Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Silver wings upon their
Black night, Black river I've got to have her I've got to get her Black river running red Be my bloody bride I'm going to love you until you
Hey man why don't you leave me alone? Stay off my lawn Get away from my home I saw you dog It shit on my grass I stuffed a lighted M-80 Straight up it
Cruising down the highway Using lots of gas I've got hundreds of horsepower Got the energy to pass Miles of steel and concrete Between my home and
I'm not the king of anything Nor am I a god I ride like rolling thunder On a steed that's poorly shod I steal from necessity I kill with no remorse Brave
Disgraceland. Debased real estate it's just like Neverland. Where the king of pop once hunted. Disgraceland, The King is dead and there's no saving
I was talking to my neighbor's dog His wisdom set me free "Go out and have some fun," he said "Go on a killing spree." I never was a good boy Don
Rotten flesh dripping from my bones As I rip through suburban homes Creep about in a shroud of fog I'll tear the heart from your family dog Ghoul's Looking
Ten liter diesel sitting under my hood Going to drive it like ariving man would Get me some chicks And some Lone Star beer One hand is for shifting And
Red lips, red nails Tore out my heart and put me through Hell I used to love her But now I hate her I want revenge against my betrayer I'm through trying
I'm a singer I sing songs Piled into our big black van And the we drove it all across this land Playing music that was big and loud The open
Some people call me a redneck And some people call me a hick Some people call me an asshole And some people call me just dick CHORUS But I ain't a member
Booze party on a Saturday night Come back to my place And get real tight Told Mom and Dad to get lost Don't worry, baby, now I'm the boss CHORUS Booze
Its a rebellion Its coming down your street Its a rebellion Doc Martins on their feet Its a rebellion Your head is gonna get punched Its a
Marshall stacks piled high Look like girls But they're guys Lots of hair with tons of gel They sing just like Hounds from Hell CHORUS Hang 'em high, hang
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Toxic waste rises to the heavens Burning rain on a burial ground Long dead corpse crawling to the surface To do his dance On a burial mound Dance of the
It was late last night When my baby got home It was late last night When my baby got home She was playing free jazz On a shiny new saxophone
