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PUFFBALL
Leave Them All Behind
APOCALYPSE WHENEVER
Give me a shot of what the kids repell.
If it's lame to them, it's gotta suit me well.
And hand me a book that all their parents hate.
If it corrupts their kids I wanna see the bait.
CUZ I’VE HAD A LONG TIME OF WAIT.
AND NOBODY TRIED TO SET ME STRAIGHT.
GRANT ME A CHANGE FROM THIS LIFE OF GRIME.
APOCALYPSE WHENEVER, ANY TIME.
Give me inebriation of the scary kind.
Pour me a glass of what makes the drunks go blind.
And sell me a car that just guzzles gas.
EPA's worst nightmare's gotta kick some ass.
CUZ I’VE HAD A LONG TIME OF WAIT…
What the kids repell.
It’s gotta suit me well.
I’m gonna raise some hell.
APOCALYPSE WHENEVER, ANY TIME.
Give me an upper that just slows me down.
Play me some soul that has that death rock sound.
Rent me a movie with no reason or rhyme.
If nobody likes it, it should be worth my time.
CUZ I’VE HAD A LONG TIME OF WAIT…
What the kids repell…
APOCALYPSE WHENEVER, ANY TIME.
NO REGRETS
What doesn’t thrill you makes you weaker.
What doesn’t move you makes you bleaker.
Sleep with devil, give it one more try.
Don’t regret your safe life when you’re about to die.
Build it up and tear it down.
Bad decisions are abound.
Recreate and deconstruct.
Spin the chamber, try your luck.
You need an urge to find a whole new feeling.
Might want your head to pulverize the ceiling.
The fastest action and the highest stakes.
We ain’t got much time for christ sakes.
Build it up and tear it down…
NO REGRETS, JUST LET IT FLY.
CAN’T JUST SIT’N WATCH DAYS GO BY.
NO REGRETS IS WHAT I LIVE BY.
CAN’T SIT AND WATCH DAYS GO BY.
Make it happen, it’s my final will.
Become a sucker for that rushing chill.
No regrets and no repent.
Buy a used parachute, don’t pay the rent.
Build it up and tear it down…
NO REGRETS, JUST LET IT FLY…
SAW IT COMIN’
You got me so in check,
you´ve got your eyes on me all the time
from when I rise to when I hit the deck.
When the going’s already gone,
you keep the track on one and all,
you always have that radar switched on.
START A LIFE ON YOUR OWN,
I WON’T THROW THE DOG A BONE.
YOU CAN’T TEAR MY WORLD APART.
I SAW IT COMING FROM THE START.
PUT THE WEIGHT BACK ON MY BACK.
TELL ’EM ALL I’M OFF THE TRACK.
You know exactly when I’m lit,
you got a spotlight right on me,
your peering eyes just don’t know when to quit.
The scandalseeker is on a roll,
you ruin the fun when I’m in my prime,
when it’s my right to get out of control.
START A LIFE ON YOUR OWN…
BUT YOU CAN’T TEAR MY WORLD APART.
CUZ I SAW IT COMIN’ FROM THE START.
You got me so in check…
The scandalseeker is on a roll…
START A LIFE ON YOUR OWN…
BUT YOU CAN’T TEAR MY WORLD APART.
CUZ I SAW IT COMIN’ FROM THE START.
GODSPEED
Eat fire, now you give it one last try.
See high flames soaring right into the sky.
Got a deathwish so you rev it up again.
No hope, you’re numb to all the pain.
Live fast, and the hazards multiply.
Out of question that a fluke will stand you by.
Heat strikes and smarting out your eyes.
Keep cool when your front is on the rise.
GODSPEED – GOT A MESS ABOUT TO BLOW.
GODSPEED – WHERE EVER YOU MAY GO.
Scared stiff, hope that luck is on your side.
Jump right in with disaster as your bride.
Peaking out like a missle on the hunt.
Jalopy rider with a penchant for a stunt.
Break down, in a sea of oil and flames.
Add one more to the long list of names.
Made a try with hot skates on thin ice.
Snake eyes on your tumblin’ dice.
GODSPEED – GOT A MESS ABOUT TO BLOW…
Eat fire, now you give it one last try…
GODSPEED – GOT A MESS ABOUT TO BLOW…
ON ALL EIGHT
Loud, primal and ferocious.
Hungry for a chunk out of that road.
Stripped, wide and obnoxious.
A brawler with no extra load.
IF YOU THINK YOU’VE HIT THE JACKPOT
AND THAT I’LL CROSS THE LINE TOO LATE
YOU KNOW THAT NICE GUYS FINISH LAST
WHEN I FIRE ON ALL EIGHT.
Hot, clean and unrelenting.
Reverberating thunder in the night.
Bad, mad and torque presenting.
Accelerating screaming streak of light.
IF YOU THINK YOU’VE HIT THE JACKPOT…
Rough, tough and never-breaking.
Stuck to the roadway just like glue.
Sleek, tweaked and hood shaking.
Wrung-out demon coming through.
IF YOU THINK YOU’VE HIT THE JACKPOT…
MEGATON SHAKEDOWN
Shaking from slack and the usual crap.
Stripping you down with unrevealed smack.
Tell us you're back with some other spark.
Just let us begin we're back in the dark .
Shaking from sighs from the beloved night.
Cranking with fumes and noone’s in sight.
Peeling off chrome and setting is done.
Tonight it all goes with some unruly fun.
TAKE ANOTHER FOOL’S ADVICE.
AN UNREPENTANT SINNER’S VICE.
HIT ’EM HARDER IT’S ALRIGHT.
IT’S MEGATON SHAKEDOWN NIGHT.
Shaking the shack it’s my own neon trap.
With gunshot spirit this head’s ’bout to snap.
Catch you off guard it’s a perfectly good plan.
A human Zoo keeper in a rusty sedan.
TAKE ANOTHER FOOL’S ADVICE…
Shaking from slack and the usual crap…
TAKE ANOTHER FOOL’S ADVICE…
OUTLAW
Can't stop for the city, many miles to the promised land.
Slowly slippin' and sweat drippin', I've tried to tell you but you don't understand.
I'M GOIN' AWAY, I WON'T BE BACK.
YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME CUZ I'M WAY UP TRACK.
TODAY THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY BUT GOODBYE. OUTLAW.
My body's tired and my hands bleed, my mind is racing to a different speed.
Final fear is drawing near, get closer and I'm out of here.
I'M GOIN' AWAY, I WON'T BE BACK.
YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME CUZ I'M WAY UP TRACK.
TODAY THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY BUT GOODBYE. OUTLAW.
TAILLIGHTS DISAPPEAR
My thoughts wander back to a time and a place.
When power was cheap and a worker could race.
Now I’m stuck in a time with no style and no soul.
It feels like I’m dragged down a dirty old road.
A return to the basics and a loan I can pay.
To shut down flashy Beemers any ol’ day.
I want maximum fun for a reasonable price.
I don’t want to be trapped in a box that looks ”nice”.
I WANT A RIDE THAT CAN TAKE ME OUT OF HERE.
GIVE ME SOME GAS AND I’M HANGING OUT THE REAR.
I WANT A RIDE THAT CAN TAKE ME OUT OF HERE.
I WANT ’EM TO SEE MY TAILLIGHTS DISAPPEAR.
”But gas’s so expensive, it costs a fortune per mile”.
Says average maggots with no spirit and style.
”The clutch is so hard and it rattles my nerves”.
Just give me more juice, I won’t drive in no curves.
My thoughts wander back to a time and a place…
I WANT A RIDE THAT CAN TAKE ME OUT OF HERE…
BENDERBOUND
Wasted on blind pig, crawling into the sun.
On the brink of a seizure, what I have done?
Signed up for a bender and a full scale slip.
It’s been to long since I lost my grip.
I’M ARMED TO THE TEETH WITH PURE DEPRAVATION.
AND I’M HEADING FOR A BINGE WITH NO HESITATION.
GOTTA GET A CHANGE FROM MY SOBER STATE.
I’M BENDERBOUND CUZ IT’S TOO LATE, TOO LATE.
So tired of the pressure and the be-nice-feel.
I cook up something dangerous for my dinner meal.
I’m ready for whatever, and to cross the line.
Electricity and water, don’t they mix just fine?
I’M ARMED TO THE TEETH WITH PURE DEPRAVATION…
When it comes to mayhem, I’m the real McCoy.
And one thing is dead set, I head out to destroy.
I’m locked and loaded and the target is me.
You can find some crazy fuckers in my familytree.
Wasted on blind pig, crawling into the sun…
I’M ARMED TO THE TEETH WITH PURE DEPRAVATION…
BUSY DOING NOTHING
I’m a buzzing fountain of spirituality.
And you can call me the king of inactivity.
Right now I have something in the works.
Gotta get out of my bed and I tell you it hurts.
I HAVE ALWAYS TRIED TO DO THE BEST I COULD
SLOWING DOWN THE PACE AND DOING IT GOOD
I AM BUSY DOING NOTHING
I’M A MAN THAT NEVER ACTS.
I AM BUSY DOING NOTHING
MAN, CAN I RELAX.
I’ve tried to push my efforts to the hilt
Cuz people tend to cram me full of guilt.
But they don’t know that I work for five.
When I slam my brilliant mind into overdrive.
I HAVE ALWAYS TRIED TO DO THE BEST I COULD…
I AM BUSY DOING NOTHING…
I guess you’ve never seen one take it this slow.
What have I done this week, I don’t know.
Soon there’s a fresh week coming to my bed.
And I’ll be ready to keep working in my head.
I HAVE ALWAYS TRIED TO DO THE BEST I COULD…
I AM BUSY DOING NOTHING…
BAD MAN
Well he was born under a bad sign and livin’ much the same.
Way up in the badlands, just too goddamn wild to tame.
He got stuck in that rut from not knowing other ways.
Now he can tear out your spine with precision and grace.
An outlaw under God, an area under one.
He’s always aware of the things you’ve done.
One-man judge and jury, and one man terror squad.
Escape into the swamps, he will wade on through the mud.
He’s got his bed placed so he gets out on the wrong side.
It’s all ’bout being mean, this man is doublewide.
An outlaw under God...
LAY LOW, THE WORD IS ON THE TOWN.
THERE GOES A BAD MAN.
THERE IS MADNESS TO GO DOWN.
THIS IS TRULY WAR
Curfew traps you in your den.
Dragged through hell, then back again.
Nightmare scenes when man destroys,
Wounded people makes a terrible noise.
FORGET THE THINGS YOU’VE KNOWN BEFORE
FORGET THE THINGS YOU’VE KNOWN BEFORE
CUZ THIS IS TRULY WAR.
A change of the pace to the absurd.
There’s bombshell landing on the curb.
A reap the whirlwind type display
The dogs of war have the final say.
FORGET THE THINGS YOU’VE KNOWN BEFORE…
Your breathing in some air that chokes.
This ain’t no joke, this ain’t no hoax.
Get used to a whole new kind of worry
Napalm showers is a different story.
FORGET THE THINGS YOU’VE KNOWN BEFORE…
DRIVEN TO DRINK
Driven to drink.
I wake up every day.
The urge hasn’t gone away.
My eyeballs are bloodred.
I can’t remember what I said.
My drink is always laced , to boost my shitfaced ways.
Pour me another one, feels like the damage done.
Driven to drink.
Been raiding all the bars.
Got a bunch of barfight scars.
I’m ready for another round.
Soon it’s spining safe and sound.
My drink is always laced…
I fall out on the streets.
Out of those sweaty sheets.
Soon I flash my whiskey grin.
A night of chaos can begin.
My drink is always laced…
Driven to drink
My drink is always laced…
TAKE YOU DOWN
Break it off, you no-good clown.
You might wanna get your ass out of town.
Chicken legs got nothing on me.
You’ll hit the ground before I count to three.
Haulin’ ass - take you down.
Got no class - take you down.
Jaw of glass - take you down.
You get my treatment when I take you down.
If you want trouble I know just the thing.
Get in my way and get a baseball swing.
I earned my balls down at the liquor store.
My head’s a cylinder, you made the bore.
Haulin’ ass - take you down…
Got a knapsack full of dirty tricks.
A natural nemesis of annoying hicks.
You chewing asphalt is beyond doubt.
Nobody’s fool will make your light go out.
I’m pushing whippings at a discount price.
Deliver damage to be more precise.
Break it off you no-good clown…
Haulin’ ass - take you down…
The "Solid State (Eight Track)" 10"
DECHROMED
Welcome to this drag strip date,
the finish's gone and our priorities are straight.
The condition "mint" can't describe a car this mean,
but this ain't no trailer queen.
A backalley wreck suits me fine.
I don't want no showroom shine.
Dechromed.
The lustre is shit and you can peel off flakes,
the seats got holes and we've got no brakes.
With the car lined up, hear the popcorn sound,
a push on the gas and wheels go round and round.
A backalley wreck suits me fine.
I don't want no showroom shine.
Dechromed.
STREET DOMINATOR
I always have to defend my choice of daily driving beast.
But my life post Mr Norm has been a full time steering feast.
And when my wagon-driving neightbour say that he can load in more.
I want to grab that pistolgrip & push my foot through the floor.
To keep this sucker running it gets harder day by day.
But heads are turned, tyres burned, I won't give it away.
Gas can never cost too much and neither can the parts.
It takes some time and I'm out to shut down Darts.
The well-conducted shiver when my taillights disappear.
It doesn't mean a thing when my kind of people cheer.
To keep this sucker running it gets harder day by day.
But heads are turned, tyres burned, I won't give it away.
It's my dailydriving monster and it will keep rolling on.
I got my Holley Dominator and I pump the brakes for none.
Life is good when I dominate the street.
It's been in brawls but my Holley can take the heat.
It's a big old piece of metal but it moves like it's on fire.
Some tries to strut their sleepers but they can't beat this livewire.
It's my dailydriving monster and it will keep rolling on.
I got my Holley Dominator and I pump the brakes for none.
Life is good when I dominate the street.
It's been in brawls but my Holley can take the heat.
UNGLUED
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DELIRIUM BOY
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SHUTDOWN!
I am ready for the run, all psyched up in the chute.
Eyeballing my rivals with my raked front at the route.
The motor´s tuned perfect, it´s excitement to the core.
It´s far from Sunday driving, more like a motor war.
Yellow. Yellow. Yellow. Green. Go !
Staring at the Christmas tree to get out of here just right.
Peaking out the engine just waiting for the light.
The quarter in 10 seconds and I will win this fight.
It's all right for shutdown there´s no way that I´ll be wiped.
Gotta show my skills, gotta show that I´m the boss.
I´m up against some hot dogs but I don´t give a toss.
Compared to me they´re strokin´ it or is it me who wail?
I´m steering a real hauler, it´s running like on rail.
Yellow. Yellow. Yellow. Green. Go !
Staring at the Christmas tree to get out of here just right.
Peaking out the engine just waiting for the light.
The quarter in 10 seconds and I will win this fight.
It's all right for shutdown there´s no way that I´ll be wiped.
Shifting like a madman with eyes peeled on the tach.
I nail `em down precisely, I´m far ahead of the pack.
My motor´s got all goodies, I mean the entire kit.
I hit the brakes as winner, then I go back into the pit.
MIDNIGHT FROLICS
Hand me the good times, why don't you pass me the fun.
Cuz when the night comes ripping, I wanna kick in the sun.
I am a midnight enforcer, I'm the president of wheels.
Don't tell me I'm rambling cuz you know how it feels.
I got the cards and I'll play them right.
I wanna tear off heads tonite.
Open throttle is my aim and plan.
Midnight frolics, I'm a simple man.
Booze, cards and ladies, I know the perfect schack.
My tach´s in the red but I betting on black.
I demand the whole she-bang and without wait.
I'm so heated up that I can't walk straight.
I got the cards and I'll play them right.
I wanna tear off heads tonite.
Open throttle is my aim and plan.
Midnight frolics, I'm a simple man.
Bring on the booze and then pop me some ups.
I don't wanna sleep when I'm with my sick pups.
Midnite's long gone but I keep up the pace.
Always an extra bottle with me, I bring it in case.
I got the cards and I'll play them right.
I wanna tear off heads tonite.
Open throttle is my aim and plan.
Midnight frolics, I'm a simple man.
HOLESHOT
I can't believe how you can go this far,
is it worth so much to be a grade E star?
On display around the clock,
and find yourself with a braindead jock.
If you accept the role you get in this twisted plot.
Get prepared to hear their screams:
"Zoom in, get that holeshot!"
Another dumb degenerates show,
your pride and face is worn out slow.
More drunken mayhem gives them proof,
that stuff puts ratings through the roof.
If you accept the role you get in this twisted plot.
Get prepared to hear their screams:
"Zoom in, get that holeshot!"
When you're more than ever a mental case,
you get voted out of that stinking place.
You're on the streets and the sky is blue,
but that tv-show kept a part of you.
If you accept the role you get in this twisted plot.
Get prepared to hear their screams:
"Zoom in, get that holeshot!"
DEMOLITION BOYS
Girlschool.Cover
"The Super Commando"
LOADED
You can count on trouble, I´m gonna do my deeds.
I´m gonna take a bite from the hand that feeds.
Perhaps I´ll pull the plug on all the stinking old.
I think it´s payback time for all the lies they´ve told.
It’s an all-out onslaught when it’s going down.
I’m just cooler when it’s getting hot.
So pave the way for a machine that runs.
You know I´m loaded, I´m mad and I’m out to spike your guns.
Put a buck on chaos but it won´t pay off good.
Here´s another blast upon your neighbourhood.
It´s a sick sick world, I´m here to clean it up.
I throw a napalm party and I will be on top.
It’s an all-out onslaught when it’s going down.
I’m just cooler when it’s getting hot.
So pave the way for a machine that runs.
You know I´m loaded, I´m mad and I’m out to spike your guns.
Yeah, I will show you mayhem in it´s purest form.
And put a nail in the coffin of the common norm.
I will have caused some trouble before I go out.
So barricade your doors cuz noone knows my route.
It’s an all-out onslaught when it’s going down.
I’m just cooler when it’s getting hot.
So pave the way for a machine that runs.
You know I´m loaded, I´m mad and I’m out to spike your guns.
HIGH POWERED
Ring those bells and make them rise.
I see sparks shoot from your head and it’s looking nice.
Fire your weapons, don’t say okay.
Do you like this system when you pay to pay ?
I’m like a thousand tanks and I ain’t no coward.
I’m not shooting blanks, I’m high powered.
Lit the fuses, crank up the gain.
There’s nothing as refreshing as a runaway train.
Crank the siren and lead the way.
I see a big sun shining not a single ray.
I’m like a thousand tanks and I ain’t no coward.
I’m not shooting blanks, I’m high powered.
Put away the pills and go over the top.
Bring on a smack ’em up fiesta and wake them up.
Punch ’em in the kidneys, let it get out of hand.
Create a disorder in this do-this-land.
I’m like a thousand tanks and I ain’t no coward.
I’m not shooting blanks, I’m high powered.
I OWN THE ROAD
Fire in the hole, mile-eatin’, on the prowl.
Puttin’ on a show, bringin’ ’em down low.
Never have been beat, rooted to the seat.
Born with heavy feet, ploughing down the street.
A showdown to be, it’s the property of me.
I leave ’em all behind, this track is mine.
I’m dying to perform, it differs from the norm.
No matter how broad, I own the road.
A disrespectful grille, try to catch that bill.
Full speed up the hill, never standing still.
Raddest of the rad, driving like a mad.
Of meanest Detroit steel, breathing through the gills.
A showdown to be, it’s the property of me.
I leave ’em all behind, this track is mine.
I’m dying to perform, it differs from the norm.
No matter how broad, I own the road.
Dizzy from the fuel, ready for a duel.
Far from all the fools, white line fever rules.
Mayhem on 4 wheels, can’t beat how it feels.
Safety always last, gotta have a blast.
A showdown to be, it’s the property of me.
I leave ’em all behind, this track is mine.
I’m dying to perform, it differs from the norm.
No matter how broad, I own the road.
BACK ON THE SAUCE
She was the fastest pussycat left in town.
The clock would stop if she went down.
Spent all my time trying to crack her kink.
But no love, she drove me into the drink.
She was her own boss with the right scars.
My desperation made me hit the bars.
And her drop dead looks could rob a bank.
If beauty was gas she’d have a full tank.
The way she was moving denied all laws.
She drove me right back on the sauce.
If she’d talk to me I’d surely stutter.
She cut thru the crowd like a knife thru butter.
Kinda reminded me of Scat Pack Sue.
Always got me in the mood for a glass or 2.
She got me hooked, planted a need.
If that baby’d been a drug I would have O.D.’d.
I deafened my feelings in bars so cold.
Back in the rut and times of old.
The way she was moving denied all laws.
She drove me right back on the sauce.
STRIP NOISE
I´m just a sucker for that wall of sound.
I get a shit-eating grin when it is shaking the ground.
Nitro fumes stun me as I drink with the boys.
Bury me in the pit I love that strip noise.
A punch in the gut, a 4 second scare.
I ike the dry coughing from the thick air.
I can’t stand the thought of being late.
Gotta see the first one out of the gate.
I’m on the verge of what I can take.
Strip noise, firing on all eight.
My ears are ringing and my eyes are dry.
No way I can turn down that war cry.
Wild Bill got me hooked, he revved up his toys.
Now I can´t get enough of that glorious strip noise.
A punch in the gut, a 4 second scare.
I ike the dry coughing from the thick air.
I can’t stand the thought of being late.
Gotta see the first one out of the gate.
I’m on the verge of what I can take.
Strip noise, firing on all eight.
TOPBLOWER
Speedproof on shaking ground.
Thundering out at the speed of sound.
Hotstepping with an engine howl.
Tearing it up in full control.
I gotta roll ’til it blows off.
Down the strip to shake my stuff.
Topblower
Towed out, no sabotage.
Just spend another week in the garage.
Weekend warrior breathing fire.
Coming through, a live wire.
I gotta roll ’til it blows off.
Down the strip to shake my stuff.
Topblower.
HANDS THAT BLEED
A mechanics stigmata, work under the gun.
Stuck under the hood, hiding from the sun.
Sleep’s not important, hunger’s not around.
Screwing like a freak, drooling like a hound.
It has gotta click, nothing can go wrong.
Gotta have it running not before too long.
Petrol in my nostrils, chaos in my head.
My palms keep drippin’, staying out of bed.
Hand me the wrench and the trucker speed.
Gonna work ’til I’ve got hands that bleed.
Deadline’s approaching, morning has just come.
Tightening the last bolt, have I made it run ?
I turn the key, it awakes with a shout.
I made it through the night, it’s all set to take ’em out.
It has gotta click, nothing can go wrong.
Gotta have it running not before too long.
Sleep’s not important, hunger’s not around.
Screwing like a freak, drooling like a hound.
Hand me the wrench and the trucker speed.
Gonna work ’til I’ve got hands that bleed.
OUTLAW SCREAMER
I 've got a fire engine and see cloud-free skies.
How come this bleeding asphalt never dries.
I've got two ton thunder rippin' holes in the state.
The land speed record is by biggest bait.
Outlaw screamer, outlaw screamer, provides me with the juice.
This nitro burning demon puts up with strong abuse.
Outlaw screamer, outlaw screamer, this bad boy stands the test.
With my outlaw screamer I’m ahead of all the rest.
I’ve got a powerstripper with a deadlock grip.
I’m spitting fireballs through this shutdown trip.
They say I’m out of my mind on nitro fumes.
So I guess I run a go-kart roaring loony tunes.
Outlaw screamer, outlaw screamer, provides me with the juice.
This nitro burning demon puts up with strong abuse.
Outlaw screamer, outlaw screamer, this bad boy stands the test.
With my outlaw screamer I’m ahead of all the rest.
I’ve got the righteous setup and the sun in my face.
Slamming in the gears in a full speed daze.
Sweat pours, my mouth spills foam.
Full blast onward, never going home.
Outlaw screamer, outlaw screamer, provides me with the juice.
This nitro burning demon puts up with strong abuse.
Outlaw screamer, outlaw screamer, this bad boy stands the test.
With my outlaw screamer I’m ahead of all the rest.
HELLBENT
I´m a hot rod hauler, spare me the plush,
I wanna o.d. on that highspeed rush.
Like a full-fledged junkie with a stop-start heart
I make new enemies in my hot Go-Kart.
I´m a drivers seat deadbeat, can´t take it slow.
Jumping with excitement when I hear the stove.
A speed freak dumbass, a hot rod chump.
Scraped from the asphalt cuz I hit a bump.
Hellbent, got no choice.
Hellbent, hot rod noise.
Hellbent, got no choice.
Hellbent, on all eight.
Hellbent, no time to wait.
Hellbent.
I lived fast, died fast and got out quick.
People will know me as a dragcrazed hick.
Just let them believe it cuz I lived my dream.
Took it to the maximum in my stripped machine.
Hellbent, got no choice.
Hellbent, hot rod noise.
Hellbent, got no choice.
Hellbent, on all eight.
Hellbent, no time to wait.
Hellbent.
MAKE IT MOVE
Tearing off over giant sands.
I’ve got white knuckles and sweaty hands.
Just flying over another hill.
Gettin’ close to mental overkill.
Geargrindin’ for the ultimate ride.
Big full-sweep tach by my side.
Thunder rumble, movin on’.
Ears ring from the machine gun sound.
So concentrated that I taste the blood.
I just wish I won’t get stuck in mud.
Full throttle over every bump.
I’m off the buckets in every jump.
Lightning fast that’s what I’m gonna prove.
This car is sizzlin’ and I gotta make it move.
No trailer queen, I wanna move it good.
I wanna see the tremble in my shaker hood.
My car’s been tested in every joint.
Just like taken out of Vanishing Point.
Geargrindin’ for the ultimate ride.
Big full-sweep tach by my side.
Tearing off over giant sands.
I’ve got white knuckles and sweaty hands.
Just flying over another hill.
Gettin’ close to mental overkill.
Full throttle over every bump.
I’m off the buckets in every jump.
Lightning fast that’s what I’m gonna prove.
This car is sizzlin’ and I gotta make it move.
TROUBLESTARTER
Let me tell you a story about the trouble I start.
When bad things happen I always play a part.
I’m a bad karma magnet, it’s sad but true.
I have a masters degree in leaving people blue.
If you stick around, something will go bad.
I burn and ruin things like a man gone mad.
I wreck the scene, destroy the show.
If you want your health I suggest you’ll go.
Now you get the news from the source, a good quarter.
I’m a walking nightmare, I’m a troublestarter.
Let me shed some light on, some things gone wrong.
When things go well, they don’t stay that long.
I’m a bad karma magnet, it’s sad but true.
I hate to be this way but there’s not much to do.
Let me give you the word, on my pure bad luck.
It has become so bad, now I don’t give a fuck.
I wreck the scene, destroy the show.
If you want your health I suggest you’ll go.
Now you get the news from the source, a good quarter.
I’m a walking nightmare, I’m a troublestarter.
Mr Matt E. Tude does his thing, just freestylin’ ...
I wreck the scene, destroy the show.
If you want your health I suggest you’ll go.
Now you get the news from the source, a good quarter.
I’m a walking nightmare, I’m a troublestarter.
JUMP THE RAILS
I took life to it´s limit then I was put behind bars.
Placed in a cage for selling guns and stealing cars.
Still I am grateful for the things they didn´t know.
Like the hell I raised when down in Mexico.
Speeding the ways, chewing my nails.
No way out, jump the rails.
Far from tales, forget about bails.
Used my one single phone call to call Vinne the Snail.
I said ”Gimme protection, they´ve put me in jail”.
My ass was the target for the freaks in the pen.
I could have handled 1, in here I faced like 10.
Blood for blood, got to stay on their tails, cuz only one prevails.
Speeding the ways, chewing my nails.
No way out, jump the rails.
Far from tales, forget about bails.
PARASITE CITY
Inbred high rollers, luck seeking prowlers.
Welcome to your dream, the sin headquarters.
Just step on in, sit back, enjoy the show.
Strung out ether trippers, underage strippers.
Join the tired ranks of long drink sippers.
Put in a coin and find yourself on the front row.
All roads lead to Parasite City.
Where the shoes are clean but the moral’s shitty.
The shit is coming down.
But I feel no pity.
Born again sinners, slot machine winners.
The city council revel in tax paid dinners.
It’s a two-faced town where they just don’t care.
Cold gold diggers, rock’n’ roll niggers.
A downward spiral that ends with pulled triggers.
And if I was you I’d get out of there.
All roads lead to Parasite City.
Where the shoes are clean but the moral´s shitty.
The shit is coming down.
But I feel no pity.
CARMELITA
Written By Warren Zevon, published by Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music BMI, 1972.
"Swedish Nitro"
TOO MEAN TO DIE
I´ve been through hell but it froze over.
Think of a lowlife, I assure you I am lower.
I´ve cut my wrists and shot my feet.
I´ve been left to die on a Mexico street.
Been tied down to that chair.
But me they couldn´t fry.
There´s nothing I don´t dare.
I´m too goddamn mean to die. Yeah.
I´ve taken blows and poisoned water.
Been stabbed in rage by the devils daughter.
I´ve done more shit than you could know.
Escaped the chair with a tilted halo.
Been tied down to that chair.
But me they couldn´t fry.
There´s nothing I don´t dare.
I´m too goddamn mean to die.
I´ve laughed loud in outlaws faces.
Crashed and burned in dragstrip races.
Got the ability to always make a scene.
But they can´t stop me I´m too damn mean.
Been tied down to that chair.
But me they couldn´t fry.
There´s nothing I don´t dare.
I´m too goddamn mean to die.
CONSTANT ROTATION
Hey, I´ve got an energylevel that could bring down the nation.
You gotta hold me down cuz I´m on constant rotation.
You gotta put me in a cell cuz I can´t stand still.
I´m running around in circles, that´s my nr 1 skill.
You should put me in a safehouse and then tie me down.
Or you´ll have a tornado sweeping over town.
Hey, I´ve got an energylevel that could bring down the nation.
You gotta hold me down cuz I´m on constant rotation.
You gotta stun me now, I´m in a state of flux.
I´m heading out with the power of monster trucks.
Tune in to inspiration cuz it´s up for grabs.
I´m out to turn some heads, I can´t be put in straps.
Hey, I´ve got an energylevel that could bring down the nation.
You gotta hold me down cuz I´m on constant rotation.
KING OF THE DRAGSTERS
Take a good look cuz soon I will be gone.
I´m off in the Charger, coming on like Genghis Khan.
This has got to be the toughest combination bar none.
I´ve got the Street Hemi power and it does the trick.
It´s growling like a thorougbred when I shift and let it rip.
Cragar mags with Wide Boots tires, it's the killer grip.
You´re since long left behind.
You´re competing with a motormind.
The local hellcats getting taken by storm.
Jaws drop when my Mopar perform.
I got the goods that a leadfoot likes.
This is where the lightning strikes.
I drive a car that is mobile porn.
I´m the king of the dragsters, I´m natural born …
Cover your ears cuz I´m about to hit Mach One.
It runs in the family I´m Don Garlits unknown son.
Pulverizing Chevys on my non-stop rebel run.
I got what it takes to show them the short way home.
They´re dropping like flies at the strip, that´s where I roam.
My wedge-head V8's tuned and I´ve spent no time on chrome.
You´re since long left behind.
You´re competing with a motormind.
The local hellcats getting taken by storm.
Jaws drop when my Mopar perform.
I got the goods that a leadfoot likes.
This is where the lightning strikes.
I drive a car that is mobile porn.
I´m the king of the dragsters, I´m natural born …
MATT WALKER
I know a guy by the name of Matt Walker.
When he´s in the mood he´s quite a bit of a talker.
I think he´s hooked on some bad ass powder.
Cuz Matt he always wants it louder and louder.
He cracks us up with his crazy dance.
Tries to get our gear in his dirty hands.
Matt´s the kind of guy who always wants to jam
And all of us envy his killer tan.
Cuz Matt is just a good guy with a beat up face.
And everyone´s smiling when he´s in the place.
So give us the snake dance with the guitar cord.
He stumbles through the door with a seedy grace.
He´ll hypnotize us all with his madman gaze.
Matt is the coolest, he´s our overlord.
When we look out we see his behind.
He´s scanning the container for a real find.
Then he walks into the room and just starts the show.
Learns us all the tricks, we never want him to go.
Once the cops beat him up but he stood tall.
He just took another pill and forgot it all.
Always cool and happy though a drug pad stalker.
He´s that kind of guy, he´s Matt the Walker.
Cuz Matt is just a good guy with a beat up face.
And everyone´s smiling when he´s in the place.
So give us the snake dance with the guitar cord.
He stumbles through the door with a seedy grace.
He´ll hypnotize us all with his madman gaze.
Matt is the coolest, he´s our overlord.
BARRACUDA
It´s named after a fish but it looks like King Kong.
I got my rippin' stripped down 'Cuda roaring all night long.
It´s cold air sniffing scoop is poking through the hood.
You can tell by the looks this car is up to no good.
Four speed overhaul when going for the bite.
Air grabbing monster pounding on all through the night.
Four wheels on the prowl, your shortcut to the fun.
Made of Detroit steel, and the beat goes on.
And when the flag's been waved and the race is done ...
You know I´ll be the one.
Speeding through the area, going ape all over town.
Going through the gears just to hear the sound.
Made for the hellraiser with a suicidal twist.
A quick push on the pedal is like being pounded by a fist.
Four speed overhaul when going for the bite.
Air grabbing monster pounding on all through the night.
Four wheels on the prowl, your shortcut to the fun.
Made of Detroit steel, and the beat goes on.
And when the flag's been waved and the race is done ...
You know I´ll be the one.
EVIL COME EVIL GO
You poked me and called me names.
I had loser written all over me and soiled Hanes.
But now I am the dealer and I´ve picked your card.
I will get you Carnalita, I will get my reward.
What comes around goes around, you must know …
You get it back, it´s a non-stop flow.
Now get on with the show …
Cuz evil come and evil go.
Now years have passed and you´ve forgot but I can´t rest.
You´re the one and only passenger on my horror express.
I´ve gone from the reciever to the one who pay back.
With new won strength I now have what I lacked.
What comes around goes around, you must know …
You get it back, it´s a non-stop flow.
Now get on with the show …
Cuz evil come and evil go.
You left me stained and halfway to hell.
Now you'll feel the pain that I know so well.
From bottle to bottle I´ve searched for my pride.
Yeah I have been patient now time´s on my side.
You lied and you cheated and you cut out a hole.
Are you ready to pay for the years that you stole ?
Your two-timing body will be hit by my hate.
Unlike the other times I control this date.
What comes around goes around, you must know …
You get it back, it´s a non-stop flow.
Now get on with the show …
Cuz evil come and evil go.
STRUCK BY LIGHTNING
Music and lyrics by Brabbs/Brabbs/Ward (Acton Green Music Ltd)
The original of this song appears on the TANK Lp "Filth Hounds Of Hades".
"It's Gotta Be Voodoo, Baby!"
HEMIHEAD
Fourtwentysix madness on the track.
Pistol grip excitement, full pentastar attack.
It´s thunderlike rumble could be waking up the dead.
A hemihead is what I am, I don´t want no fuckin´ sled.
Hell on wheels, I´m a fire breather.
And I´m your personal speed kick dealer.
Hey you, lay it down,
you´ll see the skid marks going out from town.
Just drop it, cuz I´m gone,
with this engine you just can´t shut me down.
Hemipowered thunderbolt melting down the strip.
A firebreathing monster, no Sunday family trip.
The toughest of all engines is shoe-horned into my car.
My hemi from sixty-six leaves the streets scarred.
Hell on wheels, I´m a fire breather.
And I´m your personal speed kick dealer.
Hey you, lay it down,
you´ll see the skid marks going out from town.
Just drop it, cuz I´m gone,
with this engine you just can´t shut me down.
I won´t give up my 426 but a smaller one would do.
Gimme the 331or the late great 392.
Frank Bialk thanks alot for designing my big crush.
Hitch a ride with a hemihead when you are in a rush.
Hell on wheels, I´m a fire breather.
And I´m your personal speed kick dealer.
Hey you, lay it down,
you´ll see the skid marks going out from town.
Just drop it, cuz I´m gone,
with this engine you just can´t shut me down.
Yeah forget it, it´s like I said,
I´m in control cuz this one is methane fed.
And I´ll rest, when I am dead,
no wonder people call me hemihead.
DELIRIUM BOY
I am desperate for a kiss to the brain.
Smoothen the core, let the trip detain.
Shake rattle and roll when it goes away.
Uncanny feelings that I can´t let stay.
Delirium shakes, shakes me to the bone.
Tantrum freakout, highboy, weep and moan.
A rabid dogfight against myself.
Bend for the delirium or do something else.
It´s a drill onto my forehead, it´s a strangling tie.
It´s so easy not to fight it and I won´t die.
Delirium shakes, shakes me to the bone.
Tantrum freakout, highboy, weep and moan.
I must erase it, I know the habit calls.
Rid of the blurr that kicks me in the balls.
Shaking and desperate for my one true joy.
A day in the life of a delirium boy
Delirium shakes, shakes me to the bone.
Tantrum freakout, highboy, weep and moan.
POWDER MEET
Preparation took long but now it feels just right.
Had to make a few calls to make sure it´d be a helluva night.
Jumped into my sneakers, stopped by at a couple of bars.
Now line up the action, I got my shoes with the punk rock stars.
You know that you just can´t be beat
Gonna meet the guys with the itchy feet.
And you end up laughing in the backseat
It´s back to normal here at the Powder meet.
Drawbacks are few when you´re leaving for a night on town.
Hungry for kicks, just want it all to spin round and round.
Hitching a ride and got served up a little treat.
The radio is blasting and it´s no question that we own the street.
You know that you just can´t be beat
Gonna meet the guys with the itchy feet.
And you end up laughing in the backseat
It´s back to normal here at the Powder meet.
Drawbacks are few …
It´s a bumpy ride but it´s a night that noones wants to end.
If you got the goods be sure we´ve got the money to spend.
Staying up till the morning on our quest for top speed.
When we get the stuff you´ll never see us go to seed.
UNGLUED
New drugs but it´s all the same.
I´m on the chillpill but I´m breathing flames.
Same symptom, 24 hour stress.
Too much anger in a too small chest.
Step back, you know I am the baddest of the batch.
And you know my numbers match.
One more thing and I blow my top.
It´s gone too far and I can´t cool off.
Unglued. Unglued. Unglued.
Going ballistic, but I´m born this way.
A regular freakout on a normal day.
Adapt the mindbomb, yeah set it off.
Tear off my nails cuz I´ve had enough.
Step back, you know I am the baddest of the batch.
And you know my numbers match.
One more thing and I blow my top.
It´s gone too far and I can´t cool off.
Unglued. Unglued. Unglued.
CLUSTER OF BAD LUCK
I´m struggling with depression and an unruly dice.
Anything I do, just laughs me right back in the eyes.
I´ve raced for money, I´ve been dabbling with cards
I even tried to be a good guy but I got no rewards.
I burn into the future and I just can´t stop.
I guess you can say I´m stuck
Cluster of bad luck, I just can´t stop
I guess you can say I´m fucked.
Cluster of bad luck.
It´s a union of misfortune, it´s an oversized hex.
Burning all my bridges with the opposite sex.
If I put alot of effort into winning a buck.
You know that I will bet it on deal that suck.
I burn into the future and I just can´t stop.
I guess you can say I´m stuck
Cluster of bad luck, I just can´t stop
I guess you can say I´m fucked.
Cluster of bad luck.
Ripping out the eightball and shaking it good.
Lucky me, there´s smoke from under the hood.
I got my four-leaf clovers and my rabbit paws.
But I got my bad luck baby, I can´t escape it´s jaws.
I burn into the future and I just can´t stop.
I guess you can say I´m stuck
Cluster of bad luck, I just can´t stop
I guess you can say I´m fucked.
Cluster of bad luck. Yeah.
LIKE MEN POSSESSED
Roll into the city, scanning all the bars.
The road dust made us thirsty and we´re all out of cigars.
The sun is up, there´s still some time to kill.
Give us 3 Sambucas and put it on the bill. Yeah.
There´s people loading out the trash that we call gear.
Just a 30 minute rockshow and we´ll be out of here.
We´re gonna rock this joint like men possessed.
Don´t make any plans cuz there will be nothing left.
Getting up for soundcheck that´s over in a blink.
The stagesound´s always shitty and we need the time to drink.
Searching every corner, glancing every wall.
If we find a game of pinball there´ll be no check at all.
Feeding up the Bally with all we get to play.
But still you´ll see us smiling cuz it´s been a kick ass day.
We´re gonna rock this joint like men possessed.
Don´t make any plans cuz there will be nothing left.
"Riding on the highway, going to a show.
Stop in all the by-ways, playing rock´n roll.
Getting robbed, getting stoned.
Getting beat up, broken boned.
Getting had, getting took.
I tell you folks, it´s harder than it looks."*
We rolled into the city, hung out in the bars.
Now time is right for action, abuse of cheap guitars.
The trip might have been hard but it´s easy to forget.
When you´re cranking out the rock with fuel from a jet.
The gospels being spread before kids without a clue.
But the rock just keeps on rolling as long as there is brew.
We´re gonna rock this joint like men possessed.
Don´t make any plans cuz there will be nothing left.
SUPERSONIC
I want an open road, stress factor overload.
Two times the highest speed, full gas is all I need.
Head out and just let go, it´s everything but slow.
Noone can follow me, in my suped up 383.
I´m hooked on speed, that is what I need
and I guess that is pretty ironic.
Cuz I wanna be faster than fast and supersonic.
I tear it up cuz I can´t stop
I´m gonna break the rear end loose when I move it.
And I told you so, I´m supersonic.
I want a fuller tank, more money in the bank.
I want to stay soulfree, more guns to protect me.
Full throttle sonic boom, I want more petrol fume.
B-body rocketeer, I just want to disappear.
I´m hooked on speed, that is what I need
and I guess that is pretty ironic.
Cuz I wanna be faster than fast and supersonic.
I tear it up cuz I can´t stop
I´m gonna break the rear end loose when I move it.
And I told you so, I´m supersonic.
Still I could use more zap, I don´t want to slo-mo crap.
I´m gonna go for a 440, I can´t see how that could bore me
Hot action burning wheels, puke up your latest meals.
Alone without a care, hitting speeds you wouldn´t dare.
IN THE BLACK
You´ve got the money but your car is way too slow.
I´ve got the knowledge that you´ll never really know.
You have the money, now you want a name.
I do 100 in the quarter, do you wanna do the same ?
You´ve got potential but your car is standing still.
Listen up and learn it from a man who´s got the skill.
No matter what you do just don´t forget the tach.
Control the leadfoot boy and keep it in the black.
We´ve got to get going so just crawl under the hood.
If you wanna be a winner, do it good.
So you´re a daredevil but it takes more than that.
Superfluity of coolness and a car stripped from fat.
No matter what you do just don´t forget the tach.
Control the leadfoot boy and keep it in the black.
The way to the top can be far from pretty
From the garage to the strip at Scat City.
Peaking out in your Charger R/T.
At over 100 you just can´t crack, just keep it in the black !
No matter what you do just don´t forget the tach.
Control the leadfoot boy and keep it in the black.
KILLING TIME
My ass in the sofa infront of the screen,
I need air but I´m not very keen.
I´d rather stay, check out the soaps,
This is my future, I ain´t got high hopes.
Call it a sickness, call me a joke,
But at least I go out to buy new smokes.
The joboffice is far, it´s raining and cold
And it feels pretty good not to do as I´m told.
I´m just killing time, killing time. Cuz my couch tells me to stay.
They say I´m good for nothing, on the verge of crime and that I´ve still got the devil to pay.
I´m just killing time, killing time, I just can´t get things done.
I want the days to pass, I am in my prime but I hardly see the sun.
Once you get burned you´re out of the game,
And start going crazy from shame.
In people´s eyes your a no-good punk
With the only ambition to stay drunk.
So you live on welfare, have got branded for life
And hate to be with your cheating wife.
Killing time´s all you can do
While waiting for lady luck to find you.
I´m just killing time, killing time…
To get through the days is what it´s all about
Before you´re fully down and out.
Out of the ratrace, being called a creep
Because depression´s got you sinking deep.
But I´ve got the freedom to do the things I choose.
The social life is all I lose.
Once you get burned you´re out of the game …
I´m just killing time, killing time…
CRASH INTO OBLIVION
The speedometers glowing, my target´s in lock.
Running like a bullet from a red hot Glock.
I´ve been chewing my nuckles, I´ve been biting my tongue.
Outsmarting every sucker, just wanna get it done.
I see the wall coming, I choke on my last breath
I crash into oblivion, a supersonic death
A thousand thoughts they come in a mess.
Steering with precision, A 4 wheel hurricane.
Faster, faster, faster. I wanna roast my brain.
It´s according to my plans, not much long till the crash.
Turn my body into landfill, transforming steel to trash.
I see the wall coming, I choke on my last breath
I crash into oblivion, a supersonic death
A thousand thoughts they come in a mess.
This is my way of handling the stress. Yeah.
Going full throttle against a cement wall.
It may seem pretty stupid when you have it all.
But I´m living with a deathwish and a musclecar.
Wanna crash into oblivion like a shooting star. Oh yeah.
HOT SKIN COLD CASH
You´ve got something that I want.
I´m a sucker for all the things you do and
Don´t deny my wishes then you´re put on the bus.
Back to Oklahoma, I know that you´re gonna cuss.
I give you money, to treat you like trash.
Cuz I want your hot skin, you want my cash.
It´s our agreement. Can we begin ?
I guess you can call it a trade. My cold cash for hot skin.
I want the real thing, I want a chunk of your love.
And you don´t complain when I´m grunting above.
I sink my yellow teeth into the package you´ve got.
I know I don´t deserve to be with something this hot.
I give you money, to treat you like trash.
Cuz I want your hot skin, you want my cash.
It´s our agreement. Can we begin ?
I guess you can call it a trade. My cold cash for hot skin.
Business is business I´m ready to pay your fee.
I´ve earned my money, you got it free.
You take it smiling even though I stink.
I guess it´s easy money and it is over in a blink.
I give you money, to treat you like trash.
Cuz I want your hot skin, you want my cold cash.
It´s our agreement. Can we begin ?
I guess you can call it a trade. My cold cash for hot skin.
BULLET TRAIN TO HELL
The devil´s got me pinned down cuz he made me a deal.
He said rock like no tomorrow or your fate will be sealed.
Don´t turn to the darkside, make sure your music rocks.
Or they´ll find your soulless body floating up in the docks.
Crank out your racket, keep on flashing the sign.
This deal is smokin´, it´s one of a kind.
My side of the deal is done,
what he compelled.
Mix me a Margharita
on the bullet train to hell.
You command me to rock but what´s in it for me ?
A freaked out S/M party that lasts for eternity.
And you will hang out forever with the Prince of Lies.
Get your daily run over with the studded tyres.
So I will plod through brimstone and I´ll feel some pain.
After I´ve gone beyond on that bullet train.
My side of the deal is done,
what he compelled.
Mix me a Margharita
on the bullet train to hell.
Hand me the contract, this is to good to be true.
Tell me about the naked nymphos that are controlled by you.
Will they blow my horn or is that what they wear ?
I can´t wait to be torched by you down there.
I rock for you now, you´ve got me in your grip.
I´m heading down to hell and I don´t tip.
I can´t wait to be torched by you down there,
I´m heading down on a bullet train …
(YOU WILL) KNOW MY NAME
There´s nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot
That was the best advice my granddad had so I guess he didn´t have alot.
He told me to remember it, cuz he swore he was right.
So I got a gun, and I used it alot, I even slept with it at night.
That´s why I am the way I am,
My folks have taught me about this game.
You might hate it, I don´t give a damn.
One thing is for sure, you will know my name.
There´s nothing wrong with drinking as long as it´s you who get drunk.
That was my dad´s best selling slogan running shine from his trunk.
People gathered around him, I helped him out and got paid..
The people got addicted, we didn´t care and our fortune was made.
That´s why I am the way I am …
SCAT PACK SUE
I saw her standing at the stoplight by the pinball shack.
A "scat packers - unite !" sticker on the back.
She filled up the whole area with a heavy smell of gas.
Then it turned green and she was already going full blast.
She is the kind of girl whose name you will tattoo.
And everybody knows her by the name of Scat Pack Sue.
She handled the gearshift in a way that knocked me dead.
I pictured her Mopar with a sign that said "Newly wed".
She was everything I wanted plus she owned the coolest car.
So I headed to the racetrack, I felt up to par.
She is the kind of girl whose name you will tattoo.
And everybody knows her by the name of Scat Pack Sue.
I got out to the raceway and saw her car out on the track.
She didn´t look my way, she really kept me on the rack.
She asked me why I stalked her, I said "I think you are so fine".
I rode my mothers Fury but I said that it was mine.
"At least you drive a Mopar so let´s give this thing a shot".
And we became a scat pack couple in that moment on that spot.
She is the kind of girl whose name you will tattoo.
And everybody knows her by the name of Scat Pack Sue.
I had walked up to her Mopar when she´d passed the flags.
I was desperate to meet her and now I had her in the bags …
All music and lyrics by Puffball except * borrowed with kind permission from AC/DC.
"Sixpack To Go!"
MOTORPSYCHO
Supercharged and ready to go.
Patience fails, it´s way too slow.
On the road in black and white.
Rope of flesh, just take a bite.
Breaking laws but still no cop.
Only slowing down for a quick pitstop.
It´s warm as hell but all is cool.
Nothing shakes a true road ghoul.
BUCKLE UP AND PRAY HEAD HONCHO
YOU HIT THE ROAD WITH A MOTORPSYCHO.
PREPARE YOURSELF FOR ACTION HIGH.
ONE RAD RIDE BEFORE IT´S GOODBYE.
Stoplight boogie, a roar from Hades.
You get no air, the pavement fades.
A ride that sucks your dentures out.
This is what it´s all about.
A foot of lead, no sign of fear.
One wrong decision and you´re out of here.
The screeching sound of Kelsey-Hayes.
Finishes of this chickenrace.
BUCKLE UP AND PRAY HEAD HONCHO
YOU HIT THE ROAD WITH A MOTORPSYCHO.
PREPARE YOURSELF FOR ACTION HIGH.
HEADING FOR DESTRUCTION IN FINEST STYLE.
SALT TONGUE
Y´know, I know a place, where God lost his ways.
You may not like it but it´s a matter of taste.
Just jump on the train, forget `bout the pain.
The girls in that bar they can drive you insane.
THE GAMBLING IS ON AND YOUR DECK WEIGHS A TON.
YOU CHEW LIKE A FREAK ON YOUR SWEAT-SALT TONGUE.
YOU SWEAT LIKE A PIG AND YOU WANT TO CHANGE STYLE.
IT CAN´T GET MUCH WORSE SO TRY THE DICE FOR AWHILE.
You´ve come this far, to this sleazy bar.
So sit your ass down and be just who you are.
That´s a pretty good beer and we´ve made it clear.
You´ve got one thing to lose and you´ll lose it here.
THE GAMBLING IS ON AND YOUR DECK WEIGHS A TON.
YOU CHEW LIKE A FREAK ON YOUR SWEAT-SALT TONGUE.
YOU SWEAT LIKE A PIG AND YOU WANT TO CHANGE STYLE.
IT CAN´T GET MUCH WORSE SO TRY THE DICE FOR AWHILE.
When he lays them out you will soon find out.
The bar´s an illusion and it´s your life that it´s about.
You were on the dole in a financial hole.
Now don´t you worry cuz he´s got your soul.
THE GAMBLING IS ON AND YOUR DECK WEIGHS A TON.
YOU CHEW LIKE A FREAK ON YOUR SWEAT-SALT TONGUE.
YOU SWEAT LIKE A PIG AND YOU WANT TO CHANGE STYLE.
IT CAN´T GET MUCH WORSE SO TRY THE DICE FOR AWHILE.
LEGALIZE CRIME
I just can´t help it but I think it´d be swell.
Rot in the street and noone would care to tell.
The nuns fucked around and the cops were on crack.
A world in a state that was far beyond fucked.
SPREAD THE WORD THAT ALL IS COOL.
IT´S SAFE TO BREAK THE RULES.
THEM DOWN IN THE TANK JUST KILLING TIME.
BRING THEM THE NEWS OF LEGAL CRIME.
I just don´t get it who needs the police.
Sick people reign and they´re still walking free.
Look around there´s a crime in the raw.
Who needs rules when there is no law.
SPREAD THE WORD THAT ALL IS COOL.
IT´S SAFE TO BREAK THE RULES.
THEM DOWN IN THE TANK JUST KILLING TIME.
BRING THEM THE NEWS OF LEGAL CRIME.
I may be stupid but I think we´d get by.
The way I am I would never kill a guy.
But lock me up feed me distrust.
I´ll stab the first hooker with a kingsize bust.
SPREAD THE WORD THAT ALL IS COOL.
IT´S SAFE TO BREAK THE RULES.
THEM DOWN IN THE TANK JUST KILLING TIME.
BRING THEM THE NEWS OF LEGAL CRIME.
SUPERBEE
This devil is ready to explode on the strip.
It´s worn out tyres won´t get any grip.
Eyes staring out at the edge of the hood.
Driving a car has never felt so good.
Stripped from all nonsense and built to win.
When comfort is out, performance is in.
I PUMP THE GAS AS I TURN THE KEY
TO FIRE UP THE ENGINE IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE.
Pedal to the floor, hands on the wheel.
Got to shift gear but i´m too numb to feel.
Shaking from the tension and wet from the heat.
It feels like i´m being pushed through the seat.
Deaf from the Hemi in this late sixty-nine.
The essence of power and beauty combined.
SLICING THE STREET THE SOUND OF THE FREE
THE ROAR OF THE LUNGS IN MY BLACK SUPERBEE.
SURRENDER TO SIN
I´m troublebound and there´s nothing I can do.
I´m on a screw-up path just breaking things in two.
Ditched my beers but somehow wound up drunk.
I guess it all comes down to being a punk.
YEAH I MIGHT ASWELL ACCEPT IT, I JUST CAN´T WIN.
I´M GONNA DO IT FULL-ON AND SURRENDER TO SIN.
I´ll just take it as it comes without obligations.
And try to struggle on through all tribulations.
The rent´s not payed but I get no panic attack.
I couldn´t care less cuz I still got my sixpack.
YEAH I MIGHT ASWELL ACCEPT IT, I JUST CAN´T WIN.
I´M GONNA DO IT FULL-ON AND SURRENDER TO SIN.
So what can you do when you´re stuck with a beergut.
And all you ever read is low-grade smut.
Not pretty and with the dirtiest mind.
Living in the stripjoints and a little behind.
I might be the epitome of trailer trash.
And it doesn´t look sexy with a scrotum rash.
But it´s cool you see, this is the land of the free.
And sin is just a vent and it works for me.
BLOWN TO BITS
You hurt me bad and I´ve found a way to pay back
I´ve seen you enough times with that mudpack.
I love the thought of you searching for every little bit
That you know that I did it just for the hell of it.
IT FEELS PRETTY SAFE TO WIELD DYNAMITE STICKS
THAT YOUR LIMBS WILL FLOW THE ODDS ARE LOW
AND YOU KNOW THAT YOU´LL BE BLOWN TO BITS.
You never thought I´d do it but I´ll prove you wrong.
I can´t wait for the moment when the fuse is on.
Yeah, just taste the pain of my past five years.
And mix the blood with your guilty tears.
IT FEELS PRETTY SAFE TO WIELD DYNAMITE STICKS
THAT YOUR LIMBS WILL FLOW THE ODDS ARE LOW
AND YOU KNOW THAT YOU´LL BE BLOWN TO BITS.
CRACKHOUSE BONANZA
I came on too strong but I shine on the bike.
A crackhouse bonanza you know what it´s like.
Pigs from the left and feds from the right.
Free as foam, I cruise through the night.
Slick, strong and stoned the journey is on.
All thoughts of that mess and cops they are gone.
Peak of all peaks, an ultimate ride.
Some kicks are good but this one´s bona fide.
CRACKHOUSE BONANZA IS LEFT BEHIND
I´M ON THE ROAD WITH A FUCKED-UP MIND.
I rev up the engine, the stars are my guides.
Haven´t seen people for too many miles.
Forward to freedom or roll on to death.
Tijuana here I come, lay up the meth.
Gliding so perfect, I control the zone.
The roar in my head is setting the tone.
Crossing the border with shark-like eyes.
I´m out of fuel but it still feels nice.
CRACKHOUSE BONANZA IS LEFT BEHIND
I´M ON THE ROAD WITH A FUCKED-UP MIND.
BIG TROUBLE IN THE HOUSE OF CRACK.
I´M ON THE ROAD AND I WON´T GO BACK.
PETROLEUM
I´ve been put down and been the target of scorn.
So many times I´ve cursed the day I was born.
Tasted every taste and done all to the max.
I´ve survived this long thanks to pills and twelvepacks.
It´s all been hazy but one thing I know.
No use to fight it when you´ve sunk so low.
Can´t take the pressure so I bring out the torch.
Found my dead girlfriend on the front porch.
THAT´S WHAT DID IT FOR ME, THAT´S WHEN I LIT THE FLAME.
THAT´S WHEN PETROLEUM HELPED ME TO GET AFTERLIFE FAME.
I GOT BACK TO ONE, GOT RID OF ALL THAT´S BEEN WITH A MATCH AND GASOLINE...
Yeah I was put down and the target of scorn.
Sure I´m a coward but I don´t think you´ll mourn.
The tastes I tasted was just to get away.
To escape the pain and block out the things you´d say.
I stand here ready with a can of sauce.
Self-inflicted combustion and you´re the cause.
A gruesome sight but I won´t feel the flames.
The fire is the only thing that cleans the stains.
THAT´S WHAT DID IT FOR ME, THAT´S WHEN I LIT THE FLAME.
THAT´S WHEN PETROLEUM HELPED ME TO GET AFTERLIFE FAME.
I GOT BACK TO ONE, GOT RID OF ALL THAT´S BEEN WITH A MATCH AND GASOLINE...
ZIPPO QUEEN
That chrome thing was swingin´
She lit it with a pout.
But she put it in her pocket
And forgot to put it out.
That woman gave me fire
And wrestled with the best.
You can call me a liar
But her legs look pretty messed.
THE ZIPPO WAS SHINING
AND SO WAS HER SMILE
AND ALL THAT SHE SMOKES
IT WAS LIT UP WITH STYLE.
YOU´VE GOT TO ADMIT IT
IT WOULD LOOK PRETTY SICK
IF THE CUTEST OF GIRLS
WOULD BE ARMED WITH A BIC.
She swinged it so classy.
An extension of her arm.
She was raised on top fuel.
And cramful of charm.
Crippled by coolness.
But on top of my bill.
She won´t knit a sweater.
She´s got other skills.
THE ZIPPO WAS SHINING
AND SO WAS HER SMILE
AND ALL THAT SHE SMOKES
IT WAS LIT UP WITH STYLE.
YOU´VE GOT TO ADMIT IT
IT WOULD LOOK PRETTY SICK
IF THE CUTEST OF GIRLS
WOULD BE ARMED WITH A BIC.
CRAMP YOUR STYLE
We´ve been out for so long, now we´re back on the bus.
On top of the posters and the target of fuzz.
We used to be losers but now we´re so cool.
And you come to the shows though we break every rule.
WAIT A SECOND, LET IT TAKE AWHILE.
WE NEED SOME TIME TO CRAMP YOUR STYLE.
YOUR IMAGE IS GONE AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
YOUR STYLE IS CRAMPED WE CRACKED YOUR ASS.
A bunch of old farts, no cool t-shirt design.
Banned from the skateboards and way out of line.
Now we´re praised by some bozo and hailed as the best.
So you´re buying our records though we fail every test.
WAIT A SECOND, LET IT TAKE AWHILE.
WE NEED SOME TIME TO CRAMP YOUR STYLE.
YOUR IMAGE IS GONE AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
YOUR STYLE IS CRAMPED WE CRACKED YOUR ASS.
You´ve learned all the lyrics and you know every chord.
Though we can´t fuckin´ skate and we can´t ride a board.
We´re gaining a following that´s more like a sect.
And you put up our posters though we look like Accept.
WAIT A SECOND, LET IT TAKE AWHILE.
WE NEED SOME TIME TO CRAMP YOUR STYLE.
YOUR IMAGE IS GONE AND ALL THAT JAZZ.
YOUR STYLE IS CRAMPED WE CRACKED YOUR ASS.
YEAH.
FRIDGEKING
You´re so cool but that´s OK.
Guess you can be in no other way.
Is that the smell of long-lost hope.
Or your brand new perfurmed soap.
You are so weak but look so strong.
When you´re alone the calm is gone.
So in a way you are Jack Frost.
Big time chill king of the lost.
Hell, I can´t see how you survive.
How can you live without a drive.
A wasteland man with see through soul.
Why do you pretend to be so cold.
So here you sit and look like ice.
Both T and Cube are full of lies.
Thank you I´m fine I need no show.
Cuz my pulse is always low.
SUCK ME DRY FROM THE HEAT INSIDE.
SUCK ME DRY WITH PATHETIC LIES.
SUCK ME DRY POKE ME IN THE EYE.
SUCK ME DRY FRIDGEKING GOODBYE.
Superman on a valium trip.
Cool and calm but your armpits drip.
What you give is what you get.
And what you get ain´t worth a shit.
So here you sit and look like ice.
Both T and Cube are full of lies.
Thank you I´m fine I need no show.
Cuz my pulse is always low.
SUCK ME DRY FROM THE HEAT INSIDE.
SUCK ME DRY WITH PATHETIC LIES.
SUCK ME DRY POKE ME IN THE EYE.
SUCK ME DRY FRIDGEKING GOODBYE.
DOWN AT THE STOUP
I´ll be down at the Stoup where the cool´s hanging out.
Downing four pints and a fifth without doubt.
And I talk to the guys and I know that´s unwise.
I say my team is gonna win and I know I tell lies.
It´s where the winos roam but this place is my home.
The bartenders drunk and the beer´s half foam.
But the game is ok and I hear what they say.
With my pals at the table I´ll stay all day.
NOONE KNOWS I´M BAD
I´ve got this secret that noone really knows.
If wimpness is a potion then I got a heavy dose.
People think I´m a loser and a bore.
But in my home I´m hard to the core.
I´m drinking in my room and I´m surfing on the net.
Acting macho and the keyboard´s getting wet.
This room is my playgroud where I set the tone.
In here a dork can be bad to the bone.
I KICK THE CAT AND I LIGHT `EM UP.
POURING VODKA INTO MY SODA POP.
I CRANK UP THE STEREO TO UPSET MY DAD.
BUT OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE NOONE KNOWS I´M BAD.
I wear my leather when the door is locked.
And dreams of stealing girls from that football jock.
Guess I have to stick with my girlie mag.
And let everyone think that I´m a fag.
I KICK THE CAT AND I LIGHT `EM UP.
POURING VODKA INTO MY SODA POP.
I CRANK UP THE STEREO TO UPSET MY DAD.
BUT OUTSIDE THIS HOUSE NOONE KNOWS I´M BAD.
SHUT UP*
Well apathy's got a hold on me
And it won't let go
Tell me your problems, I'll tell you mine
Motherfucker you're gonna know
Well I can go for a change
Go for a job
Tell me about your rock band
Tell me about your job
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
Well Tommy's too young
Bobby's too drunk
I only know one note
Chris needs a watch to keep time
We'll never find the time to vote
And I can for a change
Go for a job
Tell me about your girlfriend
Tell me about your job
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
THE PACE THAT KILLS
This car is a jinx and that´s why it´s mine.
I need that tension to pass the time.
At maximum speed on a curving road.
That´s when you live just go, go, go.
A BASIC URGE, THE CHEAPEST OF THRILLS
I WON´T SLOW DOWN CUZ IT´S THE PACE THAT KILLS.
Your life is a dead end, your time is up.
Strip your car and just rev it up.
Nothing gets you going like mortal fear.
And screaming tyres when you forget to steer.
A BASIC URGE, THE CHEAPEST OF THRILLS
I WON´T SLOW DOWN CUZ IT´S THE PACE THAT KILLS.
You tear up the asphalt and go full tilt.
It´s bad for the trees but why feel guilt ?
You´ve got a 426 and four on the floor.
You´re doing 100 but you know there´s more.
All music and lyrics by Puffball except * by The Replacements.
The 1st selftitled mini-cd
WHININGLAND
The coffee ran out today.
No fag-ends in the ashtray.
Seems like I´m out of luck.
So many things that suck.
This, that and all between.
Yeah, everything I´ve seen.
I can´t even stand my face.
I´m a hopeless case.
I LIVE IN A WHININGLAND
AND I CAN´T TAKE A STAND.
My work is a heavy weight.
Noone goes up at 8.
My car is out of gas.
The radio´s playing fusionjazz.
Got a girl who´s untrue.
She´s been to bed with you.
My future´s a tight-knit rope.
No way that I can cope.
I LIVE IN A WHININGLAND
AND I CAN´T TAKE A STAND.
I LIVE IN A WHININGLAND
WE´RE SUCH A SHITTY BAND.
Fuck me and fuck you too.
I´ve got nothing to do.
You´re charmed and I´m bewitched.
Just hear the way I bitch.
I charge myself on trial.
To whine is my cool style.
God bless those who complain.
I drive myself insane.
I LIVE IN A WHININGLAND
AND WE´RE SUCH A SHITTY BAND.
DO IT ALL AGAIN
Kickstart your downward fall cause time is up and you face the wall.
Life sucked and you got burned now someone´ll spend the dough you earned.
Put on a happy face cuz now´s the time to end your case.
You´ve made your blunders too but that´s nothing that you can undo.
You´re going and can´t you see that you lived this long is a mystery.
So count the times that you´ve been true cuz hell might be too hot for you.
Don´t worry you´ll be just fine and you´ll be free from the daily grind.
Make the most of your final day you´ve got to go it´s the natural way.
SO WHY DO YOU PRAY FOR FORGIVENESS IN THE END ?
WHEN YOU HAVE NO REGRETS AND YOU´LL DO IT ALL AGAIN.
YOU OUTLIVED YOURCHILDREN, 10 DOGS AND EVERY FRIEND.
NOW YOU WANT TO START ALL OVER AND DO IT ALL AGAIN.
SO WHERE´S YOUR VISION?
How can you say that you´re improving.
Cause I have never seen you moving.
Someone saw you out last week.
So was it you or some other geek ?
OPEN YOUR EYES OR IT´LL ALL BE GONE.
SWITCH YOUR EARS TO POSITION "ON".
Are you immune to the things out there.
An influence must be a total scare.
Life must be as it has always been.
You´re nailed to the old with a constant pin.
OPEN YOUR EYES OR IT´LL ALL BE GONE.
SWITCH YOUR EARS TO POSITION "ON".
SO WHERE´S THE VISION YOU NEED SO BAD.
THE BIG OL´ DRIVE THAT YOU NEVER HAD.
THINK FOR MYSELF
Yeah, go on and make me the scapegoat.
And force your views down our throats.
I must memorize all that you say.
Cuz you won´t tolerate it in any other way.
LET ME THINK FOR MYSELF
HEAR WHAT I SAY AND DON´T
BELIEVE ALL THAT YOU´VE HEARD.
LET ME THINK FOR MYSELF
YOU´LL NEED EARS IF YOU WANT
TO CHANGE THE WORLD.
The best would be if I wouldn´t think.
A stupid monkey is the perfect link.
Painted propaganda is the best way to act.
And you´re the first to judge before you know the facts.
LET ME THINK FOR MYSELF ...
You want attention and you´re against it all.
But tell it to my face and not spread it on a wall.
I like your opinions but not what you do.
Cuz in a way the closeminded are you.
STUCK
In poleposition everything looked great.
I was immortal, to win was my fate.
I could have slowed down but the pace felt fine.
I look back but I won´t allow myself to whine.
IT´S ALWAYS EASY TO BE SMART
WHEN THINGS ARE DONE.
NOW I´M STUCK AND MORE
LOCKED UP THAN A CON.
I was drunk, eager to be brave.
One jump and I´m tied down like a slave.
And now I roll through everyday.
I can´t move but I´m alive anyway.
IT´S ALWAYS EASY...
HOLIDAY ON ICE
I heard about a drug and I was told it was rad.
It was the most fucked-up experience that I´ve ever had.
I saw a treasure, get out and dig someone said.
And I dug until my fingers were red.
My hands looked like raw mined meat.
And the colour of my face was the colour of a sheet.
My head was pounding but I wanted more.
I just knew that it wouldn´t be like before.
It´s in my system I don´t know who I am.
I want to stop but the drug´s my man.
Like a scary skateshow with a better price.
Hell, why not stay on my holiday on ice.
AFTER ONE TRIP I FELT AS LIVING AS KEITH.
THEY LOCKED ME UP I SHOOK LIKE A LEAF.
THE NEXT DAY I WENT OUT FOR ANOTHER BLAST.
MY LIFE WAS A THRILLER WITH ONLY ME IN THE CAST.
HOLIDAY ON ICE.
BLACKSICK
Is a contract what we need so I won´t have to bleed.
Or a camera in my face to film my boring days.
Your jealousy turns to crime you´re hellbent on the hard line.
A slap is no caress and I don´t want to impress.
With the clothes I wear and I want out of here.
I think you should be shot from behind you´re a disgrace to mankind.
DAMN YOU PIG YOU´RE OUT OF TOUCH
YOU HIT ME HARD WHEN I MISS THE CLUTCH
THE BEST WOULD BE IF I WAS CUTE
LOCKED UP IN THE KITCHEN, LOOKING CUTE.
STARECASE
You came and you showed no feelings of shame.
But slowly you became like us, controlled and lame.
They stared, you never used to care.
You used to be the one who did what noone dared.
FACE OUT AND LEARN AGAIN
THAT THE THINGS YOU DID WAS WHAT KEPT US SANE.
WISE UP CAUSE YOU SHOULDN´T CARE
IF YOU´RE A REASON FOR PEOPLE TO STARE.
But hey, do you hear what I say ?
Why can´t you question what you´re told anyway.
It´s weird, why are you so scared ?
You´re trapped in that zone of apathy that you used to fear.
FACE OUT AND LEARN AGAIN
THAT THE THINGS YOU DID WAS WHAT KEPT US SANE.
WISE UP CAUSE YOU SHOULDN´T CARE
IF YOU´RE A REASON FOR PEOPLE TO STARE.
A STARECASE IN MANY WAYS
BUT SOMEONE WHO MOVED WITH PRIDE AND GRACE.
SOMEONE WHO DID KNOW
THAT INTEGRITY IS SOMETHING THAT SHOWS. |
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