Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you
Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning
Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two
It cannot be stopped
The train is fueled by chopped bodies
Filled with sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Ticket is your life
Ended by a knife
Called the murder train
Eternity of pain
Oh yeah, you know what I'm talking about
There is no escape but death
Your life is just
A murder train a comin'
Alright, you ready Skwissgaar?
(Yeah)
Now play me some blues.
(Here goes nothin')
[Start solo]
(I'ves never beens so depressed as my life right nows!
Boy, I really am playinks dem blues!
How 'bout a little bit of dis!
Oh, yeah!
You knows it!
Mans, listens to the feel behinds dis!
Yeah!)
[End solo]
Ok. Hold it. Hold on for-hold on for one second.
(Hey looks its Mashed Pattatos Johnson!)
(Hey, dude, Mashed Pattato Johnson!)
(Oh, wowie, how's it goin' Mashed Pattato Johnson?)
Hi, boys. I thought you might have forgotten about good old Mashed Pattato Johnson.
(No, we haven't forgotten about yous.)
(Dude, no way.)
Now, I was listenin' to your playin' Skwissgaar, (Yeah?) and I think you might have-you might have forgotten a couple lessons about dem blues.
(So's who cares?)
Now listen to this,
Baaaa.
Yeah, Yeah.
Bobo, do da daaay hey, hey. (Ha! A grampa's guitars)
Bobo (Haha, grampa's guitar) hey-ay-ay.
I say hey,
I got blues.
And I'm Mashed Pattato Johnson. Yea-ah
Alright boys, ya'll know what you're doin'.
I'm gonna let myself out of here.
Dethklok Rules!
Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin'
It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you
Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning
Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two
It cannot be stopped
The train is fueled by chopped bodies
Filled with sorrow
There is no tomorrow
Ticket is your life
Ended by a knife
Called the murder train
Eternity of pain
(Hey was that Mashed Pattato Johnson back there?)
Yeah it was.
(I shoulda said hi.)
Yeah…
There is no escape but death
Your life is just
A murder train a comin'
This is the most depressing thing I've ever heard in my entire life.
Good work, boys. \m/
Þetta var awesome
(Hey Ray, hey sugar, tell them who we are)
Well, we're big rock singers, we got golden fingers and we're loved everywhere we go (That sounds like us)
We sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten thousand dollars a show (Right)
We take all kinds of pills, that give us all kind of thrills but the thrill we've never known
Is the thrill that'll get you when you get your picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone
Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (Yeah!)
Wanna see my smilin' face, on the cover of The Rolling Stone
(That's a very very good idea)
I got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Kitty who embroiders on my jeans
I got my poor ol' grey haired daddy, drivin' my limousine
Now it's all designed to blow our minds but our minds won't really be blown
Like the blow that'll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone
Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (Yeah!)
Wanna see my smilin' face, on the cover of The Rolling Stone
(Hey, I know how…)
(ROCK AND ROLL!)
(Aww, dats beautiful)
We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies who'll do anything we say
We got a genuine Indian guru, who's teachin' us a better way
We got all the friends, that money can buy, so we'll never have to be alone
And we keep gettin' richer but we can't get our picture on the cover of The Rolling Stone
Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover
Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!)
Wanna see my smilin' face, on the cover The Rolling Stone
On the cover of the
Rolling Stone, wanna see my picture on the cover (I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby)
Gonna buy five copies for my mother (We're beautiful fellows)
Wanna see my smiling face (I ain't kidding ya)
On the cover of The Rolling Stone (Ah, we would make a beautiful cover)
(The first shot, right up front man, I can see it now)
(We would be on the front smilin' man)
(Aahhhhh beautiful)
Allir hlutir eru haldnir heimþrá til jarðarinnar og þess vegna falla þeir þangað þegar tækifæri gefst.
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Well I'm searching through my bed
I got ankles in my head
I'm in really bad
It's the best time I ever had
I'm a sick boy
I'm a sick boy - there should be more
Well I'm happy the way I am
A sardine in a can
People taking notes
People in white coats
I'm a sick boy
I'm a sick boy - there should be more
Well I'm happy the way I am
And I'm sorry I shit on my hand
People taking notes
People in rubber coats
I'm a sick boy
Just a sick boy
I'm a sick boy
There's assholes everywhere
Plus girls with big town hair
But why must I suffer
For being a fecal lover
I'm a shit boy
I'm a shit boy - there should be more
P.S. snilldar lag sem þú varst að skella inn ^^
Þetta var awesome
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I know ^_^ Búin að vera með þetta lag á heilanum í þrjár vikur eða eitthvað.
I'm sorry to have taken so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
You mind if I sit down for a while
You'll reacquaint yourself with my style
Well, how could you have waited so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
All this time you put up a fear
For a hundred thousand years
I'm sorry to have taken so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
All this time you put up a fear
For a hundred thousand years
And baby won't you let me
I think I'm goin' out of my head
I'm just about to, ooh yeah, ha
I'm sorry to have taken so long
It must have been a bitch while I was gone
You mind if I sit down for a while, would you babe
You'll reacquaint yourself with my style
Allir hlutir eru haldnir heimþrá til jarðarinnar og þess vegna falla þeir þangað þegar tækifæri gefst.
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I know, I know the sun is hot
Mosquitoes come and suck your blood
Leave you there all alone
Just skin and bone
When you walk among the trees
Listening to the leaves
The further I go the less I know
The less I know
Where will you run?
Where will you hide?
Lullabies
To paralyze
Fat and soft, pink and weak
Foot and thigh, tongue and cheek
You know I'm told they swallow you whole
Skin and bone
Cutting boards and hanging hooks
Bloody knives, cooking books
Promising you won't feel a thing
At all
Swallow and chew
Eat you alive
All of us food that hasn't died
And the light says
Simmering, pick and pluck
Tenderize, bone to dust
The sweetest grease, finest meat you'll ever taste
Taste, taste
So you scream, whine, and yell
Supple sounds of dinner bell
We all will feed the worms and trees So don't be shy
Swallow and chew
Eat you alive
All of us food that hasn't died
Mæli sterklega með þessu lagi. Hljóðfæraleikurinn nálægt endanum er með flottara samspili sem ég hef heyrt. Svo er þetta svo frábærlega sjúkur texti við svona fallegt lag :P
Þetta var awesome
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Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína.