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Bombs Are falling to the ground
Ash is filling up the Sky
The sun is dead the ground is cold.
But There's always a bright side
So go grab your hazard suit and sled
And let’s go play out in the snow
It’s my favourite time of year
It’s A nuclear waste land
Barren icy cold and bleak
But all year long we can go and
Ski Down the icy slopes
It’s so hard to make snowmen
When you're wearing lead lined gloves
It’s my favourite time of year
The nuclear winter is here
The world is my ski resort
In a winter wonderland
Ice skating rinks in every port
In a winter wonderland
It’s an icy paradise
In a winter wonderland
A nuclear winter wonderland
Snow angels might be fun
But they just don’t look right
When you’re in a hazard suit
And I Just don’t really know
If writing your name in the snow
Is worth the risk that you’ll get radiation sickness
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Spacesaver
00:39
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Get the fuck out the pit
I fucking hate that ninja shit
Take your ballet some where else
You can all go fuck yourselves
Pile on in, it’s more fun
When there’s room for everyone
There’s no need to move on back
We’re gonna bring the mosh attack
I'm a spacesaver
I’m drunk as fuck, it fucking rules
I don’t care about your moves
Cause I am unco as fuck
But at least I’m not a cunt
You might want room to dance
But you won’t get a chance
Cause ill get right in your face
I just want to save some space
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Cat Attack
01:36
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Unholy army of the night
Crouching in the darkness
Waiting for the time to strike
All attack at my call
Leaping forth from place unseen
Flying fur and slashing claws
A multitude of furry fiends
Carrying out my evil deeds
Striking fear in every man
As they follow my command
Committing on my enemies
Felonious atrocities
CAT ATTACK
A thousand eyes are fixed on you
Ignorant, oblivious
Completely without a clue
Until the moment I decide
To call my minions forth
Cause it is your time to die
Scratch out your eyes
Rip out your guts
Tear off your face
And spill your blood
No one is spared
From my wrath
As I unleash
The cat attack!
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4. |
Weekend Rockstar
02:20
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You told some broads you were in a band
But still you wound up with your hand
And you're in same position today
Took a great name and made it shit
Fuck all of you cunts that were in on it
All you cunts are really fucking gay
Idea formed in the brains of hippies
So you know its gonna be shitty
And you never proved me fucking wrong
All you cunts are fucking screwed
Preest fucking suck thats the truth
Cause you couldnt even write one fucking song
PREEST SUCK
Why dont you write some fucking songs
FUCK PREEST
The jokes gone on way too long
PREEST SUCK, FUCK PREEST
You said youd play the shortlived show
But the truth is we all know
that preest 'ill never amount to anything
A shit attempt at scoring pussy
From a fucking shitty posse
and you've got the calouses to prove it
What the fuck were you thinking?
How much were you fucking drinking
When you came up with your stupid plan?
Obvious you were doomed to fail
No birds gonna believe your tale
And now the only jokes on you HA!
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We're getting drunk as fuck tonight. Gonna lose control.
And where the fuck we'll end up, I just don’t know,
But what I do know is that someone wont be coming home with their boxers on
So...You better watch what you say
You better watch what you do
Cause any time, day or night they could be coming for you
It’s a nightmare
A fucking nightmare
It’s a nightmare on Helms Street tonight
You can see the look in their eyes and you know you're fucked
Cause the dies been rolled and your numbers up
Before you even realise they’ve descended like moths to the flame
So...You better watch what you say
You better watch what you do
Cause any time, day or night they could be coming for you
It’s a nightmare
A fucking nightmare
It’s a nightmare
Your fucking nightmare
It’s a nightmare
My fucking nightmare
It’s a nightmare on Helms Street tonight
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Accidents Happen
01:18
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Shot right in the fucking head with brains coating the wall
Hacked at with a chainsaw and blood splattering us all
Jumping from a moving car or falling in a vat of acid
You’ll be gone before too long from a fucking deadly hazard
Death – it’s gonna come one day
Aint it better to burn out than just fucking fade away
So you know just what to do
Don’t you want your grave to say here lies a kick ass dude?
You won’t make the front page
No fucking way!
If you die of old age
That’s fucking gay!
In the end you’ll still be fucking dead so you might as well go down in flames instead
Falling twenty stories into the street below
Where you collide with tarseal and turn into jello
Climing into a bear enclosure and getting torn to shreds
Or bitten clean in two while swimming by a great white shark instead!
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Mutant Gangbang
00:34
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Two headed whore
One deep throating dicks
The other moaning while tentacles are feeling up her tits
And her six arms are all busy giving handjobs
Two the six cocked freak who’s about to fucking pop
She’s a huge hairy bitch
But the freaks keep coming back for more
And she can take 'em all
Two in her ass and three in each cunt
Pulling out for the toxic green money shot
MUTANT GANGBANG
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Hatewank
00:52
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Everything you say makes me fucking sick
But I cant help reaching for my fucking dick
HATEWANK I fucking hate you
HATEWANK I hate myself
I want to take a knife and make you bleed
But instead I’m left holding the bottle of hand cream
Maybe if I beat you to death id be free
But the only person I end up beating is me
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Slash and Thrash
01:26
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I can feel the building insanity
Ready to explode…inside of me
And you might...all be my friends
But this might be where the friendship ends
I can't help but feel this is the last time
I will see any of you alive
The cold steel is calling to me
and I can't let it be
Take the blade and run you through
My mass murder debut
I can’t contain this murderous rage
Fueling my bloody rampage
It's a stabbing frenzy
Bloody entrails scatter the halls
But my lust for death it cant be quenched
My eyes light up at the sight of fresh meat
Oh what a fucking treat
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10. |
Ben McNulty Cries A Lot
02:01
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You girlfriend went and had a cigarette
And so fucking you fucking cried
Then she dumped your ass and made out with my friend
And it happened again
Ben McNulty cries a lot!
When I first laid eyes on you I knew you were a cunt
But you talk a lot of shit for a fucking little runt
Villages could shelter underneath your fucking nose
And your hair is fucking gay
Silky and conditioned form all the tears
You had to wipe away
Ben McNulty cries a lot!
I said I’d beat you up if you talked your shit
And so you fucking cracked like a pussy piece of shit
If I ever catch you doing it again
I’ll be leaving you with a blood stained cardigan
I'm a cardigan slayer
You're a cunt betrayer
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Hatewanx Christchurch, New Zealand
Born out of a boozy night where Shane (guitar) and Aidan (vocals) sat talking about how they should start a fucking mean crossover band, the two quickly recruited Ben on bass and Timoney on drums to start thrashing out the songs that would eventually become the Yeti Smasher split tape. Two years later they ended, leaving nothing behind but an album and a handful of chorus fuelled boozy memories. ... more
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