THE KILL LYRICS

1. Cactus

Gutfull of mescaline
Brain tweak triggers psychosis

Maniac on a bad trip
Drooling freak full of cactus
Laughing hysterically
Gauging some raver's eyes out

Pushing through the crowd
Totally deranged
Blood-covered hands
Clawing at faces
Alternate reality

He's having a blast
Maniac on a bad trip
Freak full of cactus

2. Extreme Little Big Man Syndrome

Angry little man takes revenge
On the world that wronged him
Can't the jokes
He's had enough
He's a really little man
But he's really fuckin pissed off
He's pretty fuckin short
But he's really fuckin pissed off

Kidnaps the secretary
Ties her up
And beats her with his platform shoes

Could barely see over the dashboard
As he ran over his co-workers
Extreme little big man syndrome

3. Mowed

Good day to mow the lawn
Uncle Bob fires up the Victa

Heading up the hill
Falls on his face
Mower rolls back
Slicing and dicing

It's curtains for Uncle Bob

It looks a bit like that scene from Braindead
A seagull swoops down and steals a finger

4. Another Weirdo In The Mosh

Bouncing around - arms flailing
Who the fuck is this guy?
Another weirdo in the mosh

Random yelling between songs
No idea what he's saying
Outrageous dance maneuvers
Mad scientist haircut

Another weirdo in the mosh

Spilling people's drinks left right and centre
Knocking over foldbacks, falling on the floor
Arm flung around unsuspecting punters
Spit globs flying in a torrent of gibberish

5. Fuck The Olympics

I don't even watch TV but it's still fuckin boring
Can't go anywhere without it shoved in my face
The only good part is when someone hurts themself
Which hardly even happens fuckin hell the Olympics suck

Hero worship fuckin outta control
Every sheep in town becomes an overnight patriot

Fuck the Olympics

Forget about the cronies who are running the show
Rather watch a bunch of cunts run around in a circle

6. Die Hards In Denim

Madness in the mosh
Flat-out on the foldback
Sick cunts on the stage
Gettin rowdy in the crowd
Hardcore headbangers
Diehards in denim

But something's not right

There's fringes everywhere
And everyone's androgynous
And the band sounds like nu-metal
Mixed with power metal and emo vocals

The world's a sick place

7. Fuckin Doyle

Doyle - what's your next stupid idea?
Robert Doyle - the smug man about town

Everyone thinks he's a dickhead
He tries to be hip but he's just a goose
Proclaimed his hatred for bogans
Another irrelevant snob in a suit

Fuck you Doyle
Just a snob in a suit
Irrelevant

8. Shower Of Bricks

Yuppie family out for a Sunday stroll and got fucked
Never thought a tall building would fall on them

Shower of bricks
Two adults and two kids
Crushed to death

Blood and guts ground into the footpath
(Un)natural selection made a good choice

Shower of bricks
Crushed to death

9. Second To None

[originally by Judas Priest]

Pounding the world like a battering ram
Forging the furnace for the final grand slam
Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done
Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none

Hammering anvils straining muscle and might
Shattering blows crashing browbeating fright
Fast devastating and desolisating the curse
Blasting the cannons of truth through each man of this earth

Wielding the axe comes the one culmination

10. Blastasfuk

Blastbeating the shit outta grind
Crank out a blast leave the sissies behind

Other beats are okay but blast is the best
Playing slow sucks we want a speed fest
Jay shreds ya face with the single foot blast
Maximum speed - this shit's fucking fast

Blastasfuk
Blastbeating the shit outta grind

11. Exercising The Demon

Pumping iron - self obsessed
A slab of meat - no brain left
No real life - who's impressed?
Cult of the self-obsessed

Heads up their well-toned arses
Excercising the demon

Flex ya pecs mate fuck you're the best
Punce with a fake tan and a waxed chest
Stick thin chick think ya real hot shit
Looking like a mannequin wrapped in plastic

Cult of the self-obsessed

12. Red Rager

Red rager
Drum danger
Blinding red
Sparkles of death
Blowing minds
Dazzling shine
Holy shit
Real flash drum kit

Ultra blast
Ultra fast
Ultra harsh

Massive reverberation
Blastbeat devastation
Eardrum annihilation
Holy shit real flash drum kit

Red rager
Drum danger
Ultra blast
Fast

13. Necrophobic

[originally by Slayer]

Strangulation, mutilation, cancer of the brain
Limb dissection, amputation, from a mind deranged

Asphyxiation, suffocation, gasping for air
Explain to me the feeling after sitting in the chair?

Ripping apart, severing flesh
Gouging eyes, tearing limb from limb

Experimentation, slow infection, internal decay
Execution, need transfusion, body rots away

Sliced incision, zero vision, loss of vital signs
Skin contortion, bone erosion, your life becomes your fine

Ripping apart, severing flesh
Gouging eyes, tearing limb from limb

Strangulation, mutilation, cancer of the brain
Limb dissection, amputation, from a mind deranged
Asphyxiation, suffocation, gasping for air
Explain to me the feeling after sitting in the chair
Sliced incision, zero vision, loss of vital signs
Skin contortion, bone erosion, your life becomes your fine!

Necrophobic can't control the paranoia scared to die

14. Top Notch Stab Job

I can't fuckin wait
To kill that yuppie cunt
Watching him cark it
Will be fuckin bonza

Stabbing rapidly
Overwhelmed with disgust
Hacked up wanker
Pink shirt soaked with blood

Wanker

That's what you get
Trend-hopping dickhead
No sympathy
You're dead already

Top notch stab job

15. Face Off

Take ya face off
Smash it off ya head
Have a brutal accident
Mangled meaty mess

Assorted fluids dripping
Eyes hanging on storks
Smiling lopsided
Bottom jaw falling off

Unidentifiable chunks
Visceral red gristle

Busted like a dropped pie







THE KILL LYRICS