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BULLDOZER LYRICS
"The Final Separation" (1986)
1. Final Separation
2. Ride Hard-Die Fast
3. The Cave
4. Sex Symbols's Bullshit
5. "Don" Andras*
6. Never Relax
7. Don't Trust the "Saint"
8. The Death of Gods
1. Final Separation
Pretentious mother of the children and the poor
The victims you forgot, and your servants too
You seem so careless when sinners are to be
sent to the gallows with demons and fools
We don't believe What St. John said
We refuse you Religions dead
Pretending to enjoy when triumph will be
Eating the flesh of dead people free
You won't be the mistress of earth and sea
Cause the men of the vengeance will fight with us
2. Ride Hard-Die Fast
Seeking high speed, neglecting my health
That's all I want night and day
I've nothing to fear, my painful death
I know there is no other way
Feeling so free, until my last breath
This time could be my last
I don't want to hide, I know I will be
A shadow of dust in the past
Ride hard Die fast
Going free My life at last
Don't give me that bullshit, I know what I mean
I'm late with my date in hell
Refusing the peace, don't wait for the priest
Someone will cast me a spell
Worms rot my brain, as bones turn to dust
The church won't toll the bell
Nobody knows me, nobody touches me
Finally I'm riding so well
3. The Cave
We have never had the possibility
To spend a long night with you because...
But we know you like it hard and huge
You are not this kind of girl
We hate and use to send to hell
You'll be welcome
Cause you never say "I'm tired tonight"
We do really want the cave
We promise: she'll be slaked
Both her holes we wanna fill
When ever of course we will
We've never seen the pictures
And we don't know your 'face'
We don't care We can forgot the rest
A lot of fools laught at you
But I swear that we'll never do
You are the best
We will never kick out you
All the stories we heard about you
Had made us so excited
The tongue is going to taste the sailty
Juice of your sin
If you like the golden shower
We don't feel disgust
Everything you want to do is OK
You can trust us
The only thing we wouldn't like
Is the presence of a man
Cause exists the risk to take
Something in the ass
If you don't believe us
We'll explain what we mean
Don't forget we come from
The 'circle' of the worst sin
4. Sex Symbols's Bullshit
Too many stars pretend to be
Champions of sex, the best you can see
Shaking their ass, licking their lips
And screaming like spastics " I love big tits"
They are giving bullshit, they never die
Barking dogs will never hits!
New disco music and sex into rhymes
They never say they fall all the times
Thousands of girls are seeking big 'dicks'
But no star has got it: that's really shit
Why don't you pretend a trial of strength
Not for their muscles, not for the lenght
Two minutes of sex for them it's a lot
Believe they are nothing that's why they stop
5. "Don" Andras*
"Don" Andras
(Instrumental)
6. Never Relax
Idyll and romance
Forget forever
A regular life
We won't lead never!
Don't feel regret
When girls give me a shit
Don't like their feelings
We do like their sin!
Slobbering and dreaming
Don't know what they mean
Fire and rage
Inside us scream!
We do not complain
We'll never be quite
Our mood is in flames
Nightmares all night!
We'll never cheat our maniac friends
We play for the witches as they do command
Don't fear to be a loser
Damnation we gained
Pride is high
And hare has remained!
We try to avoid
The spirit's collapse
As bands used to do
We never relax!
Hitches won't take us
We are not going to trust
The chicks and the faires
We do feel disgust
Hell is so near
Dark is our soul
Like demons and witches
We do reach our goal
7. Don't Trust the "Saint"
The people let the preacher say
What's the saint's own way
They just ignore his wastful aim
They think he is living high
Wake up You crowd of fools
Don't you know who is the "saint" ?
Rise up Don't live by rules
Let me tell you "Don't trust the 'saint'" !
Ignorance leaves the power to them
Without controlling their plans
They will never let you realise
The bait is just paradise
The saint sells his own soul
Without showing his goal
Cheating hides under humility
He says he is the son of the lord
8. The Death of Gods
How many prophets have spoken about 'idols' fall?
Too many kingdoms had worshipped their stupid gods
Blood of countless sacrifices seems to be forgotten
Power's lust never minds, any price is right
The new religion has reached its goal
The high priest takes possession of the martyr's blood
A huge crowd of believers bow down in fear
The victims are proclaimed new living heroes
Salvation and hope for the fools
The souls of the poors and the victims gather round
Ready to rise on the very last night
Who knows exactly what Future will prepare?
The prophets and all the priests
will die in flames, beware
Too many victims had been sacrificed
Bullshit has been ever given to the poor
No more lies and no more crimes
Don't forget the children starved
They won't forgive
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