Blood, Guts & Rock'n'Roll AZ Lyrics By Tankard

Blood, Guts & Rock'n'Roll AZ Lyrics By Tankard

One, two, three pints of blood

On my cornflakes make me big and strong

Then I get my chainsaw, then I get my

I am gonna slaughter, 'cos I need it to relax

I'm just kidding cornflake killers my new hit

We're the band that signs of death, violence, blood and all that shit

Acid, chains, eating brains

Maniacs and killers

Deadly music is our trade

Murder, bloodshed, body parts, gory mess

Dripping from our stereo, slashing is the way to go

Blood metal - it's my life

Killing, hurt and pain

Blood metal - there's nothing better

Blood and guts and rock'n'roll

Give me psychotic murder, must be fun to be insane

Songs about cannibals

Roasting victims, human barbecue

Fingers for the cheesedip, grilling legs and thight

Won't you come and join us? We will cut you down to size

Mutilation is the business of our show

Sacrifice of human life, set it in our video

Making cash with our trash

Everybody wants to

Live a sadist fantasy

Murder, bloodshed, body parts, gory mess

Dripping from our stereo, slashing is the way to go

Blood metal - it's my life

Killing, hurt and pain

Blood metal - there's nothing better

Blood and guts and rock'n'roll

Give me psychotic murder, must be fun to be insane

I'm so scared, cut myself

In the finger, blood is dripping now

Someone's got to help me, think I'm gonna die

I am touch and brutal, but this pain it makes me cry

Lethal lyrics, ugly words that bite and slit

We're the band that signs of death, violence, blood and all that shit

Acid, chains, eating brains

Maniacs and killers

Deadly music is our trade

Murder, bloodshed, body parts, gory mess

Dripping from our stereo, slashing is the way to go

Blood metal - it's my life

Killing, hurt and pain

Blood metal - there's nothing better

Blood and guts and rock'n'roll

Give me psychotic murder, must be fun to be insane

Blood metal - it's my life

Killing, hurt and pain

Blood metal - there's nothing better

Blood and guts and rock'n'roll

Give me psychotic murder, must be fun to be insane

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Lost And Found (Tantrum Part 2) AZ Lyrics By Tankard

Lost And Found (Tantrum Part 2) AZ Lyrics By Tankard

Still all this party, raising hell to get my beer

I will go crazy, if I don't find it here

Someone snatched my only joy

If you touch it you will die

I'll never give up, I'll will kill to get it back

Which dirty bastards stole my beloved suds?

Curses by the sixpack cast on you!

Merciless I'll break you, thief of brew

Still I am getting ill

Need my regular fill

I will have to kill

For my rightful beer

They all look guilty, it's a damn conspiracy

I'll spare nobody fighting for liberty

Crash the party with a cry

Either they will die or I

Fists in my stomach, kicking me in my poor face

Bleeding and hurting they call me a disgrace

Curses by the sixpack cast on you!

Merciless you broke me, thieves of brew

Still I am getting ill

Need my regular fill

I will have to kill

For my rightful beer

Slumped in the corner, feeling like a total dope

My head is spinning, no friends, no booze, no hope

Nothing left but suicide

Bid this evil world good-bye

But there's my beercan, recognize it on the spot

Must have forgot it when I went to the pot

Time for celebration, laughs and cheers

Reunification with my beer

Now - no more getting ill

Got my regular fill

I won't have to kill

For my rightful beer