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Holy-Hack-Jack

He's a sick sick, sick gone man

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[Ei aihetta]Perjantai 10.04.2009 16:56

Mahdollisuus että joku
katselee sinua on suoraan
verrannollinen toimintasi
typeryyteen.

Tylsää....Maanantai 06.04.2009 14:12

kouluun pitäs lähtee kahelta.. no vois pelata siihen asti CSää :D

Now playing: Demented Are Go! - One Sharp Knife

Vectom - Satan's ColoursMaanantai 30.03.2009 22:38

War and fight against the hell,
You're a preacher of the light
I would say you never win,
Cause Satan has the might
Sword and fire against the cross
That's too much for you
You have lost the fight again
Now your soul is lost, too
Evil fight the angels back
The world is burning hot
The king of hell will never quit
And now your soul will rot

Satan's colours
Red and black
Devil's army fight your back

They ride the storm through the night
There is no escape, they're creatures of the night
They're evil made
The leader of this army is Satan lord of night
He takes the life, he takes the soul,
destroys the world tonight

Satan's colours
Red and black
Devil's army fight your back

Think about it come to us
The winners of the war
Disaster and pain to everyone
This is our law
We're bad, we are insane
Creatures of the night
Riding down the way to hell
You never see the light

Now destroy the paradise the snake is seduce you
Eating from the apple tree, that's a great sin, too
It doesn't matter, Satan laughs, you're coming down to hell
You have a glitter in your eyes and now your soul to sell
In red and black we're standing up, 'cause we're dressed to kill
This colours are the satan's one and stands on the hill

Satan's colours
Red and black
Devil's army fight your back

We ride the storm through the night, there is no escape
We are creatures of the night, we're evil made
The leader of our army is Satan lord of night
He takes the life, he takes the soul, destroys the world tonight.

Satan's colours
Red and black
Devil's army fight your back

Think about it come to us
The winners of the war
Desaster and pain to everyone
This is our law
We're bad, we are insane
Creatures of the night
Riding down the way to hell
You never see the light




=DTiistai 24.03.2009 16:12

Nekromantix - HellboundTiistai 24.03.2009 13:03


Dressed in black his face was white
No doubt he was a cenobite
Needles pined all over his head
Oh god that box's gonna be my death

It was a hellraiser, a hellraiser
And now now now I'm hellbound

Night after night they were torturing me
They were mean, bad as cruel as they could be
Hooks in chains tearing apart my skin
That box brought me pierces I've never been

Nekromantix - Ride Danny rideTiistai 24.03.2009 13:02



riding down the road of life - he's driving fast
the wind is blowing in his face, how long will he last
spending all his money on beer, no women in sight
looking for some action, again he ends up in a fight

ride danny ride - drinking beer and having fun
ride danny ride - the cops are coming, run run run run
ride danny ride - ride danny ride
ride danny ride - ride danny ride

100 miles an hour - on his bike he feels so well
trees are passing by down that highway straight to hell
every week he finds himself mixed up in a new romance
cheating, stealing, lying whenever he gets the chance

ride danny ride - drinking beer and having fun
ride danny ride - got me, got me run run run run
ride danny ride - ride danny ride
ride danny ride - ride danny ride

ride danny ride - drinking beer and having fun...

100 miles an hour...

[Ei aihetta]Tiistai 24.03.2009 11:15

Return to Phobos

[Ei aihetta]Sunnuntai 15.03.2009 11:35

Too young to realise too young to care... tuli taas juotua eilen.... vähän liikaa...

Demented Are Go! - Holy Hack JackLauantai 14.03.2009 14:00



He got a sheath made of plastic grabs it over his head forty gallons of petrol
gonna burn you all dead.

A forty-five strapped to his side
A machete in his hand
What's the name. What's the game.
Holy Hack Jack's the man.

He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He hobbles along on a busted knee
knife strapped to his thigh.
Bombs and blades, hand grenades
somebody's gonna die

With his cassocks an' his robes and his leather chaps covered by a plastic mack
he's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again.
sick sick, sick sick

chorus
Clapped out buggy down darkened streets likes to kill whoever he meets
he's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again.
sick sick, sick sick

He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
sick sick, sick sick

Yeah Made a Wheelchair and I was goneTiistai 10.03.2009 20:23