1. |
D-Beat
01:16
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I LOVE D-BEAT!
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2. |
My Jeans Have Holes
01:05
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Jeans
My jeans they have holes
but they're not even close
to falling apart oh no, yeah
You say that I look like a punk
An idiot on junk
That smells like a fart
"Ew, get away from me!"
What the fuck do you care?!
It's my body, my choice
It's my style, my own voice
It's nothing to do with you
What the fuck do you know?!
It's your prejudice and pride
It's your ignorance and spite
Pull your head outta your arse
...and open your eyes!
Yea, I got holes in my jeans
And I like it
So suck on that bitch!
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3. |
I Wanna Have Sex
01:02
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There's something wrong with the women of today...
Cos none of them wants to have sex with me!
Why exactly?
I don't understand... why?!?
All I wanna do is to have sex with you
Just to have a little taste of your dew
So what's the problem? Let's go to bed now!
Hey, no reason to act like such a cow...
No!
I just wanna have sex!
I just wanna have sex!
I just wanna have sex!
I wanna have sex!
[DISCLAIMER:]
In case the irony is lost on somebody, the topic of this song is the first person narrator who is a loser character and a terrible person.
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4. |
Wall of Death
01:22
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I see the pit formin
as the band starts rollin
There's a buzz in the crowd
Drink up your beers boys
It's no question or choice
I want to get in there now
Throw your hands in the air
It's a human meat fair
You might spill some blood
End of round one
I ain't nearly done
I'm just getting warmed up
Tank up some beers boys
Let them hear our voice
Scream your fucking lungs out
Throw your hands in the air
It's a human meat fair
You might spill some blood
The crowd splits into two
There's no help for me or you
It's a...
Wall of Death!
Wall of Death!!
Wall of Death!!!
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5. |
You Suck
01:09
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You suck
You're just a fucking cock
Anyone ever tell you that you smell like fucking pile of muck?
All I feel is scorn
Don't even know why you were born
You're even more useless than a fucked up piece of second-class crappy porn!
Why can't you die?
I think it is time
to rub the pavement with your face
you're a fucking disgrace!
Why are you still here?
Go away!
Get the fuck outta here!
You fucking asshole.
Die!
Go fuck yourself!
You suck!
Uh!
YOU SUCK!!!
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Uncontrol Helsinki, Finland
Depar Esra - Drums
Uncle Troll - Bass
Master Arse - Vocs
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