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Na, na, na
03:21
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This is the story of me against the world
Wasted, cracked down, tired and fucked up, after all
Ain't damage in me the things you say
I'm sharped, hard and shielded like a chopper stone
So, you can even try, but it's a waste of time
And then you wonder why your presence doesn´t worth a dime?
Be careful with the blood that runs my veins
'cause the poison you've got is not toxic for them
And against your words I just say...
XXX
I've got a thousand stubs I'll never care for one more
So take your ticket, sit down and waitfor your turn
Others have tryed to do the same before you
But routine will always be my killer, for shure
So, you can even try, but it's a waste of time
And then you wonder why your presence doesn´t worth a dime?
Be careful with the blood that runs my veins
'cause the poison you've got is not toxic for them
And against your words I just say...
XXX
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S.K.A.T.E.
02:25
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(Dedicated to Tommy Skapájaro, Juan, Okupa, "Highway to Skate" Crew, Garri, Gámez, and every single mad guy I've met over a skate table)
lyrics
I'm back in Sk8land
Let's go for a ride
So take your deck back and
Let's skate the night
The wind in my face
Tries to wring me down
I'm as fast as hell,
On the highway to skate
XXX
My knees and my elbows
Are full of scars
On the Huba is riding
A toothless gal
Amazing race
Down the moonlight
No pain, no gain,
Keeping the skate wild!
XXX
We are out in the city
We are beating the cars
Kill the pederastians!
Try to catch the bus!
The moon is shining
The night is for us
So, shout loud in the eve
Skate's my drug!
XXX
I
AM
GOING
STRAIGHT
TO
S
K
A
T
E
SKATE!
XXX
SKATE!
SKATE!
SKATE!
SKATE!
credits
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Dear Satan: For this Christmas I want to...
lyrics
Burn some art with mister Childish
Never had a decent life
A tea party with John Waters
Meet Kaczynski a 4th of July
Honeymoons with Shelley Duvall
Sassy Spacek or Susan Walsh
A flight tryp with Dr. Gonzo.
I'd be conformed even sniffin' his corpse!
I'VE GOT
TOO MANY REASONS TO SELL MY SOUL FOR THE DEVIL!
Beat on the brat with the Ramones
Punch Kerouak straight on his nose
Join up Bart Robert's crowd
Wild tryp and get lost and found
Have a pic-nic with Tarantino
on the back track of his car
A poker round with Jesus Christ
Plaing with Lucifer's hands
I'VE GOT
TOO MANY REASONS TO SELL MY SOUL FOR THE DEVIL!
Woodstock the 69
Get drowned in the deep of your eyes
Stay playin' for so long
I hope the stages can grow me old
Bank robbing with Tom Sharpe
Jungle hunting with the Vietcong
Fullfit my dreams till bake my soul
But keep-a-dreamin' after all!
I'VE GOT
TOO MANY REASONS TO SELL MY SOUL FOR THE DEVIL!
Getting stoned with Peter Brueguel
Be a viking for one day
Au pair of Alexander Schulding
Typewriting for night and day
A hardcore stomach made of iron
An AC/DC concert ticket
A time machine in my bath
To travel to Cenozoic paths
I'VE GOT
TOO MANY REASONS TO SELL MY SOUL FOR THE DEVIL
Chillin' out with Bukowski
A date with Maribel Verdú
A Jimi Hendrix private show
for that some souls would bring 'em all!
Burroughs teaching me to see the light
Lemmy's mojo for one night
Passing away in Huxley's style
With the White Rabbit trippin' in my mind!
I'VE GOT
TOO MANY REASONS TO SELL MY SOUL FOR THE DEVIL
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Bleeding gums
02:08
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I've got bleeding gums since I've got awareness
Mum have always told me, to take 'em cared
I brush my teeth every single day
But my gums still bleed, I cannot explain
XXX
I've got wooden teeth since my memory works
Mum always get angry 'cause thinks they get worst
I promise you mum, that I get them brushed
But they still look like wood, I can't understand
XXX
Within a few years, when the time goes on
My teeth could be broken, dusty or raw
But one thing for shure, will still stand
Despite all the pain, I love you Mum
XXX
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There is a gang of young boys in the town
Who are just looking to mess around
They're inside the evil edge
Drinving thru the devil's hills
They have just found and old table
With some inscriptions on it
They have taste some drugs
They are playing with fire!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP YOUR HANDS!
SAY YEAH!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP YOUR HANDS!
SAY YEAH!
So they guys take a glass
Put the fingers on it
They are fucking drunk
Speeded stoned and blind
One of them say "Oh God!"
"Could you please show yourself?"
They wanna now of the other side
Forbidden face of the edge!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP YOUR HANDS
SAY YEAH!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP YOUR HANDS!
SAY YEAH!
What happened before
Nobody knows
The boys dissapeared
Without any trace
On the wall on the room
Written with blood
"We have unleash the beast...
...Cerberus Goat has come!"
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP YOUR HANDS
SAY YEAH!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP YOUR HANDS!
SAY YEAH!
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I saw you walking dow the street last day
You've got blue eyes and short blonde hair
I wan't shure if you where a boy or a girl
But, sincerely, I just don't care
I
I WANNA
I WANNA WALK THE DARK SIDE
I WANNA WALK THE DARK SIDE, WALKING BY YOUR SIDE
It's said that love hides inside your soul
But I really, really, really wanna know
What is been hidden down your clothes
So, let's get toguether and get out of control
I
I WANNA
I WANNA WALK THE DARK SIDE
I WANNA WALK THE DARK SIDE, WALKING BY YOUR SIDE
Some say you've got the Devil inside
And I won't stop till I see it with my eyes
I just wanna be by your side
And suck your horns or whatever you hide
I
I WANNA
I WANNA WALK THE DARK SIDE
I
I WANNA
I WANNA WALK THE DARK SIDE
I WANNA WALK THE DARK SIDE, WALKING BY YOUR SIDE
I WANNA WALK THE DARK SIDE, WALKING BY YOUR SIDE
I WANNA WALK THE DARK SIDE, WALKING BY YOUR SIDE
credits
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Horns of Satan
03:21
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John was just a normal guy of a middle class neighbourhood
He has a good-looking wife, and every Sunday goes to church
But one day
In his head
Began to grow the
HORNS OF SATAN
XXX
One day, John's asshole and hypocrite boss, called him at the shop
And after five years of loyal service, John got fired of his job
Till this moment
In Johnny's head
Began to grow the
HORNS OF SATAN
XXX
Outside was raining, the clouds where black, and also Johnny life was
And then in a dark and shitty street, a pimp show John his knife
"Give me the money!"
"Give me the cash!"
And then got bigger the
HORNS OF SATAN
XXX
But then in John house was waiting the icyng on the cake
He found in wife with another guy, both lying in his bed
He took a gun
And shout 'ol loud
THIS ARE THE HORNS OF SATAN!
XXX
credits
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BatFace
03:05
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Close your windows, shut the doors
Don't move a miserable bone
Tell the kids to stay quiet
Be so careful, be silent!
IT'S THE BAT (BAT!) FACE (FACE!) DEMON IN TOWN!
IT'S THE BAT (BAT!) FACE (FACE!) DEMON IN TOWN!
IT'S THE BAT (BAT!) FACE (FACE!) DEMON IN TOWN!
DEMON IN TOWN!
DEMON IN TOWN!
DEMON IN YOUR TOWN
Close your windows, shut the doors
Don't move a miserable bone
Draw a red line on the door
Keep a sheep out of ya home
IT'S THE BAT (BAT!) FACE (FACE!) DEMON IN TOWN!
IT'S THE BAT (BAT!) FACE (FACE!) DEMON IN TOWN!
IT'S THE BAT (BAT!) FACE (FACE!) DEMON IN TOWN!
DEMON IN TOWN!
DEMON IN TOWN!
DEMON IN YOUR TOWN
Close your windows, shut the doors
Don't move a miserable bone
You can hear the beast rise
So start praying Jesus Christ!
IT'S THE BAT (BAT!) FACE (FACE!) DEMON IN TOWN!
IT'S THE BAT (BAT!) FACE (FACE!) DEMON IN TOWN!
IT'S THE BAT (BAT!) FACE (FACE!) DEMON IN TOWN!
DEMON IN TOWN!
DEMON IN TOWN!
DEMON IN YOUR TOWN
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