Search & Seizure

Up in the morning, feeling alive. Not in the mood for ordeals. Get in my car just to go for a ride. Another day at the wheel. Bang into third. Tachometer rises to 3000 RPM.

Save The Planet

Rise From The Ashes

Am I dreaming, am I alive, the final war, I did survive. One of the chosen. One of the few. A world in ruins because of who. Now you look around. See the world in ruins.

Rise Fro The Ashed

Am I dreaming, am I alive, the final war, I did survive. One of the chosen. One of the few. A world in ruins because of who. Now you look around. See the world in ruins.

Resurrection

Tell me what I see is not a true reality. But a strange piece of quantum physics fantasy. And if that's not the case then I can't help but laugh. At where the music's going, heading for the past.

Radiation Sickness

Destruction. Has ruined your world. Flags of death. Have been unfold. Destruction. Has been unleashed. You've survived. And now you will die. . Crawl through Hell.

Quocustodiat

Power, the face of corruption. Rolling over all opposition. Evil, the thoughts of the masses. When minorities are oppressed classes. Hiding behind the same cliches.

Psa

Price Of Freedom

Find a maddened hypocritic holy man to heed. Hear only the words that you want to. Deny that you are led by a psychotic need. To destroy anything that offends you.

Preaching To The Deaf

Nuclear Assault's "Preaching to the Deaf". J.Connelly, D.Lilker. Trust me listen to me don't think much of what I'm saying. After all, I am your friend.

Poetic Justice

Doe, a deer thut Nugent shot. Ray, a fish that's flat. Me, the guy who's always getting fucked. Fa, the ride to our next gig. So, it means I'm not impressed.

Nuclear War

War has come. To your home. Now it lies destroyed. Nuclear war, the final war. The end of all man's dreams. No one wins. In this game. Both sides have lost.

No Time

Wander into someone's life you're self assured. You're building trust and winning dreams. You hide behind hind a mask your face is not your own. Of your true side little is seen.

Nightmares

"Who would believe someone thoought mad!". . I have been trapped. Inside these four walls. There is no future for. Those in this place. My cries for mercy.

New Song

Closed books is what some people's minds are like. Shut tight, new ideas, they just always get passed by. Prejudice, living in their thoughts and deeds.

My America

Well I'm pig biting mad. At the things that people say. Those communist slobs. And the games that they play. 'Cause it's. . My America. My America. My America.

Mr. Softee Theme

Mother's Day

Madness Descends

Another time of madness descends. Why can't the hatred ever seem to end. Man against man brothers fighting one another. And no one ready to make amends.

Long Haired A$$hole

Me and a buddy Joe were hanging.... Out in a bar the other night. And we got into this little argument. With some people with short hair. And they called us a bunch of long haired assholes.