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GHOUL - Splatterthrash/Rot Gut [LIVE] @ The Paradise Boston, MA 2/18/2024

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  • Опубликовано: 19 фев 2024
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    Splatterthrash
    Nightfall, and you head to the show
    A ticket is clutched in your hand
    Wearing a vest made of denim
    With patches of your favorite bands
    You get to the club
    And the first band is totally lame
    These posers are into the nu-school
    They have t-i-o-n in their name!
    Our riffs decapitate them, our solos shred their skin
    My drums obliterate them, let the massacre begin!!!
    Up from the pit
    We launch an assault on the stage
    Hatchets are buried in craniums
    In a frenzy of psychotic rage
    Killing machines
    Necks are all broken and slashed
    We came here to conquer, we came here to rule
    WE CAME HERE TO SPLATTERTHRASH!!!!!
    Our riffs decapitate them, our solos shred their skin
    My drums obliterate them, let the massacre begin!!!
    SPLATTERTHRASH!!! BANG YOUR FUCKING HEAD!!!
    SPLATTERTHRASH!!! SLAY THE LIVING, EAT THE DEAD!!!
    SPLATTERTHRASH!!! MOSHING LIKE A FOOL!!!
    SPLATTERTHRASH!!! LIVE FOR METAL, DIE FOR GHOUL!!!
    End of the show
    And on to the next shitty dive
    The scenesters who got on the guest list
    Paid with their poserish lives
    But you survived
    Your metal turned out to be True
    You slammed in the pit and you didn’t take shit
    A Numbskull, through and through
    Our riffs decapitate them, our solos shred their skin
    My drums obliterate them, let the massacre begin!!!
    Rot Gut
    Ill take all the guts from a rotten old stiff
    and choose what I want with a taste or a whiff
    pack them in jars and infuse them with yeast
    to brew up a batch for the next midnight feast
    my skill as a brewer has never been met
    severed head '87 is my best vintage yet
    we drink til we're knackered on putrefied pus
    a chaser of lymph really gives me a rush
    chorus-
    Rot Gut
    despoiling the dead for a high
    Rot Gut
    a quart of blood for a quart of rye
    Rot Gut
    brandy from bile makes a killer flambe'
    Rot Gut
    a jigger of rot gut makes my day
    my moonshine goes with any dish
    and makes belches taste like rancid fish
    hot lung-buttered rum is my specialty du jour
    and an excellent rot gut hangover cure
    chorus-
    Rot Gut
    despoiling the dead for a high
    Rot Gut
    a quart of blood for a quart of rye
    Rot Gut
    brandy from bile makes a killer flambe'
    Rot Gut
    a jigger of rot gut makes my day
    my cup runneth over
    bile gurgles down my throat
    a beer bong of unraveled guts
    spills over with a suet-beer float
    a carton of booze made from rancid secretions
    public hair garnish, the finishing touch
    vittreous vino, we heartily glug
    but we'd never use alcohol as a crutch

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