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Intro
01:17
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Sympathy for the Zombie
02:57
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Please allow me to get dressed
I'm man of stench and disgust
been in the cellar for a long time
Stole many man's bowls and guitars
and I was 'round when Robocorpse
Had his moment of craziness
Made damn sure that he
Washed his feet and sealed the tap
Sympathy for the Zombie
I recall it sounded like that
Sympathy for the Zombie
please help me remember
I stuck around
the cemetery
When I saw it was time to die
Killed the juggler and his skittles
I rode a donkey
When a rain
of peppers raged
And the bodies stank
I watched with glee
While you struggled
to keep in fashion
up and down the escalators
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
call me Mr. Daisy
I shall laugh at your pointless lives
Sympathy for the Zombie
Sympathy for the Zombie
I recall it sounded like that
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Cemetery by the House
03:26
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After a hard
working day
there's a hole
to be filled
in the backyard
at the Daisies.
The dog is sleeping
by the terrace.
There's a shovel leaning
against tombstone.
It's a family cemetery.
Cemetery by the house
A safe place to hide pies.
Cemetery by the House
A safe place to hide human limb collection
Cemetery by the house
A safe place to hide pies.
Cemetery by the House
Those without a loaded gun shall dig.
Goodbye grandma Daisy.
Latest pie of yours
had one finger too many
and you knew I hate odd numbers.
The dog is playing
with cigars now.
I'm sure he'll appreciate.
Cemetery by the House
would be a fitting movie title.
Goodbye grandma.
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Chicken wings...
They can truly be nasty now and then.
Chicken wings...
Sure you want a bite of them?
If you end up on a conversation
with a talking sandwich
then something's very wrong,
but you'll learn a lot from what it says.
Night of the Chicken Dead
You will be skinned alive
Night of the Chicken Dead
and your brain will be fried into an omelette.
Night of the Chicken Dead
You will be skinned alive
Night of the Chicken Dead
and They'll dip your nose in barbecue sauce.
Just don't sit
on the toilet bowl then.
You might be already
infected and lay an egg.
Fed on garbage
driven like bumper cars
Pack up your tranquil lives
Throw up your green sludge.
Everything has its price,
carefully labelled and adorned
in large colored ribbons.
Night of the Chicken Dead
Coming soon to your town,
Night of the Chicken Dead
American Chicken Bunker.
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Cat in the Brain
03:09
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Grandma is murdered with the hatchet,
her face torn apart by dog,
her body chainsawed to pieces.
Hallucination or awful truth?
Nightmares plaguing
our subconscious,
we fall to our own
savage fantasies.
A cat rips through our brains
and tears our thoughts apart.
A cat rips through our brains
and tears our thoughts apart.
Made-up or real violence,
grand parade of ambiguities.
Just embroider it with yet
another perverted cliché.
A cat rips through our brains
and tears our thoughts apart.
A cat rips through our brains
and tears our thoughts apart.
x3 In the Beyond,
he shall tread
on your - fears
and bury you deep
in your grave.
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Blood Everest
02:39
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Mountain dwellers of terror
Surfers are butchered
Blood mountain climbs
for the god of popcorn.
Makers of snowmen
Cut and sculpt the ice
pieces of flesh within.
Morbid killing Art
Blood Everest (x2)
Waveriders will die
There won't be cries of joy.
No one will reach the peak.
No one will reach the peak.
Mountain dwellers of terror
Surfers are butchered
Blood mountain climbs
for the god of popcorn.
Frozen blood-red dead bodies
shall hide the truth from us.
Frozen blood-red bodies
shall hide the truth from us.
Makers of snowmen
Cut and sculpt the ice
pieces of flesh within.
Morbid killing Art
Blood Everest (x3)
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All I know is I love to do the laundry.
Set the right programme, fill the basket with bodies.
I usually fill it with oversized chef ladies,
but I couldn't help it this time around.
Grandma was so intrusive,
I had to kill her.
Kept her mouth shut
with a smelly sock.
Couldn't talk about soap operas. I'm gonna miss her pies.
Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled
Think again before knocking at my door
and telling me about odd numbers.
They're all clean
They're all clean
They're all clean
by washing machine.
It felt so good to knit
a nice scarf from her guts.
Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled
Centrifuged, Washed and Strangled
Over the last week
I took the clothes of seven chefs.
Now my potatoes
will stay underground.
They're all clean
They're all clean
They're all clean
by washing machine.
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The Mask of Mr. Daisy
02:49
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The demon's twin mask,
throbbing with evil power,
mocking even death itself.
The mask of mr. Daisy.
Unearthed from the crypt,
seal of an ancient curse.
Its claws you can't escape.
Elements by darkness unleashed,
lurking, ready to strike.
Their faces disfigured,
victim and executioner as one.
Good and evil incarnate.
Revenge falls upon your breed.
Mask of Mr. Daisy
Bolts and puzzles of flesh.
Mask of Mr. Daisy
Savagery and madness.
The Mask of Mr. Daisy (x2)
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9. |
The Song With No Name
03:30
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2x The Song with No Name
No verses or choruses,
beyond any schemes.
A song unlike any other,
just like Blondie,
a cowboy above all clichés.
Give all your deeds a name,
act so as to stay
in the spotlight.
A new trend is coming up,
be quick to follow suit.
The Song With No Name
You'd better not make
fun of a donkey.
Give all your deeds a name,
act so as to stay
in the spotlight.
A new trend is coming up,
be quick to follow suit.
Just promise to apologize
and you might get away
with just a few kicks in the teeth
with just a few kicks in the teeth
This is about long-lost kind of filmmaking,
and civilization in its downfall.
How can you love
what you don't know,
and what you don't believe in?
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Voracious Tomatoes
02:26
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Haunted vegetable patch
A new breed of tomatoes
is about to overrun
your kitchens.
You'll be the ones to be eaten.
You'll be the ones to be eaten.
Fleeing from restaurants,
your legs severed,
your arms torn to pieces,
before you could
even leave
a fair tip.
You'll be the ones to be eaten. (x2)
Voracious Tomatoes, a tasteful death indeed.
Voracious Tomatoes, with just a handful of salt.
Sentient tomatoes
are planning the ultimate blowout.
Leave no dish unseasoned.
Evil concealed in a mad experiment.
Mankind shall be overwhelmed,
and blood will be as bright red
as a well-done sauce.
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The Meaning of Death
02:41
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One day the Grim Reaper
will knock at your door
with his cursed scythe.
He will then enlighten us on his coming.
He will reveal
he has come for you
and of an adversary
beyond your imagination:
that overdue salmon mousse.
The Meaning of Death (x2)
No point in hiding behind a shrubbery.
It would blow up to something different.
The Meaning of Death (x2)
Answer to the ultimate question
shall be revealed:
"people are not wearing enough hats".
"people are not wearing enough hats".
The Meaning of Death (x2)
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no woman no grind
i remember when we listened to Carcass
looking at mutilated corpses in the pathologist's room
we still have good hearing
and we can't forget
how beautiful it was
to paint with that models' blood
sew up the wounds
and don't spill all this blood
otherwise you'll get my carpet dirty
and it won't be a good thing for you
my feet are the only means to play the drum kick
therefor i have to play grind
hoping that my carpet will stay clean
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always a big mess in this kitchen
right legs with right arms
right noses with round saws
a can of raspberry jam full of orange ants
but what is this toilet paper doing on the table ?
the last model left it there
and now it's time for breakfast
her skull is the main dish on our table
take a spoon and a portion
or otherwise put you head in our oven
and you can be a part of our table
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Beverly Hills Corpse
02:55
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oh my Cadillac
i eat asphalt from my hands with the corpse in the trunk
sunglasses, trendy shirt, latest model chain saw
i see cut up corpses on colored roller blades
running on the sidewalk
eating creamy ice cream
they greet me smiling
not knowing that they're only
other right hands for my collection
Beverly hills corpse
a beautiful place for a relaxing vacation
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Four on a Meathook
02:48
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Feast at abattoir
Cows applaud
We are four on a meathook
Our show ends
Cows shoot us a hook in the head
We are four on a meathook
Opening our stomachs
Our human blood flows
We are four on a meathookNothing I said is true
Steaks of sorrow
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Sachertorture
02:56
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There's a brand new cake on the housewive's table
Don't ask us about its ingredients
Mr. Daisy's grandma always makes some for her grandson
but he's busy portraiting his models.
Sachertorture
Mr. Daisy will taste this delicacy later
Sachertorture
Something is moving in the dough
Sachertorture
Hey but that's a finger!
Granny always adds some goodies
for her favourite grandchild
Sachertorture
for families of any kind
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17. |
Splatter Deluxe
03:33
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splatted deluxe
see whatever you'd like to see inside of the cylinder
splatter deluxe
it's just the name of the show
if you think you'll see a cake - you'll certainly see a cake
if you think you'll see a chair - you'll certainly see a chair
splatter deluxe
choose what you'd like to see
splatter deluxe
there are no questions
there are no answers
if you think you'll see illusions
certainly you'll see illusions
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