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Grimskunk

Grimskunk : Rooftop killer 7 (1993)

Paroles de chansons et pochette de l'album Rooftop killer 7 de Grimskunk
1. Rooftop killer
All I want from you is to see you disintegrate
I'll sit here drink your beer and then assassinate
I desecrate your beauty I contemplate your fall
No matter what happens I'll exterminate you all

I'm feeling happy 'cuz there's corpses strewn along the road
The blood drains down the sewers such a heavy load
Call me sick demented am I mentally unstable
I'll have your organs fried for supper on my kitchen table

I'll blow your fucking head off 'cuz I'm feeling in the mood
I'm going to get rid of that damned commanding attitude
You'll take your orders from me now for I am in control
You will live and die for me I'll repossess your soul

Pull out my machine gun slowly wait to take my aim
Your body blew up all over somebody's lawn pity oh what a shame
Don't rebel no victims that I find lame survive
There's always something interesting to keep the game alive

I've planned my final tactics the end will soon begin
All roads lead to death and evil I will always win
If you would look me in the eyes you'd clearly understand
I'll blow away each and every single one of you motherfuckers
Until your blood stains the entire land
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2. In eight years
People used to tell me Joe you'd better cool out
Playing in a band and blowing out your mind
They used to tell me one day your gonna find out
You're fucking up your life and wasting all your time

I've toiled and I've tried before
But my efforts have left me poor
But now I've got a feeling
About a fiendish friend

I've played and I've paid my way
But I'm not here to stay
Until I've got a deal with the evil one

And you'll put me on
It might take eight years
And then you will find
You've wasted all your time

It might take eight years
But you're gonna go far
You're gonna be a star
And you'll be getting high
Every single night
You're gonna be a star
In eight years he became a rock god!

I'm losing my respect for people who sell their souls
Making money pretend to play rock'n'roll
I can't believe my ears is it true what am I seeing
You spend more time on your hair than you do practicing
Mr. Major label soft porn video
Making sure that all your teenage fans will go
When no musicians seem to give a shit
No rockers bang their heads to it
So how could you stoop so low
Could you lose your self-respect
What's going on inside your head
Satan made me do it!
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