DRILLER KILLER LYRICS

1. Gotta Get A God

You got fucked right from the start
Gotta get a god
Then you found faith n we won�t part
Gotta get a god

God - My god - God

You got your god, I got mine
In dust I trust, shopchop a line
Guidelines to live, memorized rules
Become a phanatic, 1 suckers tool

God - your god - some god
God - why gods? - no god
Gotta get a god...

All hate & war, now & before
Still your highscore...

2. Breaking Traditions

...I hope the day won�t come, the day I slave for you
Underpaid in the shade... I got better things to do..

3. Bds

Like many kids, I had my vision
What to become, my future occupation

Brazilian deathsquad - undercover
Brazilian deathsquad - run for cover
Nightshift, lights out... horror murder terror

A classified project, a never ending mission
A streetcleaner, high (high) ambitions

Brazilian deathsquad...

Firefighter, footballplayer
cocksucker or dragonslayer (no not me)
But to clean the streets from misery
Wipe out trash, I kill for the community

Brazilian deathsquad...
Shootshootshoot killkillkill diediedie

4. Incoming

You really brought this upon yourself
You knew it�d come to this
Once so alive, but now too dangerous to kiss
Too damaged and infected, face your/the world
Condition as suspected, decay�s the word

It�s getting hard to breathe, fried in the shade
The bottomless pit... coming your way

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, and no aid to give
But instincts force you to inhale, through tubes you live

No air to breathe, judgementday
The bottomless pit... coming your way

Who�s to blame? The human race, we�re guilty as charged
There goes your innocence, we�re all killers at large

It�s getting hard to breathe...

Wake up everybody, feel the pain - yeah you have arrived
Every second is a year of thirst for every life on earth denied
Eternal, wipe your crying face - it�s suffer time
Whip-slash, hammersmash attack, let the punishment fit the crime

5. As If (Donkey's On My Back)

I got a bunch of whitecoats on my tail
And with their "service", I can�t fail
Another bloodtest, another session
Still on the juice? How about aggression?

They want to make a man out of me
As if I owe a cent to this society
They are the reason for the so called anarchy

Shrinxntherapists are on my back
This hellhound stray is fucking hard to track
This bloody crap is not about to change
Why don�t you get it - Diagnose: deranged

6. Chemicaligula

I hear a jackpot coming in, top of the pops, easteuro voodoo
I see blackeyed action, nonstop kickin' through
You have to walk the walk n� talk the talk
Then words to them means words you understand, but can�t explain...

Another 1 buysthedust, loud mail lunacy

A nice advice: go brutalize the dustbin, if you think
What�s been said n done�s worth a re-run, fuel up, you�re linked

Another 1 buysthedust...

900 words in a breath, then repeated for years to come
So, tell me, what�s the sound this time around?
Loud mail coming in - Hi male coming up

7. (The Ugly Taste Of) Someones Tomorrow

I cut myself bloody, I drank myself sick
I smashed my place up, did I change anything?

The ugly taste of someones tomorrow
The ugly taste of the black bloody hell

I drove somebodies car and bought myself an axe
Hi on acid, speed n� alcohol - fucked to the max
Wacked a lot of brain, wasted a lot of time
Didn�t have a clue what was on my mind
...who the fuck reads signs?

The ugly taste of...

Got myself evicted, lost my drivers license
Spent a month in jail, it didn�t change a thing
Wacked a lot of brain, wasted a lot of time
Didn�t have a clue what was on my mind

My fucked up past is someones tomorrow
The ugly taste of...... Enjoy!

8. Playing With Fire (Joan Jett)

9. Day Of No Hope

How much more can you take
Of the hate they create as they lie to your face?
What the fuck can you do
To avoid getting screwed by their sick fascist rules?

More dollar signs
In their golden mines/minds

See the ego shine, greed makes you blind
...day of the rope... day of no hope...

10. ...andisconnecdead

Smoke gets to my head as my whites turn red
Fog, I�m not the only, timefucked and lonely

Thirst, no friend of mine, I�m E.T going wild
Mushed, my piece of mind�s nowhere to find
Slow, another show in the temple of thoughts
Sleep, not mine to keep but fuck knows I fought

Cool, creative and damn collected?
Cold... Cold, cheap and disconnected

From hashish to ashes... in dust we crust...
The return of the pleasant fog... I�m L.I.T.D

11. In The Name Of Namedropping

Lost Profits, P.O.D, Korn, some 41 Mushroomheads
A lullaby soundtrack for the ones born dead
Stinkinpork, cheezytown - stole the moffathanzon sound
Bushnicklbax, "hardrock" attack = n sinkin backseatboys on crack

Big biz� this punkrockthing, millionaires and safetypins
Look dumb, act weird, ripped shirt ohdear...
Thank "god" grunge�s dead, Kurtspentahead, paid the price
It took a shot, and what we got: Courtney "pound of pussy" love, nice

Who are these rebels, where do they come from? Cumposerscum
And gimme some, some of that pink tasty bubblegum, borefuckindumb
No hope, No future, No balls - that suits ya
There�s no hope for me, you see, I gotta be on the MTV

SugarRay, hip as gay, name a fucking song they play?
Jump on the spot, a new hotshot, seen it, heard the ugly lot
Moneymetal up thy ass, angry on command high - class
On MTV I rest my eyes, misery in disguise

Make-up, tune down, new wig?
N� bigbadboots to cover up a crapsound...







DRILLER KILLER LYRICS