Hungry for destruction The worst you'll ever see Desloated cities fall with their sociology Blood soaked tyrants, bad morality Iron fists clash with barbaric savagery But the worst of all Is yet to appear Rumor and myth is all that we hear Stories that he drenches his victims face on blood Crushing bastard skulls one by one
Mind games, torture, poser, eliminator
Bloodthirsty jawbreaker Let's see them talk when they got No jaws Bloodthirsty jawbreaker All thrash haters will suck his balls Bloodthirsty jawbreaker He'll punch your lights out for a noble thrash cause
He rides into town on a horse made of steel A panzer tank made of thrash with jaw bones for wheels Fists made of iron He wears a denim vest He eliminates posers Chewing on a bucket made of flesh Steering his tank While high on bone marrow Listening to whiplash Because he loves tony portaro Aiming his cannons at the south sea door Junkie bastard and his wife are no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
