Too drunk to be silent, can't stay on his feet With a horrible language he crawls down the street A pleasant condition, can't hold down the food Fistful of vomits, he's now in the mood
When he starts tumbling and drops to the floor It's the sign he awaits, he's got to drink more Insulting the shorthaired, his arm starts to twist Their nose bones receives the speed of the fist
He's dirty...he's alone...he's metal to the bone
HARDROCKER
The most incedent back at school, he always skipped the class Told his teacher to fuck off and stick it up her ass He'll never fit into the crowd, he'll never lose his pride He won't allow no shorthaired heads, he would rather die
Shortcut hair in sight, no words are needed to start the fight All discondance must end in broken bones Enough to get him pissed, count the teeth you soon shall miss Footprints in your swollen face shows the way it must be done
Criminaly tough and hard, headbanging where we lie Whiplash-damage, aching neck, still banging till we die We'll stand together to the end, ain't ever wimping out We live and die the metal way, loud is all that counts
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