Song | Thrashdance |
Artist | Razor |
Album | Evil Invaders |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carlo, McLaren | |
At the gate the thrashers wait, with flesh of hardened steel | |
At the show the bitches go to such their nasty meal | |
Pounding meat, scorching heat, lick the dragon's bite | |
Eat your tail, with tooth and nail, their juices flowing right | |
Nocturnal curves, seduce and serve, spread the grease and feast | |
We thrust in time, a filthy crime for craving lucid beasts | |
Innocence has disappeared, the judgement: bad is bad | |
We're all damn good criminals from the good times that we've had | |
Masters of the armory, the attitude will show | |
Long live the underground, your last chance: here it goes | |
Trashdance (Into her pants) | |
From dawn's light, making spite, for thrills 'til early hours | |
Turn 'em back, infected crack, their skin is caught and sour | |
Trashdance into her pants, her oyster stings you all | |
All aroused her stench is doused, she's up against the wall | |
Pain and pealed with staining steel, take it, feel it grind | |
Piercing hearse, sends the curse, the trashing metal way | |
We spit on those who choose to pose, we trash with all the rest | |
Busting heads, ignoring feds, we know this crowd's the best! |
zuo qu : Carlo, McLaren | |
At the gate the thrashers wait, with flesh of hardened steel | |
At the show the bitches go to such their nasty meal | |
Pounding meat, scorching heat, lick the dragon' s bite | |
Eat your tail, with tooth and nail, their juices flowing right | |
Nocturnal curves, seduce and serve, spread the grease and feast | |
We thrust in time, a filthy crime for craving lucid beasts | |
Innocence has disappeared, the judgement: bad is bad | |
We' re all damn good criminals from the good times that we' ve had | |
Masters of the armory, the attitude will show | |
Long live the underground, your last chance: here it goes | |
Trashdance Into her pants | |
From dawn' s light, making spite, for thrills ' til early hours | |
Turn ' em back, infected crack, their skin is caught and sour | |
Trashdance into her pants, her oyster stings you all | |
All aroused her stench is doused, she' s up against the wall | |
Pain and pealed with staining steel, take it, feel it grind | |
Piercing hearse, sends the curse, the trashing metal way | |
We spit on those who choose to pose, we trash with all the rest | |
Busting heads, ignoring feds, we know this crowd' s the best! |
zuò qǔ : Carlo, McLaren | |
At the gate the thrashers wait, with flesh of hardened steel | |
At the show the bitches go to such their nasty meal | |
Pounding meat, scorching heat, lick the dragon' s bite | |
Eat your tail, with tooth and nail, their juices flowing right | |
Nocturnal curves, seduce and serve, spread the grease and feast | |
We thrust in time, a filthy crime for craving lucid beasts | |
Innocence has disappeared, the judgement: bad is bad | |
We' re all damn good criminals from the good times that we' ve had | |
Masters of the armory, the attitude will show | |
Long live the underground, your last chance: here it goes | |
Trashdance Into her pants | |
From dawn' s light, making spite, for thrills ' til early hours | |
Turn ' em back, infected crack, their skin is caught and sour | |
Trashdance into her pants, her oyster stings you all | |
All aroused her stench is doused, she' s up against the wall | |
Pain and pealed with staining steel, take it, feel it grind | |
Piercing hearse, sends the curse, the trashing metal way | |
We spit on those who choose to pose, we trash with all the rest | |
Busting heads, ignoring feds, we know this crowd' s the best! |