1. |
The Meaning of Life
00:36
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2. |
The Greater Evil
02:36
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Politics are bullshit today
Lies and greed pave the way
War rules this land now
Bleeding us like a slaughtered cow
They'll take away your every right
And you can't even put up a fight
Two sides of the same fucking coin
With our money they purloin
The Greater Evil
Vote for none
The Greater Evil
Turn tail and Run
The Greater Evil
Watch them lie
The Greater Evil
We'll all die
The masses are all asleep
Following like trained sheep
Our leaders send us out to die
But they stay in office I don't know why
We have to wake up soon
Our imminent destruction looms
The Land of the Free is no longer that
And I can't take all this crap
The Greater Evil
Vote for none
The Greater Evil
Turn tail and Run
The Greater Evil
Watch them lie
The Greater Evil
We'll all die
One says this
The other says that
Each of them is a dirty rat
Making all their wallets fat
I am not down with that
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3. |
Nuclear Hatred
01:50
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Black, white, yellow, brown
It makes no difference – you're all clowns
You speak of peace with your fingers cross
You're hand above a button, of course
The world so afraid it cannot see
The truth of their reality
Loss of individuality
left with no morality
The missile's launched by the swine
Then another comes from the other side
The rest of the world reacts
And every living soul attacks
Nuclear Hatred
All against all
Nuclear Hatred
Every power falls
Nuclear Hatred
No one lives to tell the tale
Nuclear Hatred
Epic Fail
Go ahead, drop the bomb
We had more trouble in Vietnam
Ours are bigger and better too
It never got launched 'cuz we're “friends” with you
We all decide to do the same
Someone else is sure to blame
We'll just declare war on everyone
Let's hope they don't have bigger guns
The missile's launched by the swine
Then another comes from the other side
The rest of the world reacts
And every living soul attacks
Nuclear Hatred
All against all
Nuclear Hatred
Every power falls
Nuclear Hatred
No one lives to tell the tale
Nuclear Hatred
Epic Fail
What more can we do?
Everyone else is dead
The last living human declared the victor
And to that victor lay the crown on his head
A spoiled world of ashes and rubble
An earth of death, famine and filth
If he grows hungry, he'll become a cannibal
And drink from the blood that is spilt
The missile's launched by the swine
Then another comes from the other side
The rest of the world reacts
And every living soul attacks
Nuclear Hatred
All against all
Nuclear Hatred
Every power falls
Nuclear Hatred
No one lives to tell the tale
Nuclear Hatred
Epic Fail
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4. |
Brain Hemorrhage
01:57
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Splitting headache
Death comes on swift wings
What could cause this?
The siren sings and sings
You see red
As blood fills your eyes
No escape
from this terrible demise
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage - No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage - No!
Deadly poison
Your brain begins to pulse
Sweet release
The grim reaper calls
Like a dagger
Blade lodged in your brain
Nothing can stop
This unbearable pain
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage - No!
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5. |
Norman Bates
01:39
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Norman Bates, Norman Bates
In “Mother Mode” and quite irate
He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell
You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel
Spend the night at your own expense
Never come back, ladies and gents
Step into the shower, get stabbed in the back
“Mother's orders” - you've been whacked
Try to run, try to hide
You were already dead when you stepped inside
Norman Bates, Norman Bates
In “Mother Mode” and quite irate
He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell
You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel
Call the cops to investigate the scene
There's something strange about Mrs. B.
Not sure where to place the blame
Mother and son are one and the same
It seems the poor boy lost his mind
On that fateful night that Mommy died
Norman Bates, Norman Bates
In “Mother Mode” and quite irate
He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell
You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel
It's too late!
Norman Bates!
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6. |
Killer Croc
01:32
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Waylon Jones snaps necks, breaks bones
Dwells in the sewers that he calls home
Gnashing teeth – cannibal
Devours your flesh for a morbid sensation
Hunting bats on patrol
Committing crimes to lure his prey
Evil eyes – serpentine
Wreaking havoc on the people of Gotham
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Waylon Jones, born in a sideshow
Psychotic rage got him landed in Arkham
Iron hide – homicide
Brute strength makes fro simple murder
Chilling bite – appetite
His lust for blood will never be quenched
Silently, violently
Unleashing wrath on society
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
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7. |
Stick 'em
03:14
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Playing some Halo late one night
Hear some whore's voice on Xbox Live
Know she's easy, invite her for some fun
Get ready to use your fucking gun
She shows up around 10 or 11
You know her "Blood Gulch" is a ticket to heaven
Sticking her with your plasma sword
She screams for you to dominate her more
Moaning in alien tongues
She wants you to cock your gun
When you are ready to come,
Take out a plasma grenade and stick 'em
Your battle rifle's pumping in three round bursts
She wants you to assassinate her first
Get ready for firefight with your fuck buddy
Who knew gamer chicks were this slutty?
Ready to shoot can't hold it no more
Your Warthog's throttle is pinned to the floor
MAC rounds authorized, here we go
Realize you forgot an "overshield"-DO'H!
Moaning in alien tongues
She wants you to cock your gun
When you are ready to come,
Take out a plasma grenade and stick 'em
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8. |
World War Z
03:14
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The war against the apocalypse began with a chemical leak
The gas spreads far across the globe, disease given unto the weak
The people of course, are told nothing but lies, their ignorance no longer bliss
When a relative spews black acid blood it's kill 'em or turn into this
Grab your gun, suit up
Shoot 'em in the head
Be prepared for the fight - the war against the undead
Kick ass, shoot what move,s don't stop 'till it's deceased
Give 'em hell 'till their brains are blown out
And you might survive World War Z
Across the street and around the globe, a war is going on
Z's coming strong and they won't die – they even withstand the cold
Nuclear war we can't even perform – our government's mostly turned
If we lose hope will surely die, there's gotta be a way to win
Grab your gun, suit up
Shoot 'em in the head
Be prepared for the fight - the war against the undead
Kick ass, shoot what move,s don't stop 'till it's deceased
Give 'em hell 'till their brains are blown out
And you might survive World War Z
The battle of Yonkers and Avalon are turning points in the war
The latter gives us strategy – providing us a film
The final fight in New Mexico awards us victory
As we all up the irons – “The Trooper” our battle creed
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9. |
Zamboni
04:19
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In the middle of the hockey game
Machine comes out to clean up the stage
But things are different this particular day
'Cuz Pete the Zombie's here – he's looking insane
Gets on his baby and he's loaded on beer
Turns the ignition on and starts up a cheer
He's got that look in his eye – time to do something bad
Cheers turn to screams and it is totally rad
Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Everyone scream
And so begins the bench clearing brawl
Nobody here is safe – no matter how tall
And don't you even try to leave your seat
'Cuz nothing's gonna stop Zamboni Pete
He'll grind you up in his machine of death
Watch your intestines get pulled out of your chest
There's a decapitated head in the goal post
The home team wins and now they're toast
Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Everyone scream
What's this commotion on the hockey rink?
The screams of pain and my God, what a stink
The smell of beer and piss and rotting flesh
Entrails are scattered at this game of death
Everyone's dead but the fun's just begun
There's the door, Pete's gotta run
With his icy tank of certain fate
When he comes to your town you'll know it's too late
Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Everyone scream
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