TERROR 2000 LYRICS

1. Five Star Prison

Five years in prison, I don't ever wanna leave this place
Wireless Internet and colour TV, I'm so amazed
I robbed a bank and shot a guy who talked to much
But then again, I forgot to check my watch

They grabbed me by the balls and thew me in a cell
I didn't have a clue that it would fit so well

A nice and comfy bed, yeah you heard what I said
Slippers made of velvet like a fancy hotel
Bars made of gold and a private strip-show
Prisons made in Sweden let the champagne flow.

They grabbed me by the balls and thew me in a cell
and when I woke up up in the night there's Asian mistress
They grabbed me by the balls and thew me in a cell
I didn't have a clue that it would fit so well

Cocaine and a bottle of jjjjack, huh
In the name of the Lord, you gotta love it
Cocaine and crack and jjjjack, huh
A prison cell provided by the lord

Under surveillance, I do my thing
I tumble and roll, like the Swedish king

They grabbed me by the balls and thew me in a cell
I didn't have a clue that it would fit so well
They grabbed me by the balls and thew me in a cell
and when I woke up up in the night there's Asian mistress

Cocaine and a bottle of jjjjack, huh
In the name of the Lord, you gotta love it
Cocaine and crack and jjjjack, huh
A prison cell provided by the lord

And now they tell me I gotta leave
I gotta leave my cell and walk the streets
What about the women? What about the wine?
Please just don't take away my glamorous life

I miss my private show, I miss the good champagne
I miss my private cell, 'cause it fit so well
I use to drop the soap, they use to hang it in
I didn't mind at all, I knew that I would win

They grabbed me by the balls and thew me in a cell
I didn't have a clue that it would fit so well
They grabbed me by the balls and thew me in a cell
and when I woke up up in the night there's Asian mistress

Cocaine and a bottle of jjjjack, huh
In the name of the Lord, you gotta love it
Cocaine and crack and jjjjack, huh
A prison cell provided by the Lord

2. Metal Mosh Massacre

Hippies in dreadlocks, gothchicks in black
Potheads and junkies, surfers and drags
Drama queens, backpackers and college hunks
you're all gonna suffer the terror to come.

Fear the thrash assault coming your way
Prepare to meet my fist, it's mad as hell today
We'll hang you live on stage, with a rusty string
Get ready to fucking mosh, 'cause metal is king
A giant fucking frying pan will smash you to the floor
Prom queens dipped in gasoline will be burnings to the core

[Chorus:]
Shout it out, Shout it out loud: Metal is here to stay
'Cause Terror's coming your way
Play it loud, play it out loud: We don't care what you say
We'll give you pleasure and pain

A river of blood is running wild, we puke on the rules to obey
Adrenaline is pumping in your veins, the crowd is going insane
Windmill's made of razorblades will be cutting your head in half
Cannons loaded with blood and guts will be fired by our drumtech Ralph
The show will go to history a mark upon the earth
The arrival of the devil will show you the urge

[Chorus]

Hippies in dreadlocks, gothchicks in black
Potheads and junkies, surfers and drags
Drama queens, backpackers and college hunks
you're all gonna suffer the terror to come.

Fear the thrash assault coming your way
Prepare to meet my fist, it's mad as hell today
We'll hang you live on stage, with a rusty string
Get ready to fucking mosh, cause metal is king

[Chorus]

3. Cheap Thrills

Cry, baby your death is yet to come
Cheap thrills and leather wips will treat you 'til I'm done
Moan and cry, don't deny, I'll satisfy 'til you die [x2]
Come on and smell my boots, 'cause there's no way you can loose
The taste of blood is sweet, just push play and then repeat
I like it loud, I like it loud, I'll sing you with my pink torpedo
I'll be good, it's understood, on the hood, I know you would
Moan and cry, don't deny, I'll satisfy 'til you die

Eat my johnssons make it bleed
(Come on and make my day)
Spread your legs and just receive
(I wanna hear you say)
There's no way you can be more pleased
(Generosity)
Seven seas of deadly seeds

You ain't a bad girl honey no matter what the neighbours say,
it's just you wear those skintight dresses with your g-string tuned to a...
I know you want it, well come and get it.. I'll boil you up and break you down..

Knockout - You're such a sticky sweet
Knockout now smell my stinking feet
Blackout - What my age again ?
Knockout - A gift from heaven sent

Moan and cry, don't deny, I'll satisfy 'til you die [x2]
I'll be good, it's understood, on the hood, I know you would

Eat my johnssons make it bleed
(Come on and make my day)
Spread your legs and just receive
(I wanna hear you say)
There's no way you can be more pleased
(Generosity)
Seven seas of deadly seeds

Come on baby let's get it right..
I'll guide you through the doors of hell..
Welcome to my little dungeon of pleasures..
You scratch my back and I scratch yours..
Muhahahaha.. Let's bring it on!!!

4. King Kong Song

Eat my breakfast, drop the kids off
That's how my daily life starts
On the highway, 'til it's payday
I have a meeting with the boss
He has a wicked leg, he has a wicked leg
He likes to kick me in the ass 'til it turns red
I hate my job, I hate it all
I wanna be a million dollar fucking rock star
Why!?
-Won't you get me a gig before I die?

[Chorus:]
Will write you a song song
Just as heavy as King Kong
While I'm smoking my bong bong

I wanna be a hunk with a metal guitar
'cause people tell me I could go pretty far
I need some kicks as I'm Kerry King licks
And get the chicks by the bar

Now it's lunchtime, cut the barbwire
I'm going to the deli and get myself a wrap
Life is crazy, this job makes me
A suicidal freak feeling like crap
Why!?
-Won't you get me a gig before I die?

I will write you a song song
'cause I know how to pling plong
just like playing the ping pong

[Chorus]

I'll be getting the chi... Chicks by the bar
I'll be showing my tri... Tricks on guitar
They'll be blowing me bli... Blind in my car
I'll be throwing the sui... Suit on the yard
I'll be hitting my bo... Boss really hard
I'll be getting a bo... Bodyguard

Eat my breakfast, drop the kids off
That's how my daily life starts
On the highway, 'til it's payday
I have a meeting with the boss
Why!?
-Won't you give me a gig before I die?

I will force you to sing sing
I will give you a ring ring
and you give me some bling bling

[Chorus]

5. Wrath Of The Cookie Monster

I'm a cocky little kid with a metal band
I'd like to be a star, I got my hair dyed black
And I just got a brand new guitar..

[Chorus:]
I stole some riffs from a CD today
I think it was At The Gates..
I blend it up with my personal taste
My friends got totally amazed

Chunky riffs and some cookie monster vox, will be enough to get us signed
Sony music is looking for a band, dude I think I got a plan
In Flames and Soilwork have just sold out, and one of the singers is getting bald
My time has come, I'm gonna be a shooting star

So don't step in my way
My rules must be obeyed..

[Chorus:]
I stole some riffs from a CD today
I think it was At The Gates..
I blend it up with my personal taste
My friends got totally amazed
Our sound is totally new, such a gift to the world
My piercing looks nice in the corner of my mouth, I got it from a hot topic girl

I'm really such a sensitive guy
I'm scared those machoriffs will fuck up my style
So please. Take a look at me, I want to look so mean
I'm ready to take on the world
And all my friends. They agree!

[Chorus]

So don't step in my way
My rules must be obeyed

6. Satan's Barbecue

Welcome to my hellhole, it's time to pay the price
Meet the evil master -- he will treat you so nice
He'll put you in a cookie jar filled with blood and cream
And shake it for some time until you're sticky and sweet
Then he'll put you on the Barby, you're juicy and fine
Inviting people to the party, all of them are going blind
Jeffrey Dahmer and Ted Bundy, George Foreman and the clown
Mr.Foreman by the Barby, Mr.Dahmer by the pool, so don't you make a sound?

Come and join, tenderloin, come and join the barbecue
Lets kill and grill on Satan's avenue
Come and join, tenderloin, come and join the barbecue
Let's grill and kill at Satan's barbecue
Satan's barbecue!!!

Satan's going crazy, twisting by the pool
Dahmer's slipping cocktails while looking through his tools
Mr Bundy's filling up the beear-bong, Mr.Foreman's flipping steaks
They're having such a blast 'cause everybody know what it takes

Satan's bringing out the mustard, it's spicy and sweet
Everybody wants some ketchup and some salad with the meat
The poor dude on the Barby, is getting in the mood
Everybody is screaming: Food, Food, Food, Food, Food!!

Food is on the table, Foreman's slicing up the steak
There is nothing like a party as when a hungry hell awakes

Come and join, tenderloin, come and join the barbecue
Lets kill and grill on Satan's avenue
Come and join, tenderloin, come and join the barbecue
Let's grill and kill at Satan's barbecue
Satan's barbecue!!!

Get in the mood!! At Satan's barbecue!!

7. Flesh Fever Fiesta

Got a little secret and a one man show
I think I'll near get burned
I�m going mental as the weekend hits in
I wanna see your blood flow
Coming up from behind on the street
I choke you with a plastic bag
I put you in the trunk of my yellow Renault
I cannot wait to see you bleed

In the woods I have a barn where I can make you weep and crawl
Let me have a look at you and see if you can get me through
Trick or treat, trick or treat you will meet your destiny

I have a fetish and its nothing for you
I'll pick you up on a rendez-vous
I'd like some candy and some Spanish wine
And human flesh on the side
At my fiesta we will have a blast
I'll hook you up and make it fast
Cause I am evil, I am your death
Flesh and candy 'til you make your last breath

In the woods I have a barn where I can make you weep and crawl
Let me have a look at you and see if you can get me through
Trick or treat, trick or treat you will meet your destiny

I like to hear you scream, I love the melody
I'd like to choke you with some chocolate ice cream
I'd like to see you crawl, I like to have a ball
I'd like to hit your face with a fucking baseball [x2]

Got a little secret and a one man show
I think I'll near get burned
I'm going mental as the weekend hits in
I wanna see your blood flow
Coming up from behind on the street
I choke you with a plastic bag
I put you in the trunk of my yellow Renault
I cannot wait to see you bleed

Two gallons of blood, Three gallons of cream
Five gallons of hate, I think you know what I mean
Two inches of blood, Three inches of cream
Five inches of hate, I think you know the deal!

Gimme some!! Gimme some!! Gimme some!!

I like to hear you scream, I love the melody
I'd like to choke you with some chocolate ice cream
I'd like to see you crawl, I like to have a ball
I'd like to hit your face with a fucking baseball [x2]

8. Liquor Saved Me From Sports

Jim Bean, my best friend, picks me up in his truck
In the backseat JD, my brother in law
My German penpal Helmut J�germeister
Sends me small bottles of liquor in the mail

I know I chosen the right path
So I did the math
The call, will be answered
I will grow up to be a romancer

Hockey is for sissys, football for nerds
Bowling for grandma and her domesticated birds
Jeff, bobby, matt, those football assholes
I slam the door in their faces, they will only see laces

[Chorus:]
Liquor saved me from the sports
I rather sit by the pool in my sperm stained shorts
And get fucked up...

I want to be addicted, subjected by the booze
I'd like to wake up in the morning and feel my oze
My bitch tells me she wished I would never been born
She sits at home and mourn..!

[Chorus]

Baseball for machos
La crosse for the queer
Tap Dance for grandpa
and his conservative peers
I may have vomit on my clothes
But I still know how to break some bones

[Chorus]

Bottoms up, buckle up!!! [x2]

9. Fed Up

Fed up with the lifestyle, fed up with the lies
Fed up with the money and the feminist wives
I just can't take it anymore
Fed up with the bling bling, fed up with the bills
Fed up with glamour and the prozac pills
I just can't face it anymore

Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalalala
'Cause you don't understand a thing
Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalalala
'Cause you don't understand a thing

Fed up with the hollow, fed up with the cold
Fed up with the preppies and the sausage rolls
I just can't face it anymore
Fed up with the taxes, fed up with the wine
Fed up with the wannabes standing in line
I just can't take it anymore

Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalalala
'Cause you don't understand a thing
Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalalala
'Cause you don't understand a thing

You're such a hypocrite with diamond rings, now look at that smile of yours, are you happy now..
You precious fuck.

Now give it away, before it steals the day
Give it away, before you cannot take it
Now give it away, before it steals the day
Give it away, give it away

Fed up with the freak shows, fed up with the cheese
Fed up with the bitches getting down on their knees
I just can't take it anymore
Fed up with radio, fed up with swedes
Fed up with the sellouts and the colour TV
I just can't face it anymore

Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalalala
'Cause you don't understand a thing
Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalalala
'Cause you don't understand a thing

Now give it away, before it steals the day
Give it away, before you cannot take it
Now give it away, before it steals the day
Give it away, give it away

10. Mummy Metal For The Masses

My daddy bought me a car
he'd never think I would go this far
Racing down through the city
In my Mercedes Cabriolet
Like a singing ricochet
I head for the beach
As the wig is flowing in the breeze
Ruth is feeding me with cheese

Yes I'm a fake but don't you tell anyone
I'm a singer in a rock �n roll band
And we're so god damn great

My Band is on top of the world
That's what people think
And yeah, thats the god damn truth
and my wife's name is Ruth
My rock �n roll age is twenty
But the fact is, I'm plenty
I will never give up my fame
But people say I'm so fucking lame

We woke up the pharaohs, we played by the Nile
Mummy metal for the masses
Tutankhamen went wild, Cleopatra she smiled
First aid for the masses

Yes I'm a fake but don't you tell anyone
I'm a singer in a rock �n roll band
And we're so god damn great

In the weekends I play gold
With my dear friend Dr.Rolf
He's the one who fixed my face
'Cause I don't wanna look like a basket case
People do not know I'm a fake
That could be more than they could take
I'm wearing make up to look so good
The bandanna keeps the wig in place

We woke up the pharaohs, we played by the Nile
Mummy metal for the masses
Tutankhamen went wild, Cleopatra she smiled
First aid for the masses

11. Stattena T(h)rash

Uppf�r backen, ifr�n stan
In p� hemk�p, flera g�nger om dan
Sl�ss med tanter i den l�nga kassak�n
Och Johnny Biff som precis har f�tt sin l�n
Utanf�r S.A.T.S d�r luktar det br�nt
Broilers som gl�der, d�rren st�r p� gl�nt
Rottweilers, blondiner och kick and box
Spinning apelsiner och Klas i ett par Cox
Pfizer stinker Zoega's luktar gott
Helgen kommer med nattklubbar och shots
Johnny och Lisa dom st�ller till med fest
alkol�sk, gin tonic �r det dom gillar b�st

Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?
Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?

Nu �r det sommar med rix hela dan
Resa till mallis med sprit och bad
S�songen �r �ver och HIF fick d�ng
F�rlusterna svider n�r vi sjunger v�r refr�ng

Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?
Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?

Vi har v�rt hem i Helsingborg
Vi tror vi rockar fett, trots v�r sorg
V�rt storstadskomplex utan identitet
Bleknar s� fort i st�rsta hemlighet
Vi tror vi �r s� j�vla bra
Vi jobbar 7-4 och vill bara hem
Vi vill faktiskt bara dra
F�r det regnar hela tiden och v�rt HIF f�r d�ng

Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?
Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?

Vi har v�rt hem i Helsingborg
Vi tror vi rockar fett, trots v�r sorg
V�rt storstadskomplex utan identitet
Bleknar s� fort i st�rsta hemlighet x2

12. Bloody Blues Blaster

TERROR 2000 LYRICS