This song is called 'Red Harvest'. Destroy, go. . How many people can I hate in my mind. With an intention of murder?. Because the people fear me, the people bleeding.
Cheerful screams under the evening sun. A happy family out on picnic fun. Morning breeze brings the stench of death. Mutilated carcasses and rotten flesh.
Open the gates stormbringer. From the great dark beyond. Tides of darkness. blasphemous onslaught. before the coming of the age of chaos. . Charge!. with weapons drawn in anger.
Ghost at the gate,. Why don't we go. Over the lay of the land?. Memories fade,. But I can feel them. Wade through the sun. And the shade.. . Who owns the hills and lakes.
welp, we just wanna see you naked. blah blah blah, with all your bullshit. xxx crossing out the hit list. hunter moore on speed dial. you'll be famous for awhile.
Take your pants off!. . Welp, we just wanna see you naked.. . Blah, blah, blah with all your bullshit!. XXX, crossing out the hitlist. Hunter Moore on speedial....
{Hey!. Da dee dada dee da da. This is Rip Taylor. Hey there, sprinkle genies. Ha, haa, ha. Did you know that midgets make up. A small percentage of the population?.
There's someone coming down for you Rudy. There's someone coming down for you. There's someone coming down for you Rudy. There's someone coming down for you.
Times New Roman you know the type. Calling me, 'Public Enemy' but don't believe the hype. Tough guy like the one in, 'Star 80' wanna bait me. Hook line sinker now your lady wanna date me.
Times New Roman you know the type. Calling me, 'Public Enemy' but don't believe the hype. Tough guy like the one in, 'Star 80' wanna bait me. Hook line sinker now your lady wanna date me.
{The Bloodhound Gang record's called 'One Fierce Beer Coaster'. And on the front of the record there's a picture of a beer coaster. So the record looks like a beer coaster.
So set your phasers on kill if ya will so catch the feeling. Got your head a pumping a back and forth until it hits the ceiling. Now I'm wheeling, dealing, stealing, Johnny's apple seeds.
I'm going to Africa. Yes ma'am I'm a brick. Was President Lincoln. Okay Mitten. . There's a dog in the vent. Chicken necks. I pick Ken Griffey Jr.. I fell out two times.
{Uhh, that was creepy. I would rather slurp rancid tuna salad out of my own ass. Or scour my boobies off with a rusty S O S pad. Or hump a piece of splintered balsa wood}.
No matter what you say. You see it every day. It's all in front of you. It's inside you too. . It's really everywhere. If you would only care. To look inside the truth.
Rock an' roll. . As I walked along I wonder. What went wrong with our love. A love that was so strong. . And as I still walk on. I think of what we done together.
The crime, birth, my motive's clear. My final objective is to destroy and conquer all that I fear. The fear's in me instilled through the years. That's causing growing pains I think I can't get it out.
You know sometimes when I get up in the morning,. I don't know if I can face another day. because shit's been so fucking hard for so fucking long. and it don't seem like shits ever going to change..
a shooting star, shining so far, enlights the dark night. a melody enchanting me, a kiss from heaven. if i'd know how i'd do it now, i would change the world outside.