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See You in Hell
02:56
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Still believe we can fly
Run over clouds
Still believe lose our minds
To find ourselves
"No greater vice than cowardice"
As Behemoth said
Join the lines and see the sign
Am I insane?
I said:
Don’t need your prayers
Don’t need your sympathy
So farewell
See you in hell!
Find your way straight to hell
Fuck your rotten soul
There’s nothing "there" for blood’n’flesh
I told you so
I said:
Don’t need your prayers
Don’t need your sympathy
So farewell
See you in hell!
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当たり (Atari)
02:51
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Although we are humans
Jungle rights still apply
Feeding aggression
Strive for the right
You’re spitting and shouting and pushing each other, construe
Try to be like heroes
But it’s all untrue
Do the checkmate
Nippon style
In one move
Kiai!
Right in the corner
On the chessboard of life
Sweat, blood and tears
Teeth ready to bite
And I’m snapping and laughing and don’t give a fuck, I’m loose
Don’t need a hero
Don’t need someone untrue
Straight from your soul - figure it out
Take one deep breath, one shot, one shout
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Bondage
02:18
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What do you expect treating me like that?
Is it really ‘cause you wait for the moment I’ll regret?
Still give me the pleasure and the pain, it’s really sick…
Still give the carrot and a stick!
Too many choices tasting sweet and sour
And It takes too many self-denials, many hours
Don’t let me lay here all alone,
Don’t leave me so… so bonded…
You know…
Keeping me on a short leash
Asking to fulfill your wish
Somebody’s scream inside my head
Somebody’s rope smashing my veins
But now…
Don’t let me lay here all alone
Don’t leave me so… So bonded…
Please no!
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4. |
$2.50 Ticket
03:06
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Got no past
Got no future
Ready to go and no turning back
Stand in the door, prepared and wearing black
They said: hey, renegade!
Listen kid, it’s no longer funny cause you’re just a money pit!
Empty pocket
Only $2.50
But it’s enough for ticket to fame
The point is to win so let’s play the game
They said: hey, buckethead!
Listen kid, it’s no longer funny cause you’re just a money pit!
I don’t accept your rules to follow
And all this shit I have to swallow
One key - one ticket to hit the way
All the words you said are hollow
Gonna be a rock star tomorrow…
I’m gonna be like Buckethead!
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Bitch?
02:37
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Does she look greater than every girl you met?
Is she a woman you will never get?
Does she know better how to feed a starving mind?
To be the one you would never find
Yeah, she does!
Bitch?
That’s how we call her:
Bitch!
Is she a winner when she gets to fuck the rules?
Does she kick harder than a crowd of flimsy fools?
Is she a gambler taking easily every bet?
With whom the play you’ll never forget
Yeah, she is!
Bitch?
That’s how we call her:
Bitch!
Reasons to admire are reasons to hate
Whatever she does makes your blood accelerate!
Sweating, shaking like any other guy
Eaten piece by piece by her hungry eyes
Kissing better than every girl you know
Moving the way everyone’s mind fucking blow!
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6. |
Die by the Swing
04:45
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This is a short story about some swing
So let’s kick it:
Like every story goes
Straight or turning
Guess you think that’s not yours
Be honest
Or just imagine…
One day you’re bored to be lather
One day deicide to discover
How life’s spicy, how to breathe different air
No longer walk into smothers
No longer be like others
Sweet-smelling clean but in mental despair
Die by the swing
One and another
Die by the swing
Try it
Feel it
Taste it
Die by the swing
Just uncover
Die by the swing
So you make a step
Without a footprint
Through the skin you feel the thrill
Of the waves you’re surfing
Die by the swing
One and another
Die by the swing
Try it
Feel it
Taste it
Die by the swing
Just uncover
Die by the swing
And now you are in…
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7. |
Sheila
03:57
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Dark clouds, world painted blood, and death all around
Blast light, plane bursts into flames, falls down to the ground
Hard land, heartbeat, I’m all by myself
Lay on the grass, just me - and somebody else
Summer clouds of shiny sky
Hide in her eyes
Summer clouds of shiny sky
Found in her eyes
Silence, sudden desire explodes in my head
Widespread, green silky meadow becomes our bed
First kiss, first touch, now she is the prize
There is no witness, no borders, no lies
I’m gonna be a good shepherd
You gave me hope when I was almost dead
Your heartbeat, your eyes, your body
Now I feel, I found my way
Shiny clouds of summer sky
Hide in her eyes
Shiny clouds of summer sky
Found in her eyes
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8. |
I Want Your Blood
02:33
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Fuckin’ hell..!!!
I drag myself through a dusty way
Every freakin’ day
Hell yeah!
Looking for a fucking’ second chance
One more chance
No need a revolution
Need a gooddamn special high
No need a substitution
No need a revolution
But please tonight
Give me a shot
I want your blood!!!
Gimme a high-octane fuel
For high speed thrill
Hell yeah!
Plug me to your amplifier now
I need no chill
And so
No need a revolution
Need a gooddamn special high
No need a substitution
No need a revolution
But please tonight
Give me a shot
Just one shot
Cause I want your blood!!!
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9. |
No Udder (We Can Suck)
02:47
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Telling nonsense and feeding shit
Whatever happens it’s always hit
That’s our fucking “fourth estate”
There are no facts there are just opinions
Breaking news based on fiction
So where is the point to relate?
Get middle finger for good luck
There is no udder we can suck
They tell you who you are and what you need
What’s right or wrong and how to exist
To be the "15-minute star"
Can easily create or destroy
No matter you’re genius or Barbie-toy
You’re just a number in AMR
Get middle finger for good luck
(Haha, you fuckers!)
There is no udder we can suck!
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10. |
Get Out!
02:33
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Let me tell you a story, honey…
I swear - that’s very true!
Do you know how shitty was there,
The place where I’ve been to…?
I tried to run away, but they were very rude…
I had to drink a glass of wine
Or maybe two…
GET OUT!
You drunkard!
You’re intoxicated!
GET OUT!
You see baby, just listen…
I can explain why I’m late:
I had to work so bloody long
With guys I really hate!
And then we had to meet
Some other guys in bar
And in the meantime baby…
Someone stole my car!
It’s so sad oh listen honey
Suddenly I lost all money
Stop repeating that I’m drunk
and please - don’t call your mum to come!
GET OUT! NOW!
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11. |
M.I.L.F. (feat. Guzik)
04:58
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I’m following the “white rabbit”
Especially cause it’s white
Someday I’ll catch the mother
The Mother I'd Like to Find
There is no time to waste
So I will start ignition
I’m gonna catch the gold fish
Cause Man, I Love Fishing
Seeking for adults pleasure
No matter what or ever
So I'll take the great adventure
And Make It Last Forever
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DIZEL Kraków, Poland
We play dirty rock'n'roll and sing about forbidden loving ;). No plans, pigeonholes or arrangements but fun from playing
together! Fun for everyone!
Gramy brudnego rokendrola i śpiewamy o zakazanych miłościach ;). Nie mamy planów, nie ograniczają nas szuflady i układy. Mamy za to frajdę ze wspólnego grania i pochodnych ;) Fun for everyone!
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