1. |
Wicked Crew
02:52
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WICKED CREW
If you wanna get some kicks
If you wanna feel alright
If you like to dance and party
And if you can drink all night.
Join our wicked crew
You'll see we are true
You got nothing to lose
Just bang your head and grab that booze.
If you are sad or single
And if you like to mingle
And you wanna touch the stars
You will find us in the bars!
Join our wicked crew
You'll see we are true
You got nothing to lose
Just bang your head and grab that booze.
If you are a crazy pirate
And if you live for a riot
We'll make you feel the thrill
Cause we believe in overkill.
Join our wicked crew
You'll see we are true
You got nothing to lose
Just bang your head and grab that booze.
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2. |
On My Way
03:30
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ON MY WAY
On my way to the city
It ain't looking so god damn pretty
I was bored all the time
And thinking how to make a rhyme.
When I wrote first few lines
I knew there's gonna be some rhymes
Then I go on to write some more
So I did and I wasn't bored.
I was deep in my thoughts
Didn't realize what I wrote
Then I start to sing my song
And I sing it for a long...
I've been singing 'bout you my babe
Just about you my babe
I've been singing just for you
Just for you!
I've been singing for you my babe
Just for you, you my babe
I've been singing just for you
Just for you!
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3. |
Down And Out
03:20
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DOWN AND OUT
This is a story of my old mate
His bizarre life and no lack of fate
Of how he left studies, abandoned his home
Wanted to be independent and to live alone.
He's always broke, has no place to stay
And everybody thinks he is a gay
His weird crew is totally insane
Avant-garde kooks with a bullshit brain.
He is hungry, he lives like a punk
He has no money, he is often drunk!
Once he stayed illegal in an empty flat
Slept on the floor and ate like a rat
He had one chair and that is true
Chair in the shape of red high heel shoe.
Now he has a girlfriend and she is married
But he doesn't care about the duties he carries
Together they once hitchhiked to Berlin
But they couldn't stay there and live in a sin.
Maybe this story looks a little sad
But believe me it's not that much bad
Because he don't see it in that way
He is broke, hungry, happy and probably gay!
He is hungry, he lives like a punk
He has no money, he is often drunk!
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4. |
Get You Down
02:47
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GET YOU DOWN
Sun is gone night is falling
Feel like I miss you babe
Wanna do some rock'n'rolling
I must have you or go crazy.
Watch out! I'm coming!
Gonna get you down!
No use for running!
Watch out! I'm coming!
Gonna get you down!
Gonna get you down!
Driving fast lightning speed
You can give me what I need
Open highway my thoughts are steady
I'm coming baby you better get ready!
Watch out! I'm coming!
Gonna get you down!
No use for running!
Watch out! I'm coming!
Gonna get you down!
Gonna get you down!
You missed me honey and you wanna talk
But I can't hear you it ain't no joke
My stomach's burning eyes are popping
Later we can do the talking!
Watch out! I'm coming!
Gonna get you down!
No use for running!
Watch out! I'm coming!
Gonna get you down!
Gonna get you down!
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5. |
Boneshaker
04:27
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BONESHAKER
Hear the music hear the sound
Feel the loudness shakes the ground
Grab that woman squeeze her tight
Kiss her gently do it right.
Smoke's spreading on the stage
Heat is rising speakers rage
Fire burns on the floor
But no one's heading for the door.
Shake shake shake all over
Jump and dance don't stay sober
Shake your bones shake your head
You better shake don't be dead!
Boneshaker makes the noise
Girls are swinging off the boys
Everybody's having fun
And no one wants to hit the run.
R'n'R plays our souls we sell
We all made a pact with hell
Morning came but no one cares
Shake continues nothing less!
Shake shake shake all over
Jump and dance don't stay sober
Shake your bones shake your head
You better shake don't be dead!
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6. |
A Night Out
03:47
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A NIGHT OUT
Don't go stay just for a while
You're the one always on our mind
When we wanna party we remember you
And then we know what we're supposed to do!
I can't imagine evening on a different way
This night's gonna be very cool I say
When we're with you we never hide
cause we are drunks and we want a ride!
We have no money to drink in the bar
That's why we are staying in the park
Talking nonsense is all that we do
A bottle of wine isn't enough for me and you!
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7. |
Three Day's Action
03:42
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THREE DAYS ACTION
Thursday night after the job
I was heading to the pub
Garage punk and lots of beers
Heavy drunk like all these years.
Friday night my mate's calling
To the gig we are rolling
We greet the dawn with good old blues
Staggered home with sunrise booze.
Saturday night partying delirious
At the club drinking oblivious
Banging head with Streetpunk OI
That's my never ending story.
Three days action
I get my satisfaction!
Three days action
There ain't no depression!
Three days action
My problems are abstraction!
A three days action
Is a chain reaction!
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8. |
Catclaw
03:17
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CATCLAW
Goddammit woman I'm crazy about you
You turn me on and make my heart blew
You don't need anything to say
Cause I can read your mind and make your day.
You wear stripes and you wear dotted
Sometimes black, baby you are spotted
We hang out every day and night
Drink, dance, party and feel alright.
Catclaw babe you are "so smart"
Our kisses are like art
Love me Catclaw all the time
I just want you to be mine.
Your intellect is something I like to feel
Your spine is made of stainless steel
We're so alike and you are my bird
I'm your most normal man in the world.
We are dressed in black like Johnny Cash
Our soundtrack for life is Joe and The Clash
You have fine artistic taste and perception keen
You're my rock'n'roll punk rockabilly queen.
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9. |
Last One In Bar
02:45
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LAST ONE IN BAR
In the noisy crowd of gloomy pub
Thru the mist of cigarette smoke
With my glass leaned on bar
It seems to me life's a joke.
I'm always the last one in a bar!
'Cause when I drink I have that feeling
Of constant wonderful dizziness
Something binds me to the chair
Until fall into unconsciousness.
I'm always the last one in bar!
From a jukebox Shane is singing
About a women, drink and love
And all of that makes me happy
And I wish to drink some more.
I'm always the last one in bar!
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10. |
Red Tuft
03:11
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RED TUFT
One day one day you walked into my life
Your appearance cut me like a knife
Cause Red Tuft when I saw you smiled
I lost my head and my heart went wild!
Your libido is out of control
Radiates from your eyes and soul!
You're saying that I'm a danger for you
But you're smiling at the things I do
I'm a pervert and I like your kind
Red Tuft, you blow my mind!
You are crazy and erotic ambiguous
And you know that attracts me vigorously
We are playing our teasing game
Without regret, feeling no shame!
Your libido is out of control
Radiates from your body and glows!
You're saying that I'm a danger for you
But you're smiling at the things I do
I'm a pervert and I like your kind
Red Tuft, you blow my mind!
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LIVE OR DIE (THAT'S MY WAY)
Live your life in every moment
Don't wait for perfect time
Cause than your life may be over
And if so than that's your crime.
Fight to live live to win
Rock it every day
Never wait grab it now
Live or die, that's my way!
Every day is a battle
Face it like a man
Don't waste your time waiting
And do the best you can.
Always look forward
But also watch your back
Take your life don't hesitate
(And) Be prepared for attack.
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Boneshaker Belgrade, Serbia
WE WILL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF AND CUM IN YOUR PUSSY EARS!
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