1. |
Intro
01:46
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2. |
Shadows of Hiroshima
03:22
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Shadows of hiroshima
Enola Gay was flying over me
The death was flying over my head
I knew the war was coming
But I wasn't ready to embrace the end
I took over the controls
The controls of Enola Gay
Great Artist, Necessary Evil
We were ready for the doomsday
I never wanted this war
But it was too late when I heard this alarm
This nuclear nightmare
Created shadows of Hiroshima
This last flight was supposed to end this conflict
I was so proud to drop the peace
it costs only eighty thousand innocents
I would now a heroe in the US
Shadows Of Hiroshima (x2)
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3. |
Last night
02:13
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Last Night
I couldn't sleep last night
There was a monster under my bed
(x2) I couldn't sleep last night
There was a girl in my bed
(x2) I couldn't sleep last night
I puked up in my bed
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4. |
My love my dick
02:13
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My Love my Dick
She's long
She's hard
She's hairy and cries
She loves black holes
Wet holes
Glory holes
When she feels alone
I take care of her
And then she grows
And cries back
She's long
She's hard
She's hairy and cries
She loves when it's tight
It remember my hand
(break)
My love ! My dick!
My love ! My dick !
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5. |
Cannibal
02:14
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Cannibal
You're like a ghost
Walking down the street
Through the night
Searching for fresh meat
You're like a hunter
Looking for an animal
But you are...
You are a canibal
And you kill
For your meal
You are obsessed
You only want your postman
Especially his head
Into your plate
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6. |
Night of the living dead
02:37
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Night of the Living Dead
Nuclear war, acid rain and fallout
The deads are back for their last diner
In their old cemetery, they leave their graves
They're looking for fresh brains
Night of the living dead (x2)
They eat your flesh
They eat everything up on their way
Passers by, grannies and pigs
Radio call in a car
They order more fresh meat
The end is near, everything is lost
There won't be human anymore
Run !!! Run !!!
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7. |
Room 12
03:51
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Room 12
This rooom is, covered with
Fresh blood, not my blood
I can't remember, what I've done
I just remember, of a blade in my hand
My memories are back, I was in this pub
With a glass of Jack, before to go to the club
You were here, with your big mouth
« I did everething... », fucking youth !
I waited for, you to get drunk
To knock you out, to throw you into my trunk
I drove away from this place
To rent a shabby hotel room
I tied you up on a chair and...
Started to kick you on your face
And now, this room is
covered with
fresh blood
not my fucking blood !
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8. |
I don't care
02:33
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I don't Care
I don't care about you
I don't need your politic
Piss off with your heroes
You're just a fucking fanatic
I don't need another hobby
Fuck you with your bullshits
I don't care about you
I don't need your god
Piss off with your idols
Whose just ruins the world
I don't need anther hobby
Fuck you with your bullshits
I don't care about you
I don't need your war
piss off with your brainwash
Who do you think you are
I don't need another hobby
Fuck you with your bullshits
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9. |
Nightmare
02:19
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Nightmare
If I had a shotgun
I would kill your children
Undercover the sun
They couldn't run
If I had a knife
I could stab your wife
Like a voodoo doll
Showered with her blood
(break)
I'm going crazy
I wanna kill every body
Annihilate this city
Grim Reaper is looking at me
And I woke with a start
Sheets soaked with sweat
It was a fucking nightmare
Just a fucking nightmare
(break)
And I woke with a start
Sheets soaked with sweat
It was a fucking nightmare
Just a fucking nightmare
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10. |
Fear
02:14
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Fear
Can you feel the fear
It's all around you
It never forgets you
This is your fear
It's not like your boyfriend
Not like your girlfriend
It never leaves you
This is your fear
Can you feel the fear
It's all around you
It never forgets you
Face your fucking fear
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11. |
Don't touch my hair
03:07
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Don't touch my Hair
Don't touch my hair
Your hair is boring
Like your life
And your wife
Don't touch my hair
If you don't want
I cut your arm
With a chainsaw
(break)
Don't touch my hair
Or you will die
In atrocious suffering
It's idiot to try
Don't touch my hair
I'll cut your arm
Or you will die
It's idiot to try
(break)
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12. |
Schizophrenia
02:30
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Skyzophrenia
They came at home
They said « come with us »
My mom gave'hem my bag
And said to me « goodbye »
They told me « You're crazy »
They stole my liberty
Now in this hospital
I'm my own enemy
They gave gave me so many pills
I gulped down so many pills
They wanted to stiffle my mind
And I wanted to find
Freedom again
No more straight jacket
Freedom again
No more pills
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SLASHERS Brittany, France
Slashers is a french horror punk band in pairs influenced by hardcore punk, post punk and British UK82 punk rock.
The name of the band comes from our love for horror movies and sordid facts read in newspapers.
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