Tankard - Blood, Guts & Rock 'N' Roll текст песни

"Blood, guts, and rock and roll"

Two or three pints of blood
In my cornflakes will make me stronger and stronger.
If I take my chainsaw
So, I'll kill someone, because I need to relax.

It's just "Baby cereal" for killer - our new hit.
We - a group which identifies itself with death, violence, blood
And every so crap.
Chain acid, devouring brains
Maniacs and murderers.
Deadly lyrics - our product.
Murder, massacre, dismemberment, bloody mass,
Like the fat to roast meat
Ooze out of our stereo speakers.
And this way we step.

Blood metal - it's our life.
Murder, violence and sabotage.
Blood metal - something more.
Blood, guts and rock 'n' roll.
I like madness and psihopatizm murders.

Song of the cannibals
Roasted victims
Barbecued human flesh,
Fingers with cheese, legs and brains on the grill.
Would you like to come to join us?
And we cut you a piece.
Injury - this show, which we do, "grandmother."
Sacrifice human life and take videos.
Do "loot" in our trash.
Daily.
Live sadistic fantasies.
Murder, massacre, dismemberment, bloody mass,
Like the fat to roast meat
Ooze out of our stereo speakers.

I'm so scared, cut himself finger.
Now here is the blood dripping.
Somebody help me, and I'm afraid to die.
I, of course, a cool and cruel,
But the pain makes me cry.

Deadly lyrics
Disgusting words that sting and shred