Tankard - B-Day lyrics
Tracks 01. Notorious Scum
02. Rectifier 03. Need Money For Beer 04. Ugly, Fat And Still Alive 05. Underground 06. Voodoo Box 07. Sunscars 08. Zero Dude 09. New Liver Please 10. Rundown Quarter 11. Alcoholic Nightmares 01. Notorious Scum Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Bulgaropulos/Geremia
Woke up this morning in a dirty room
All naked, pissed, in a pool of puke We did it again! On the road to the next location Going crazy on a tour de force A whiskey breakfast, loads of drugs There´s plenty of chicks! Getting stoned in a Blow Job´s heaven Just watch our show Hell on earth has come to town Ears deaf, you will know We turned your graveyard upside down Hey, dude, we are freaks for life We are notorious scum, scum we are! Fuck you! We´ll fuck your wife We are notorious scum, scum we are! Born in the gutter of our fucking town Dealin´ crack to survive the day We´re killers of man! Dominant, never showed some mercy Today we give a shit about our past Life is too short, so live it fast Get out of the way! Money rules, we are free of sin Just watch our show Hell on earth has come to town Ears deaf, you will know We turned your graveyard upside down Hey, dude, we are freaks for life We are notorious scum, scum we are! Fuck you! We´ll fuck your wife We are notorious scum, scum we are! Woke up this morning in a dirty room All naked, pissed, in a pool of puke We did it again! On the road to the next location Going crazy on a tour de force A whiskey breakfast, loads of drugs There´s plenty of chicks! Getting stoned in a Blow Job´s heaven Just watch our show Hell on earth has come to town Ears deaf, you will know We turned your graveyard upside down Hey, dude, we are freaks for life We are notorious scum, scum we are! Fuck you! We´ll fuck your wife We are notorious scum, scum we are! 02. Rectifier Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Kipness/Geremia
You´ve got a big mouth! Blessed with no brain!
You cannot keep up, it´s all in vain No use discussing ´cause intelligence you lack You can´t keep up, no hope, you stabbed me in the back All talk, no action! You bore me so! You´re full of bullshit-why don´t you go? You´ve stated reasons why your past is full of holes But you chose me, pathetic, what´s your fucking goal? Rectifier, Rectifier - I know your name, you no-good liar! Rectifier, Rectifier - I´ll chase your ass till you expire! Rectifier, Rectifier - My gun is loaded-time to fire! You´ve got a big mouth! Blessed with no brain! You cannot keep up, it´s all in vain No use discussing ´cause intelligence you lack You can´t keep up, no hope, you stabbed me in the back Rectifier, Rectifier - I know your name, you no-good liar! Rectifier, Rectifier - I´ll chase your ass till you expire! Rectifier, Rectifier - My gun is loaded-time to fire! All talk, no action! You bore me so! You´re full of bullshit-why don´t you go? You´ve stated reasons why your past is full of holes But you chose me, pathetic, what´s your fucking goal? Rectifier, Rectifier - I know your name, you no-good liar! Rectifier, Rectifier - I´ll chase your ass till you expire! Rectifier, Rectifier - My gun is loaded-time to fire! Rectifier, Rectifier - I know your name, you no-good liar! Rectifier, Rectifier - My gun is loaded-time to fire! 03. Need Money For Beer Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Kipness/Geremia
I was born in beer, my object of lust
But got no money, still drink I must I search my pockets, and what do I find useless cleenex to wipe my behind I need a Goddamn brew, that´s why I´ve come to you You bastard, I hate you I kill you, you can lick my butt So pious and gracious Intention isn´t very clear You bastard, still hate you Need money for a fucking beer You´ve got the cash, so give it to me Dig in your Wallet and set me free Expect no thanks, you can kiss my ass I´ll ball your girlfriend and cum with class I need a Goddamn brew, that´s why I´ve come to you You bastard, I hate you I kill you, you can lick my butt So pious and gracious Intention isn´t very clear You bastard, still hate you Need money for a fucking beer You bastard, I hate you I kill you, you can lick my butt You bastard, still hate you Need money for a fucking beer I was born in beer, my object of lust But got no money, still drink I must I search my pockets, and what do I find Useless cleenex to wipe my behind You bastard, I hate you I kill you, you can lick my butt So pious and gracious Intention isn´t very clear You bastard, still hate you Need money for a fucking beer 04. Ugly, Fat And Still Alive Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Bulgaropulos/Geremia
Early in the eighties
The breakdancers were strong But we destroyed their discos The day and all night long Our loudness was incredible Our metal alcoholical Zombies attacked us from behind But we survived the Berlin nights Ugly, fat and alive Twenty years of thrash ´til death Ugly, fat and alive Bangin´ ´til our final breath Ugly, fat and alive Always held the bottles high Ugly, fat and still alive And then we joined the beer-wars Invasion chemical We puked into the tour bus The morning after smell Our loudness was incredible Our metal alcoholical There knocked an alien at my door "Meaning of life?" It asked me for Ugly, fat and alive Twenty years of thrash ´til death Ugly, fat and alive Bangin´ ´til our final breath Ugly, fat and alive Always held the bottles high Ugly, fat and still alive We won´t be stone cold sober Like our two-faced manager We do the tankard club tour No groupies there at all Our loudness is incredible Our metal alcoholical We still destroy all discos The kings of beer are back, let´s go Ugly, fat and alive Twenty years of thrash ´til death Ugly, fat and alive Bangin´ ´til our final breath Ugly, fat and alive Always held the bottles high Ugly, fat and still alive Ugly, Ugly, Ugly, Ugly, fat and still alive 05. Underground Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Bulgaropulos/Geremia
Long time ago we found this place
Thousands of years we crossed the interstellar space World after world, sowing the seeds Another planet for a new genetic breed This atmosphere is hostile That´s why we have to meet Underground You´re like a death-bringing storm Come, see your ancestors Underground We gave them mind, taught our lore And then retired deep down to the planet´s core Over the time their cultures grew But they developed violence, and that was new This atmosphere is hostile That´s why we have to meet Underground You´re like a death-bringing storm Come, see your ancestors Underground Religion is the root of sin Killing the weak, they let the genocide begin They know no bounds, they learned to lie The human race has failed, and now they´re gonna die This atmosphere is hostile That´s why we have to meet Underground You´re like a death-bringing storm Come, see your ancestors Underground You had the earth for a while Destroyed it all, mile for mile And so you´re gonna die Our wrath will cover the sun Because we have to move on Your corpses will remain Underground 06. Voodoo Box Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Bulgaropulos/Geremia
I´m a low life, trash, riff-raff
Drinkin´ booze, pub-crawling man Psychotic on narcotics I need 10 bottles a day Lame and useless to the bone Broken dreams, leave me alone But the last day, back alley A loony guy gave me the creeps His hands and feet were crippled He said: "This is for you" Voodoo Box, black magic Mumbo-Jumbo, wishing well Voodoo Box, kingmaker Gift of gods, or sent from hell? Voodoo Box, black magic Mumbo-Jumbo, wishing well Voodoo Box, my master Gonna pay that bloody bill It´s so easy, fascinating How my wealth and power grow Addictive and destructive Champagne and fancy cars For every wish it lets me pay Sacrificed my ears today After years of self-mutilation Nearly nothing left of me I know, I must continue Think I´ll give my other eye Voodoo Box, black magic Mumbo-Jumbo, wishing well Voodoo Box, kingmaker Gift of gods, or sent from hell? Voodoo Box, black magic Mumbo-Jumbo, wishing well Voodoo Box, my master Gonna pay that bloody bill Voodoo Box, black magic Mumbo-Jumbo, wishing well Voodoo Box, kingmaker Gift of gods, or sent from hell? I´m a low life, trash, riff-raff Drinkin´ booze, pub-crawling man Psychotic on narcotics I need 10 bottles a day Lame and useless to the bone Broken dreams, leave me alone Voodoo Box, black magic Mumbo-Jumbo, wishing well Voodoo Box, kingmaker Gift of gods, or sent from hell? Voodoo Box, black magic Mumbo-Jumbo, wishing well Voodoo Box, my master Gonna pay that bloody bill 07. Sunscars Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Bulgaropulos/Geremia
Darkness, I feel the hunger
In a world of the silver moonlight Living beyond the grave From the cold of the earth I will rise Unseen, and cloaked in shadows When I crawl over cryptic ceilings Modern to gothic times Eating souls of the mortal beings Sunscars all over my body On my pale skin marks of light Filthy fingernails, encrusted Sunscars - back to the night Sunscars all over my body On my pale skin marks of death Bloodbath on the edge of sunrise Sunscars - I have to rest Virgins, I love to kill them I despise religeous vermin I'm not the will of God Centuries on my blackened teeth grin Black clouds, the nightwind's howling As your body collapses lifeless Ripped out the heart and throat Frosty day, far away, I'm ageless Sunscars all over my body On my pale skin marks of light Filthy fingernails, encrusted Sunscars - back to the night Sunscars all over my body On my pale skin marks of death Bloodbath on the edge of sunrise Sunscars - I have to rest Darkness, I feel the hunger In a world of the silver moonlight Living beyond the grave From the cold of the earth I will rise Unseen, and cloaked in shadows When I crawl over cryptic ceilings Modern to gothic times Eating souls of the mortal beings Sunscars all over my body On my pale skin marks of light Filthy fingernails, encrusted Sunscars - back to the night Sunscars all over my body On my pale skin marks of death Bloodbath on the edge of sunrise Sunscars - I have to rest 08. Zero Dude Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Bulgaropulos/Geremia
Sticky hands, smelly feet
Badly breath, fart of death Please don´t mind my running nose I´ve got everything you need I gotta good feel, this is a good deal Gimme your Dollars, make it real Tomorrow´s too late, for every good trade Don´t think about it, don´t hesitate Come on in, look around Please beware, rancid air I sell guns and animals See my sex-toys? Best in town! A piece of cake, a piece of cake Can get ya porn-shit, or pink shampoo I have the coolest and lowest prices The people call me "Zero Dude" My hair is fake, my hair is fake No problem, man, I´ve got attidude I am the man with the million lighters The people call me "Zero Dude" Russian furs, french perfume Irish stew, british glue I sell safes and satellites Michael Jackson´s silicon I gotta good feel, this is a good deal Gimme your Dollars, make it real Tomorrow´s too late, for every good trade Don´t think about it, don´t hesitate Tell your friends ´bout my shop Come again, buy a lot Doesn´t matter, if you´re broke I take your wife, if she is hot A piece of cake, a piece of cake Can get ya porn-shit, or pink shampoo I have the coolest and lowest prices The people call me "Zero Dude" My hair is fake, my hair is fake No problem, man, I´ve got attidude I am the man with the million lighters The people call me "Zero Dude" Sticky hands, smelly feet Badly breath, fart of death Please don´t mind my running nose I´ve got everything you need I gotta good feel, this is a good deal Gimme your Dollars, make it real Tomorrow´s too late, for every good trade Don´t think about it, don´t hesitate Come on in, look around Please beware, rancid air I sell guns and animals See my sex-toys? Best in town! A piece of cake, a piece of cake Can get ya porn-shit, or pink shampoo I have the coolest and lowest prices The people call me "Zero Dude" My hair is fake, my hair is fake No problem, man, I´ve got attidude I am the man with the million lighters The people call me "Zero Dude" 09. New Liver Please Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Kipness/Geremia
Bier durst! now it´s time to drink
I´m in the mood, so keep on buyin Rye, fuckin´ rye Really dig the braincell fryin Red wine! I want all the booze The grapes of wrath keep me flyin´higher Just one more glass Now I'm really fucking wired I´ve lost it! No reason! I´m plagued with a disease My burden! So help me! Real quick, new liver please! I´ve lost it! No reason I´m plagued with a disease My burden! So help me! Real quick, new liver please!! Whiskey! Need a double-shot Gimme a dose of the Holy Liquor More - I need more Hurry, the effect is quicker Oh God! What is wrong with me? I got the shivers but not two livers My choice was booze No wonder that I´m slowly dying I´ve lost it! No reason! I´m plagued with a disease My burden! So help me! Real quick, new liver please! I´ve lost it! No reason! I´m plagued with a disease My burden! So help me! Real quick, new liver please! Bier durst! now it´s time to drink I´m in the mood, so keep on buyin Rye, fuckin´ rye Really dig the braincell fryin I´ve lost it! No reason! I´m plagued with a disease My burden! So help me! Real quick, new liver please! I´ve lost it! No reason! I´m plagued with a disease My burden! So help me! Real quick, new liver please! I´ve lost it! No reason! I´m plagued with a disease My burden! So help me! Real quick, new liver please! I´ve lost it! No reason! I´m plagued with a disease My burden! So help me! Real quick, new liver please! 10. Rundown Quarter Music by Katzmann Lyrics by Geremia
There are thugs and murders here
They want kill and raping you Houses are not very good Only badly ruins Badly houses! Destroyed houses! Cruely gangs! Brutal people! Rundown quarter! Rundown district! Rundown quarter! Rundown district! Corpses lying dead in streets People stumble over them Suicides are every day They are burning up themselves Badly houses! Destroyed houses! Cruely gangs! Brutal people! Rundown quarter! Rundown district! Rundown quarter! Rundown district! Police couldn´t help the people Murderers are so very happy Don´t go in the rundown section Ooh it´s so dangerous Badly houses! Destroyed houses! Cruely gangs! Brutal people! Rundown quarter! Rundown district! Rundown quarter! Rundown district! 11. Alcoholic Nightmares Music by Gutjahr/Thorwarth/Zissel Lyrics by Kipness/Geremia
I´ll crash your fucking party
And I don´t know for what I ate your awesome chili Now you deal with my smelly butt We´ll spend the whole night talking Dictate what you will hear But then I start to quiver In the name of a fucking beer Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Consciousness dying Unrelentless turbo rage Refrain: This is your nightmare And I´ll do my best This is your nightmare I´m a fucking pest This is your nightmare Unexpected Guest I am your nightmare Am your nightmare, am your nightmare You thought you all would have fun But then I came along You thought I was your buddy Now I´ve proved everybody wrong Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Your house is rubble And your girlfriend felt my lust Refrain: This is your nightmare And I´ll do my best This is your nightmare I´m a fucking pest This is your nightmare Unexpected Guest I am your nightmare Am your nightmare, am your nightmare I´ll crash your fucking party And I don´t know for what I ate your awesome chili Now you deal with my smelly butt Ashes to ashes Dust to dust Your house is rubble And your girlfriend felt my lust Refrain: This is your nightmare And I´ll do my best This is your nightmare I´m a fucking pest This is your nightmare Unexpected Guest I am your nightmare Am your nightmare, am your nightmare This is your nightmare And I´ll do my best This is your nightmare I´m a fucking pest This is your nightmare Unexpected Guest I am your nightmare Am your nightmare, am your nightmare |