Song | Out Comes The Batz |
Artist | Nekromantix |
Album | Life Is A Grave & I Dig It |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Gaarde, Martinez, Russel | |
The nauseating smell of waste | |
Contaminated by the blood | |
Dripping for the knife | |
Of a hatchet man | |
A self-destructive (cruel) act | |
In the name of a god | |
That is used to justify a | |
Holy battle plan | |
It's going down now | |
No hope for pow wow | |
You can't expel the devil from his dwell | |
There ain't no sanctuary safe enough | |
No shelter built strong and tough | |
To protect against this earthly hell | |
Out comes the batz | |
They're leaving their cave | |
Soon they'll be outta sight | |
Out comes the ratz | |
They are leaving the ship | |
Swimming off into the night | |
Out comes the vultures | |
Fleeing human discommend | |
In this mayhem of dismay | |
There'll be no tomorrow | |
This is the end | |
And tomorrow, no today | |
A game of sick monopoly | |
Polluted by the appetite | |
For cash and to control | |
A flock of sheep | |
An atrocious quest for peace | |
A certain route to genesis | |
It's hard to comprehend | |
The power of such a creep | |
So it went with a blast | |
No future no more past |
zuo qu : Gaarde, Martinez, Russel | |
The nauseating smell of waste | |
Contaminated by the blood | |
Dripping for the knife | |
Of a hatchet man | |
A selfdestructive cruel act | |
In the name of a god | |
That is used to justify a | |
Holy battle plan | |
It' s going down now | |
No hope for pow wow | |
You can' t expel the devil from his dwell | |
There ain' t no sanctuary safe enough | |
No shelter built strong and tough | |
To protect against this earthly hell | |
Out comes the batz | |
They' re leaving their cave | |
Soon they' ll be outta sight | |
Out comes the ratz | |
They are leaving the ship | |
Swimming off into the night | |
Out comes the vultures | |
Fleeing human discommend | |
In this mayhem of dismay | |
There' ll be no tomorrow | |
This is the end | |
And tomorrow, no today | |
A game of sick monopoly | |
Polluted by the appetite | |
For cash and to control | |
A flock of sheep | |
An atrocious quest for peace | |
A certain route to genesis | |
It' s hard to comprehend | |
The power of such a creep | |
So it went with a blast | |
No future no more past |
zuò qǔ : Gaarde, Martinez, Russel | |
The nauseating smell of waste | |
Contaminated by the blood | |
Dripping for the knife | |
Of a hatchet man | |
A selfdestructive cruel act | |
In the name of a god | |
That is used to justify a | |
Holy battle plan | |
It' s going down now | |
No hope for pow wow | |
You can' t expel the devil from his dwell | |
There ain' t no sanctuary safe enough | |
No shelter built strong and tough | |
To protect against this earthly hell | |
Out comes the batz | |
They' re leaving their cave | |
Soon they' ll be outta sight | |
Out comes the ratz | |
They are leaving the ship | |
Swimming off into the night | |
Out comes the vultures | |
Fleeing human discommend | |
In this mayhem of dismay | |
There' ll be no tomorrow | |
This is the end | |
And tomorrow, no today | |
A game of sick monopoly | |
Polluted by the appetite | |
For cash and to control | |
A flock of sheep | |
An atrocious quest for peace | |
A certain route to genesis | |
It' s hard to comprehend | |
The power of such a creep | |
So it went with a blast | |
No future no more past |