BARCODE LYRICS

1. Shots Out

What up – we’re back motherfuckers
New turf – same old school Hardcore
Fest in Satan’s nest
Shot out to everyone participating in the life and times of the Barcode family
No one Mentioned – no one forgotten
You know who you are – And so do we
And the rest: fuck you too!

2. Rise To Dignity

Talking shit behind my back
Accusation – coward attack
Cheating liar – cheep complaints
Barking mad dog out to restrain
Speak up – speak out loud
Spit it out – Right here – Right now
Grab this opportunity to
Take back what you know is untrue

Guilty conscience

Never found a place in the herd
Sweet talk turned to bitter words
Speak up – Admit or die
Poor stray dog bark too late
Time’s right – to put up a fight
One of us is going down tonight

Accusation

Guilty, conscience rise to dignity
What’s it gonna be
you fuckin’ stare back – sending those innocent eyes
Cheating cold glance – total denial on time
Too wrapped – too strapped – in your pack of lies
Can’t swallow your pride

Change routine
Return to crime scene
This time reversing the deal

3. Showdown

You say you live for a united scene
You say your ways are oh so fair and clean
You claim your right to rule the HC grounds
Fuck your mobster ways
You’re going down

The code’s back – who’ll be the first to drop
Self righteous bitches and likewise
Pop pop pop
Double A won’t bow to no scene police
Face the 8K bitch and then fuck off please

The code’s back – who’ll be the first to drop
Self righteous bitches and likewise
Pop pop pop
Double A won’t bow to no scene police
Face the 8K bitch and then fuck off please

Don’t wanna be part of your game
Kissing ass for fortune and fame
Don’t wanna play by your self-proclaimed rules
Backing up for a motherfucking tool
You’re an insult to the double A crew
There are limits to what pimp manners can do
This crew will never swallow any of your crap
Fuck the 8 K bitch and you’re gonna get fucked back

The code’s back – who’ll be the first to drop
Self righteous bitches and likewise
Pop pop pop
Double A won’t bow to no scene police
Face the 8K bitch and then fuck off please

The code’s back – who’ll be the first to drop
Self righteous bitches and likewise
Pop pop pop
Double A won’t bow to no scene police
Face the 8K bitch and then fuck off please

The code is back and there ain’t no stop
Right here
Step up – show what you got
Right now
Nice moves – but how about guts
Stand straight
Show your face – show your disgrace
On stage
Enter showdown – this is the perfect place

4. For What It’s Worth

Don’t want your interest
Don’t need your worries, too
For what it’s worth – no less
Giving up on everything
I’m leaving it all behind
The crucial sacrifice

Bypass
Recast
Go kiss my fucking ass
Last rites – the final blast

Unstable hallowed the restless for evermore
Withdrawn immunity
These unreliable bonds
This lust for lowest low
This need for no response
Let it go

Back off – my life – my show
Out of sight – out of mind – let go

Bypass
Recast
Go kiss my fucking Ass
Witness the final blast

5. Fanatics

I pledge obedience for the Brag of the United States of Amoebica and to the Repugnance for which it stands one nation under Goth, in denial with obesity and prejudice for all

Timids fucks gone way off the edge
Anachronistics – thin end of the wedge
Flashing values out of keep with today
Dangerous fanatics hunting enemies to slay
Hypocrites far beyond consistence
Take it from someone observing at a safe distance
Faranchise Burka King to al-Queda for profit
Still, you’re offended by a prime time black tit

You’re with us or against us
Tell you what, Mr. Wuss
And make no mistake about my shit
I won’t be part of your game

One nation under God
One nation overboard

Christian Coalition – obedience NRA – ignorance PMRC – now censor this
You phobic puritans – all shit to me

6. End The War (With Laurits Medom From As We Fight)

Keeping it clean is life to me
Independence’s what I plead
Abstention’s my philosophy
Straight edge is my destiny

Cherish lifetime insanity
Lose control and let it be
Bad habits set me free
Fucked for real feels good to me

No meat, no drugs, no alcohol
Want it all and I want more
No screwing around for affection
Plain pollution to the core
It’s my life and I’m the boss
Life is hard and then you die
‘tag my hands with a big black cross
Risking it all is worth the try

Let’s go

Two of a kind – for the love of the scene
Won’t blame you if you won’t blame me
It’s our lives – we can do what we want
United and strong – one hardcore front

One for all same brawl
End the war for hardcore

7. No Lust For Life

Guys without crew
Guys without a clue
Dropped the parades for a life in the shades
Got no goal
Got no grip
Drifting around like abandoned ships

They ain’t got no lust for life
They wanna be left alone
People like you
People like me
They cannot cope
They ain’t got no lust for life
They wanna be left alone
People like you
People like me

On their own

Diffuse – Won’t move
Choose to lose

They ain’t got no lust for life
They wanna be left alone
People like you
People like me
They cannot cope
They ain’t got no lust for life
They wanna be left alone
People like you
People like me

Guys without hope
Guys with no scope
Saved by the belt – they experience hell
Grasp nothing more
Cold to the core
Feel no joy and they ain’t got no choice

8. Bad Standing

Enroll the superior hype
Submit to the tribe
Herd mentality style
Brothers unite
Support the outlaw war
Cannon fodder – settle the score
Humiliation to the core

One for all
To me you’re all in bad standing
One for all
To me you’re all in bad standing

Limitless – down by law
Sacrifice – down by law
Do or die – down by law
Monkey say – down by law
Monkey do – down by law
Fucking fool – down by law

Paradise imitative life
Nothing mentioned - nothing denied
Nonentities driven by fright
Brothers with pride
Far out still standing tall
Real rebels – unreal cause
Call it honour – call it hardball
The insignia call

To me you’re all in bad standing
Bow down sanity
Bow down humanity
There’s no way back

Limitless – down by law
Sacrifice – down by law
Do or die – down by law
Monkey say – down by law
Monkey do – down by law
Fucking fool – down by law

9. Drinkslinger

Alright Y’all
Long time no see – good to be back
Host of the finest – my friend you’re the best
This town, this bar, lord of my dreams
Start the merry-go-round – fill me up – knock me down
Pouring wine – serving draught with style
Getting laid by your booze feels great
Master, ruler, drinkslinger, god
Tender you got me by the balls

Can’ get enough
Wanna get loaded and fucked
Boozt me – blast me – fill me up
Smash my pitiful body with – best you’ve got
As long as you are able to load me – I’ll be your slut

Hey hey hey

Set for sin and I’m playing to win
Hooked at the bar – I’m a rock ‘n’ roll star
Tender bring them drinks on parade
Ladies help yourselves – or let me
Let the ritual dance begin
First we get drunk and then we get ill
You can cover all of my needs
Tender you feed my dirtiest deeds

Can’ get enough
Wanna get loaded and fucked
Boozt me – blast me – fill me up
Smash my pitiful body with – best you’ve got
As long as you are able to load me – I’ll be your slut

10. In The Pit

There’s gonna be a riot tonight
Lose your head – dive into the fight
Sense and sanity – leave it behind
Set it off – go way outta line
Reach the limit and set far beyond
True insanity will loosen the tight bonds
Scum fucks, trash, slobs, mentally stunned ones
Release – explode – we’re a megaton bomb

Full scale pure mosh – adrenaline rush
United – flat lined – dead dumb blind
No quit – full tilt – love it and lose it
Nothing beats another round in the pit

This night will be the end of this place
Rest assured – there’ll be nothing left – it won’t stand
The blast will be a full scale discharge
We’ll be back – next pit – next show – we’ll never quit because

There’s gonna be a riot tonight
Lose your head – dive into the fight
Sense and sanity – leave it behind
Set it off – go way outta line
Reach the limit and set far beyond
True insanity will loosen the tight bonds
Scum fucks, trash, slobs, mentally stunned ones
Release – explode – we’re a megaton bomb

Full scale pure mosh – adrenaline rush
United – flat lined – dead dumb blind
No quit – full tilt – love it and lose it
Nothing beats another round in the pit

11. Make My Day

Michael Stipe – sissy whining tart
Fucking Phil Collins – the pent-up fart
Stevie Wonder seems way too glad
Gary Moore is not bluesy but sad
Armstrong, Leblanc and the doped detour
Sorry Stephen King – there ain’t no cure
Michael Jackson’s too kind to the kids
DJ Ötzi fucking swindler bitch

No excuse is the game tonight
No fucking reasons – just annoy and ignite
Delivering a genuine reason to cry
Make my day – go ahead and die

Britney’s Beers – show us your clit
Claudia Schiffer – because you’re not worth it
Ewan McGregor don’t deserve the force
Céline Dion’s got the face of a horse
No more surgery for little Richard
Osama – where’ve you Bin? – you fucking coward
Dieter Bolen is a popstar fool
Bill Gates needs a new hairdo

No excuse is the game tonight
No fucking reasons – just annoy and ignite
Delivering a genuine reason to cry
Make my day – go ahead and die

Bob Geldorf – self-righteous Santa
Axle Rose and his ugly bandanna
Germany’s national football team
Play like shit – but they always win
Hairball Nickelback – epic cry-baby
Steve Martin – where’s the fun gone lately
Jimmy Page could have been eternally all right
If not for Puff Daddy – the fucking parasite

No excuse is the game tonight
No fucking reasons – just annoy and ignite
Delivering a genuine reason to cry
Make my day – go ahead and die

12. Padre Siffredi

Size does matter – the bigger the badder
Some like it nasty and some like it hot
Young or mature – dirty or pure
Padre Siffredi will deliver the cure

Ebonys, redheads, blondes and brunettes
Count your blessings – spread you legs – salvation’s ahead
Some want to suck – others to fuck
Rocco tenders every need as long as he may enter your butt

Rocco did Paris – Rocco did Prague
Rocco did Europe for a night on the town
Jenna, Silvia, Chasey, Celeste
Rocco prefers the backdoors of the best

Size does matter – the bigger the badder
Some like it nasty and some like it hot
Rocco is rough – Rocco is mean
Rocco’s a legend and he is alive and for real

Rocco did Paris – Rocco did Prague
Rocco did Europe for a night on the town
Jenna, Silvia, Chasey, Celeste
Rocco prefers the backdoors of the best

Size does matter – the bigger the badder
Some like it nasty and some like it hot
Rocco is rough – Rocco is mean
Rocco’s a legend and he is alive and for real

13. Game Of The Lame

This one goes out to all reality starfuckers and wannabes
The sick and twisted twenty four seven three hundred and sixty five worldwide exhibitionists
The pathetic need to confess guys they rebuild my ugly body girls
The way too mentally deranged to find a partner by myself morons

Motherfucking blastaways

I’m sick of it – take me away
Don’t give a shit about what I gotta do – as long I’m paid
Rule me, fool me, use me, abuse me
Push me way too far
Wanna see my face all over the place
I wanna be a star

Game for fame
Game of lame
Real time destiny

Riding high
Riding prime time
Keep the tape rolling – pass me the mike
Give it a try
Expose every weakness – confession unveiled
Turn my inside out
A ridiculed fool who’ll claim to be cool
And I’ll be acting proud

Say goodbye to dignity
Lose it all in the game for fame
Farewell to integrity
All it takes is the mind of the lame
Reality game
Game of the lame
Insane

14. Stressed

Hammering pulse – bloodshed eyes
Restless thoughts – sleepless nights
Out of reach – out of mind
Restoration, medication time

This is the confession of a man who admits
I can’t complete this
This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it
I’m way beyond your reach
This comes from a mon who is about to pass out
I cannot hear you shout
This soul’s lost and it will never once again be found
‘Cause there are no rebounds in the final round

Push push push push push it
Stretch it a little more
Faster than before
Gotta reach the call
Gotta climb the wall
Last man to fall
Still missed it all

This is the confession of a man who admits
I can’t complete this
This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it
I’m way beyond your reach
This comes from a mon who is about to pass out
I cannot hear you shout
This soul’s lost and it will never once again be found

All these creepy smiles
Glancing down the aisle
all god’s graciousness deprived

15. Aggressive Grim Filthy

Same old scene – strapped up for show
Yet another match – let the good times roll
Ain’t no baller in this world compares
We are the champs – start saying your prayers
AGF crew double A, eight K
Aggressive Grim Filthy
Humiliation striking with a mortal attack
Dissin’ days are over – it’s time for payback

Sing with one voice – make some noise
Aggressive Grim Filthy

This is our home ground – be our guest
Fuck you all – we’re on top of the best
Safe players, sissy asses, over and through
Enjoy your short stay – it’s soon over for you
Same old scene – strapped up for show
Yet another match – let the good times roll
Ain’t no baller in this world compares
We are the champs – start saying your prayers

Sing with one voice – make some noise
Aggressive Grim Filthy







BARCODE LYRICS