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353 lines
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S.O.D. (Stormtroopers Of Death) Speak English Or Die
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CombatCore Records, 1985
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Sargent "D" and the S.O.D.
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Ruthless and vicious he'll stomp on your face
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Deadly, malicious, stay out of his space
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He'll rip your eyes out, don't look the wrong way
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And once you meet him, there's no time to pray
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He'll rip your heart out, make you eat your own lips
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Then crack your elbows, and crush fingertips
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CHORUS:
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He'll make you wish that you didn't exist
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Cause Sargent D is coming, and you're on his list
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Don't cut the line, cause he'll cut off your leg
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Don't take your time or you'll spend time with the dead
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Don't try to trick him, he'll fill you with lead
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Don't beg for mercy, he'll piss on your head
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He'll kill your sister, then mail back the tits
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He'll beat you senseless, then break out the whips
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(CHORUS) - (MOSH PART)
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He'll put gas on your kids, then throw them a match
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He'll back the car over grandma, then dissect her cat
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With his Stormtroopers of Death, he'll come to your town
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Their uzi's rip through flesh, then it's time to chow down
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Their cause is justified, their reason is clear
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The word revenge is all that they hear
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(CHORUS)
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Kill Yourself
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Can't take it, never could
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Time to end it, wish you would
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Friends and family, they're all gone
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Life for you is just a con
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Dig yourself a hole in the ground
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Push up daisies six feet down
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Take a dirt nap, by the farm
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Inject a bubble in your arm
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CHORUS:
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Kill yourself, kill yourself
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Why don't you kill yourself
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Don't rely on no one else
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End it all just kill yourself
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Life is just a one-way ticket
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Everyone must go around
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Here's a bucket go and kick it
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Slit your wrist without a sound
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When you go don't make a big deal
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No dramatics, don't overplay
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Cause don't you know that we'll all feel
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Better once you've gone away
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(CHORUS) - (MOSH PART)
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You're a loser, there's nothing left for you
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A worthless loser, at everything you do
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Milano Mosh
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You think that, you're really hard
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You think, that you can mosh
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Got your suspenders, and got your boots
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You better wear armor, you fuckin fool
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We mosh, until we die
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We mosh, until you fry
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You think that you can try
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But can you do...the Milano Mosh
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(REPEAT VERSE)
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Speak English or Die
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You come into this country
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You cant get real jobs
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Boats and boats and boats of you
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Go home you fuckin slobs
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Selling hot-dogs on the corner
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Selling papers in the street
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Pushing, pulling, digging, sweating
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Where you come from must be beat
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CHORUS:
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You always make us wait
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You're the ones we hate
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You can't communicate
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Speak english or die
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You don't know what I want
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You don't know what I need
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Why must I repeat myself
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Can't you fuckin read
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Nice fuckin accents
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Why can't you speak like me
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What's that dot on your head
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Do you use it to see
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(CHORUS) - (MOSH PART) - (CHORUS)
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United Forces
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It doesn't matter how you wear your hair
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It's what's inside your head
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United Forces stand for all strong and fair
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Black, white and yellow and red
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CHORUS:
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United Forces, United Forces, united
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United Forces, United Forces, united
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Skinheads and bangers and punks stand as one
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Cross-over to a final scene
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United Forces and their job won't be done
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Until the world can see
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(CHORUS)
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No rednecks, no jocks, no macho-bullshit attitudes
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United Forces can't be stopped - (REPEAT 2X)
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Chromatic Death
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Chromatic death
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Chromatic death
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Pi Alpha Nu
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Going out to drink beer
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Having loads and loads of fun
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Don't complain spring break is here
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Hanging out in P and G's
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CHORUS:
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Pi Alpha Nu
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Pi Alpha Nu
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Hanging out in the trippin fields
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Jumping into mud puddles
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Toga party was a blast
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Don't know how the people last
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(CHORUS) - (MOSH PART) - (CHORUS)
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Antiprocrastination Song
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Antiprocrastination song
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Freddy Krueger
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He's hands spells death
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He breathes his vile breath
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No way you can stop him once he's out
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He haunts your sleep in the tub he hides down deep
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He rips your face and no one hears you shout
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CHORUS:
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He's come for you, what will you do
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He slash you and rip you and cut you in two
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His teeth are black
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Flex metal knuckles with a crack
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Maggots crawling all throughout his skin
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He'll get them all
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Everyone will hear his call
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When his razors grip beneath their chin
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(CHORUS) - (MOSH PART)
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As the blood begins to splat
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On his sweater and on his hat
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His rotted mouth smiles as you die
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His colors red and green
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His skin's not what it seems
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He rips at it and tears off his own flesh
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(CHORUS)
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Milk
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I woke up, can't wait to eat
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Got my cereal, boy was I beat
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Open the fridge, and to my dismay
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There was no milk, my mother will pay
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CHORUS:
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I want some milk, my coffee grows cold
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I want some milk, I should've been told
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BRIDGE:
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I wish I had some goddamn milk
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My cheerio's just ain't the same
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I wish I had some goddamn milk
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Too bad the milkman never came
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I can't go out to the store
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I just wait till my mother buys more
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I'll just have wheat-thins and beer
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If I get sick, the toilet is near
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(CHORUS) - (BRIDGE) - (CHORUS)
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Pre-Menstrual Princess Blues
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Erving! Where are my maxi-pads?
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Help me find them before I paint the whole house red!
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You men have it soooo easy...
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I wish that you could feel this just one....
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I'm passing clots the size of basketballs
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CHORUS:
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Pre-Menstrual Princess Blues
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Pre-Menstrual Princess Blues
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Pre-Menstrual Princess Blues
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Pre-Menstrual Princess Blues
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Oh God. It stained right on to my new dress!!
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Godammit, why'd this have to happen now
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Oh...you're hungry are you?
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Well come here Erving darling...
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How about a bloody merry!!!
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(CHORUS)
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Pussy Whipped
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Walk the dog, do the dishes
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Your lips are brown from kissing ass
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Sorry guys I can't make it
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Maybe next time, think I'll pass
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Don't make her mad, don't make her sad
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A fate for you that's worse than death
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You're a slave and you don't know it
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It always happens to the best
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CHORUS:
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Pussy whipped, pussy whipped
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Don't you know you're pussy whipped
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Pussy whipped, pussy whipped
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Don't you know you're pussy whipped
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She wants to be involved with you
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In every little thing you do
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Always has to add her two cents
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It's obvious who wears the pants
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Your friends all hate you, you don't care
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Cause you have been trapped in her lair
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And hopefully one day you'll see
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That pussy can be caught for free
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(CHORUS) - (MOSH PART) - (REPEAT FIRST VERSE) - (CHORUS)
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Fistbanging Mania
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You see them in the front
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At every fuckin show
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Fistbanging maniacs
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With heads that move so slow
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Who wants to see your fist
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Right in their fuckin face
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They should learn to mosh
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Or leave the fuckin place
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CHORUS:
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Fistbanging mania
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Fistbanging mania
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Fistbanging mania
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Fistbanging mania
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(MOSH PART)
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You know that they mean well
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But it still makes you frown
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Why can't they really thrash
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And put their fistbangs down
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Save that fistbanging shit
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For bands like Motley Crue
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Or when you come see us
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We'll dive on top of you
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(CHORUS)
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No Turning Back
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We will fry
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We never learn, so now we burn
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The time has come to start again
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But first we must all see the end
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By hand of God or man
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To oblivion we descend
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I think that this is understood
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Wouldn't stop it if I could
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Time for the human race to die
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And give this world a chance to thrive
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(CHORUS)
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Fuck the Middle East
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Fuck the middle east
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There's too many problems
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They just get in the way
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We sure could live without them
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They hijack our planes
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They raise our oil prices
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We'll kill them all and have a ball
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And end their fuckin crisis
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Beirut, Lebanon - won't exist once we're done
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Libya, Iran - we'll flush the bastards down the can
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Syrians and Shites - crush their faces with our might
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Then Israel and Egypt can live in peace without these dicks
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Douche Crew
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Why do you play so fast...to be cool
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If you think you'll last...you're just fools
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You try to be something...that you're not
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And all you do is fill our ears...with rot
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You claim to play hardcore
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Well that's a bunch of shit
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You're just a bunch of snot-nosed kids
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A real group of tits
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You make your bed you lay in
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I bet it's made of shit
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You think you're all so macho
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I bet you all have clits
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CHORUS:
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You're just a Douche Crew
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You're just a Douche Crew
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You're just a Douche Crew
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You're just a Douche Crew
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We offered you our hands
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You just turned your backs
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You're just a bunch of poser douche-bags
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Faggot, dickless, hacks
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Wearing all the douchy clothes
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They like to watch each other pose
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They're all the same so fuckin lame
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We shove their spikes up their holes
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(CHORUS) - (MOSH PART)
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