Gama Bomb piosenki

We bang 'til death and lay siege to the pub With tankards and pints in the air Straight edgers worst fears, we're addicted to beers Though whiskey and cider get their share Back in the day when the beer fuelled thrash The tempo of the metal was high but take o...

A sailor's map in an occult store, In a place where no shop ever stood before Making plain that near the old town square Abandoned ruins still standing there Scale the wall, smash the lock, tear the ivy back Break the seal, scale the stair, find them crouching...

Napoleon Blownapart, 1610 - Martin Luther, they did it again World War Two, 1945 - tourists from the future, they did not survive Panzers at Hastings, 1066 - we fought with lasers, they fought with sticks Nuking the Romans in 238, Enslaving the Cavemen in time...

Sitting in the house, watching High Spirits Steve Guttenberg preparing to rock Sitting on the bus, listening to the Terminator soundtrack Tahnee Cain, solid as fuck Here's looking at you, Michael Biehn When we go drinking, we shout about you Outlining your car...

Urchin from the gutter, in this town you'll go far From tender age you've built the rage, who cares who you are? We'll gather up the children, put Walkmen in their ears Singing soon a different tune, we'll give you purpose down here We're plying them with Peps...

Another Friday night in trousers tight, no money sense or plan The demon drink will see you right, scuttered to a man Not for you the affluence that lies beyond the velvet rope The chateau in the gutter's your only hope You had your pints and pissed your kacks...

Back from the grave, down to the pub They always, always come back They crave for a brew to wash down your brains An eight percent grey matter sludge Made from beer and brains Doubles of mortal remains Drain the dregs Zombies will empty the kegs They eat the...

Drinking and dancing and female nudity Dancing round the bonfire as they weave their witchery Disembrained bodies coming back from the dead Disembowelled hands take the brains from your head Because once you look into their eyes You'll see their faces is full...

Men of science misuse the deceased Taught them to rip and to slay Soon they are legions filling the streets The fool and his flesh part ways Who is the enemy? Who is you friend? What is their purpose? We can't comprehend! Flesh is creeping from the bones of t...

It's not too late, and I know how They're closing in on our compound If you must, do me right Don't wanna walk into the night They are rending [sic] flesh from bone The last outpost, we stand alone A rotting heart, an empty head Still they come The li...