Lifelong hangover

Once again I can’t eat I can’t sleep and Im sick... all week
I smell like an ashtray and yesterday... my piss was grey

No control no common sense but whole lotta dead ends
NO bridges left to burn
NO pages left to turn
NO friends left to hurt

I’m listening the voices from the party... next door
I thought of going but then again... what for?

I don’t need another social suicide... just the regular one
NO shit to talk about
NO point to fake a smile
NO song to sing out loud
There’s nothing but...

Lifelong Hangover

Diabetes

Fuck youandyouandyou....
Fuck all of you.

No, I don’t wanna go out
No, I don’t wanna hang out
I don’t come along ‘cause I don’t get along
I don’t think you would be impressed
When I start the fight with the waitress
Order pizza by phone Let’s eat here at home.

I’ve lost my head
I’m seeing red
I guess I’ve got diabetes

Calm down and take a deep breath

I pretty much hate everyone
I hate your parents I hate their son
Hate white & black Hate thin & fat
I can’t go to the show tonight
I might kill a Mike Ness look a like
And piss on someone’s vans shoes & hundred euro pants

Our Song for the eurovision song contest

Dying Dying Dead!
I can’t find my hairspray
I need it badly today
We’ve got some interviews
and photoshoot for promotional use
I tell my music comes from my heart
and photos prove we’ve lived our lives hard
Then we’ll see if our radiofriendly hit single hits the target

Lallaadidaa
I sing about desperate love
I know girls like
when man reveals his sensitive side
why do you keep calling me phony
‘cause I don’t know who’s Jerry Only
I happen to know this kinda skulls on shoes are the latest thing

This is our song for the eurovision
This year we’re going for the gold
...or is it all just dying, dying, dead?

Ten points - nice moves, high jumps
Ten points - cool stickers on drums
Ten points - I love the singers hair
Ten points - I love the clothes they wear
Judge one: Ten points
judge 2 : ten points
judge 3 : ten points
judge 4: "More tattoos would be nice. I give 9.5".

Harder, play it harder
Faster, play it faster
This year we’re going for the gold
Louder, play it louder
Cooler, mouth open
This year we’re going for the gold
Or is it all just dying dying dead?

I Choose The Sin

six six six GO
Satan! Show me the ultimate metal riff
Satan! I give you a live of a guinea pig
Satan! My little sister won’t need it anymore
Satan! I drink its blood it makes me strong
My mind is dark I’ve got a black heart
So won’t you speak to me devil??

I choose the sin.

Satan! I’m 16 years and ready to join
Satan! to the army of darkness, I’m your boy
Satan! Help me with this homework
Satan! and I’ll follow you to the end of the world
I got a pentagram tattooed on my hand
So won’t you speak to me devil??

I choose the sin I choose the sin
'Cause downstair's party's my thing

I will eat the yellow snow and I will stare at the sun
Speak to me.. I choose the sin
Moms crucifix is replaced with triple six
Speak to me.. I choose the sin
I’ll keep on sniffing glue just like you told me to
Speak to me.. I choose the sin
And I will paint my face repeating unholy prays

I Choose The Sin

H.M.P.U.

There’s a friend of mine talking to himself
Having a chat with Santa’s elf
Other one just shit his pants.
He’s way too drunk to understand
What’s the time? Is it Tuesday?
This party should have stopped at -98.
Our braindead crew ain’t no looking for fun
just trying to get through day totally numb.
You see him? He can swallow only liquid.
He can’t eat but he’s always there to drink with.
Guess it’s not how it was planned.
It somehow all just got out of hand.
Tic toc we’re waiting for.
Waiting for a wake up call.
Don’t wanna see a friend go down.
While we’re waiting... Who’s paying the next round?
Noouuoouuoouu No future for our kind.
‘Cause we’re all
HOPELESS, MINDLESS, POINTLESS, USELESS.

Useless white trash.

Junk

Thank God it's christmas
The season of good consumers
We want. We need
TV-shop makes my eyes bleed

JunkJunkJunkJunk
Junk all around
We're drowning in shit
Some say it's progress
Some say it's SHITSHITSHITSHIT
Garbage

(she’s) Too drunk to fuck

She wants no dinner in the candle light
That’s not the way she likes to spend the night
She likes to drink - any booze will do
She will out drink me and she will out drink you

She’s laughing and screaming
Her face is bleeding
‘Cause she fell down the stairs
There’s puke on her shoes
and you can ask her if she cares

All I ever wanna dooooooo
is to pass out with you

I put my head down on her chest
Just to make sure that she’s not dead
Unconsciousness is how she likes it best
I sense some selfdestructivenessss

She don’t give a shit... She will spit
On your Aerosmith CD’s
And she will piss on your
daddy’s Volvo’s front seat

Pass out with you

Frustration

I am one bitter old twisted fuck
Old fuck only living for the next weekend
Dead end. Dead end job pays the minimum wage
No raise. I’m a pawn in their fucking games.

Everyday’s the same
Feel like shit... Dejavu

Leaders... Former wrestlers and beauty queens
Nazis and phedofiles run the church
Whole world in front of the TV- screen
Dreaming ‘bout winning the lottery

Life’s not a walk on the catwalk
Life’s not a James Bond small talk
Life’s not a drink by the poolside
Life’s not a continuous highlight
Life is like the Groundhog Day
Life is doing everything the hard way
Life is a take away kebab
It’s Sunday and you’re drunk as fuck

Hell jeah! And I don’t care

Guns

Protection
To feel safe
Just in case
We’re living restless times.
Gun would be nice.

naanaanaananannannaGUN for everyone

Americans know how it’s done when it comes to guns
You’re 15. you get an M16. It’s good for self esteem

I don’t sleep alone
I’ve got a gun under my pillow

Karaoke Nightmare

The week’s been long and the week’s been hard
Let’s go to the Populus karaoke bar Hell Jeah!
Make it double and keep it coming
I wanna get rid of all my money Hell Jeah!

We’re going to karaoke bar
Tonight everyone’s a star
We’re going to karaoke bar

Sing sing sing sing
Sing outta key the microphone is free
Sing sing sing sing
Wave your hands like you just don’t care
Welcome to karaoke nightmare

Oldies, goldies, Buffalo soldiers
Abba, queen and Bruce Springsteen Hell Jeah!
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Hell Jeah!

Lights are bright, crowd goes wild, I stagedive
Sing it! Sing it!
I raise my glass, pull down my pants, I breakdance
Sing it! Sing it!
Scream for me, scream for me, scream for me
Scream! Scream!
Say my name, say my name, say my name
Say it! Say it!

I'm Your Homer

Yes I know it’s not easy
To spend your time
with retard/freak/ass like me
You like 50’s design
You’ve got class & you’ve got style
And that’s ok with me
I like wrestling and big cars
Got beer belly & mustache
And that’s ok with you

‘Cause I’m your man
And somehow you understand
That mans gotta do what mans gotta do
No matter how stupid it can get

I’m Homer and you’re my Marge

You like to read a book
You like sculpture and good food
And that’s ok with me
I don’t know about fine arts
I like bowling & Star Wars
And That’s ok with you

‘Cause I’m your man
You’re in love with an animal
I’m always scratching my balls
Always spitting indoors
And every time I have one too many