Psychobilly
Daddies makin' monsters
In the back garden shed
Playing with the animals
Fucking with the dead
Messing round with children
Pulling out their eyes
Sewing arms to faces
And...
If it doesn't sweat, jiggles, or smells why should I even bother to go.
But with this band everything sweats, jiggles, and smells. This one was demented, this one was one hell...
Blasted away by Fleddy Melcly, amazed by the Monsters and wrecked by Zeke.
Rest of this festival was a big echo of beers, reverb and bruises.
Well it's no good to smoke and it's no good to drink
What the hell you're doing boy don't you never ever think
Well you're killing yourself man and you're just a kid
So...
Terug op de mooiste locatie van de stad met de meest belachelijke naam ooit.
Het voormalige Waterfont is een mistroostige herinnering, maar de muziek bracht
een klein...
Out there in the darkness
They're coming after me
A thousand stalking zombies
They want my brains to feed
The neighbours must be lying dead
Brains all over the floor
Now...
De speed is op, het bier is dood, de pit is leeg, 't weer is kut, de kop is brak en 't lichaam blauw. Scumbash forever, forever Scumbash! Altijd!
She's a pale looking hooker and a new shooker. That hot and sticky night. Walking down the street flashing off her meat. Trick number sixty nine.