1. |
Fill me Up
03:35
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You are not the real deal now I'm sure
of that so from time to time
we need to have a chat blah bla blaah
yeah you are kind of pretty you seem to have it all
but I won't pin your picture on my bedroom wall
so don't take a bath in your confidence
the last thing I owe you is a rose bed lap dance
Fill me up
with love and booze
and I will show you everything
that you might loose
It’s the way think by the way you talk
that sometimes creeps badly on my balls
and when you do the things you do that way
makes me throw up the worse and the worst of me
you know honey we could be far cooler than that
you and me inside your lap
I ain’t got the time
to think about it all
waisted so many
hours in your
shopping malls
so better go out
shoppin’
buy yourself some
fancy toy
and while
you get happy
all I wanna
do is
destroy
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2. |
Creep & Crawl
06:26
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I'm the one that gets em rid of their bruises and burns
Never look fine when the body bag sheet turns
Its my passion masking all their life-worn scars
Put up a glass of wine treat them like they were stars
I'm a mortuary guybest friend of the dead
Have a lil chat when i caress their head
The undertaker brings em we cool em down
Make em look prettysee the families fraun
And nobody talks to me
But i hear their words
inside of me
I listen to whatever
all of em said
Yeah, its my nice and
quiet friends....
the talking dead
When the moon comes up my day begins
Meet new people tellin me their deadly sins
Take their measures clean em head to toe
Always with a smile makes em feel front row
Lord, they got so much to say some don t even stop
Some are singing chimes, death rolls on top
Once i took a lady corpse out in the park
Lost that body somewhere out in the dark oh no
Love their pale skin,
their clear-cut eyes
Some do smell,
but to my surprise
Once i got their voices
in my head
Party till drop
with the cold cold dead
Despite my dead man talking friendliness
No look, no answer, all i can do is guess
Have to listen close, beg for a dance
For the slightest chance for a little romance
we‘re talking dead
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Let me toss your salad, let me greed your weed
cause a snatch is the thing that i really need
Bearded clams all over place
If i can t get your fuckin beaver what a poor disgrace
Clamarama?
Clam-a-rama lou
take a ride in your
flesh canou
The breakfast of the champions
that penalty box
Ground zero, purse of so many cocks
Give it to me, your salami purse
Your bowl your cave adams curse
Take a glimpse on thatcute foxhole there
That one eyed wormhole makes me stop and stare
Some call it door of life or some the great divide
What could these saloon doors possibly hide?
Let me toss your salad, let me greed your weed
your snatch is the thing that i really need
Funnel of love is what the hippies say
i eat your enchilada of love from a golden tray
Clamarama?
Clam-a-rama lou
take a ride
in your flesh canou
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4. |
Hanging Boy
03:47
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When I hang out when i hang in
There is strange strange feeling from below my chin
You keep talking down on me
I get more n more dogged as far as i can see
Now I know what´s under my chin
It´s the shit I' m standing in
Can t take more of your words floating to the top
I don t know why i got into this all
All the other people are having a ball
I shrink, drink, sit and get old
That ain't the life my mommy had told
I need dirt, women, treble and joy
And i won't ever be anyones easy toy
but i get a shitty mess
I'm a hanging boy
My girl is gone, wildfire took her away
Hell beware i would have wanted her to stay
This ain't right, not a single thing
Not a goddamn worry should get me in
What made me a foolI dont know
But i learned to prevail get up and go
Short fuckin words may come fast
But i see what they mean and that will last
So i grab myguitar and go somewhere
Theres something missing but i just don't care
People are them, me am I
No stupid questions
fuck why
oh why
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5. |
Walk the Talk
05:02
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Ten fancy knifes on your shelves
hell‘s no poshy gourmet style
Cut nuts like butter you say
well i guess that’s no lie
Your tomatoes come from cans my friend
but that’s not for me
I cut em freshly n that’s the way
em to bleed I wanna see?
Hey you wanna talk?
And talk the talk
Hm, so while you talk
I walk the walk
Nice avatar and fancy clothes
the websluts go high tide?
In the mirror you got the perfect pose
but you‘re alone on that ride
I spit on the pavement in front of your door
and snooze up a pound
I hang out with my wang out
because I like the air flowin around
Got two legs but no use for em
rather take an elevator ride
Retard bitches need someone
to wipe your ass from side to side
I do the fuckin staircase honey
cause I m a man
Steps ain't no lethal threat,
but make my butt tough like a frying pan
Yeah, Rock n Roll is what you‘re all about
of course I fuckin know
Vintage retro pastry dough bake your fake life in a row
Golf hat tats top newbie style
whatcha wanna be?I burn your little
tweed house downreally wanna come fuck with me?
and of course you invented all that shit
fuckin 20 years before you existed
Got an app to get the perfect look sweet like a
tropical fruit your chick still blows you bad
in her jogging suitI grab my girl like
a bad boy should now get a hold of that so while
you build your sex life skillsI have my finger
in her twat
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6. |
The Fluke
03:58
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I've known you for oh so long
Taught you a lesson where you belong
Beneath my tires offshore and gone
You are a fluke my friend
you take it on and on
You parasite faceless son of a mothers gun
Kill the beliefs of the upright ones
Their minds are nothing but food for you
They never ever see that you‘re untrue
The fluke
doesn‘t ever sleep
He turns into
something
bittersweet
He creeps and crawls
until you‘re hot
You love the fluke
for what he's not
He leaves you empty
like a whores heart
Untrue from the
very start
The fluke eats up
your dreams
The fluke takes
you down
in screams
He never shows his face cause he ain´t got none
and then ask why when its almost done
He burns you from inside brings you to
tears and shows you your greatest fears
oh no!
The fluke
he hits and runs
He laughs about your
useless gunsHe shows
you what you
never wanna see
Cause he s inside you
oh god can that be me?
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7. |
Dirty Laundry Lap
03:21
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he devil is a she,
haha, plain to see
No one really knows
that better than me
Left in the rain
for another guy
All said n done
ain t worth a bye-bye
Don’t listen to
what story they tell
Wash up the dishes
your brains as well
Fastest horse
on your way to hell
Dirty laundry lap
I am not on it
Dirty laundry lap
Open that mouth
don t believe
your shit
Play cry baby,
oh what poor thing
you are Sorry
but that’s where you
went a little too far
Talk is cheap
and so are you
Thank fuck time
is over that you
made me blue
Go on preach
your stories
your pitiful lies
Do I really care
can you look in
my eyes
Till the last
drop o water
from my old tap
Now we re headin
down straight dirty
laundry lap
let s go!
Upright deeds are a damn rare gift
Ask you new friends if they give you a late night lift
The circle is open, my brain runs wild
Promises to hell it‘s my time lil child!
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8. |
Gotta know Why *
03:11
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C'mon C'mon
if you really wanna know
if you really want
it all to blow
I`ve been down to hell
the hottest shit
I've known
All the lies & your Gods
I`ve seen it all before
You gotta fuck up your
believes
if you wanna have
the score
you gotta know why
you had it comin‘
you gotta know why
why you waste your time
there's sth over here
penetratin my brain
sth evil comin‘
down the way
If you really wanna
think if really
wanna know if really
wanna try
we got a bad thing
comin & it‘s coming
down tonight
If you really wanna know
If you really wanna do
If that‘s right upon you
Gotta know why
I'm like Jack
I am from
southern land
I‘m holding you,
evil things
inside my hand
And if this is really
also true
Give me flamethrower
and I put it right
upon you
gotta know why
you came
know what you‘re
all about
you gotta know, honey
you gotta know why
you do
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The Seizures Nürnberg, Germany
Formed in 1995, out of a "if the Oblivians can do it, we should do some noise too!" momentum, The Seizures became a well
known local force in underground rock.
While lot's of lineup-changes occur, the band managed to record 4 full lengths and contributed to lots of compilations worldwide.
All in DIY -fashion, the band is touring constantly.
check out www.seizures.de
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