd
04:22
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We will go down with this ship
Just to watch you fuckin' drown with it
Won't run a shot across the bow
Always remember: there are sharks in the water.
I will walk this plank with grace
As long as your body's strapped around my waist
Our satisfaction glimmers in your desperate eyes
Our bloated bodies will wash up with the tide.
Cross your heart when we cross your way
Say your prayers we'll make you our prey
Cross your heart when we cross your way
Dead men tell no fuckin' tales.
Pass round the jug filled with your blood
Mixed with rum and your phony hearts
A cocktail after our fancy.
If you deny
Anyone the right
To seek refuge
Let me grant you the right
To be
Fuckin' marooned.
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