Fang - Destory the handicapped

Tekst :

Don t like those wheelchairs
Wanna push em down the stairs
They get in my way
They make the goverment pay
They run into me
They drool all over me
They don t know how to pee
God help me
Blind people can t see they bump into me
Deaf people can t hear, they have defective ears
Line em up against the wall
Thow a grenade watch em fall
They are so fuckin lame
They re scared to run away

Inne utwory

  • Diary of a mad werrwoulf
  • I aanna be on tv
  • Everybody makes me barf
  • G.I. sex
  • Fun with acid
  • They sent me to hell C.O.D
  • Red threat
  • Suck and fuck
  • Drunk & crazy
  • Road kills
  • Landshark
  • Skinheads smoke dope
  • Law & order
  • An invitation
  • Losowe utwory

    One more addiction

    First the good news
    it s gonna feel very nice
    then the bad news
    you gotta pay a heavy price
    rip tide, we slide, we ride on a deep forbidden sea
    under we go - so slow
    and you re hanging on to me
    and I say

    CHORUS:
    Oh...

    Acid years

    While being down for all them acid years
    I m spoiled but unafflicted by TV
    I m gonna wait some more
    I m gonna wait some more

    I ll bring you down so unefficiently
    For who am I supposed to be
    In your...

    Troubled by the way we came together

    From hand to hand you bought and sold
    blood is the shield against the weather
    became a stone for fear of being melted
    trouble from the day we came together

    When you recover, from yesterdays low
    tue slave to traction of pleasure
    i collect the embers as i watch...

    Your latest trick

    All the late night bargains have been struck
    Between the satin beaus and their belles
    And prehistoric garbage trucks
    Have the city to themselves
    Echoes roars dinosaurs
    They re all doing the monster mash
    And most of the taxis and the whores
    Are only taking calls for cash

    I...

    The atrocity

    I don t wanna die
    don t expect me to die
    i ve got my enemies
    within my sight
    we re looking through a stained glass genocide

    I don t wanna die
    don t expect me to die
    what s joy without the tears
    filling our eyes?
    memories of a perfect time

    We dream of nothing
    or so we say
    we dream...