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HYADES LYRICS
"And the Worst is Yet to Come" (2007)
1. And the Worst is Yet to Come
2. Buried in Blood
3. Unconform #756
4. Megamosh
5. Disposable Planet
6. Pharmageddon
7. New World War
8. EZLN
9. Skate Addiction
10. Valley of Tears
11. Wops Still Thrash
1. And the Worst is Yet to Come
2. Buried in Blood
BURIED IN BLOOD
Music & Lyrics by Lorenzo Testa
Shut your eyes and cover your ears
You're the Good, they're the Evil
From the other side of a barricade
Even children become pricks
Raise up the barriers of hate
Build up the perfect ruse
Knock down your enemies
and take back what is yours
God has chosen you all
You've soiled his hands with blood
Tainted in a rotten coffin
He lies listening to you lying
I am the terrorist,
Madman, paranoid
Youre right, my world is null
Its dead with a bullet in it's head
We are all on a purge list
God doesnt cares if youre straight
You are just a black bastard
Your call for rights is a crime
God does bless America
But someone help us all
Where is the Land of Freedom?
Its buried under shit and blood
False teachers, P2ists
Necktied to sell out deaths
Fat merchants of goods
Dickheads or warheads
Gamblers and speculators
Crocked Politichiens
Look in the eyes of he who dies
They just ask you why
We are all on a purge list
God doesnt cares if youre straight
You are just a black bastard
Your call for rights is a crime
God does bless America
But someone help us all
Where is the Land of Freedom?
Its buried under shit and blood
3. Unconform #756
4. Megamosh
5. Disposable Planet
6. Pharmageddon
7. New World War
8. EZLN
9. Skate Addiction
10. Valley of Tears
11. Wops Still Thrash
WOPS STILL THRASH
Music by Lorenzo Testa. Lyrics by Lorenzo Testa and Marco Colombo.
Two years ago we told you our vicissitudes
More than CD's we were selling our bermudas
We were without a deal, without shoes and without meal
Madam Min cleaned cupfuls my “everyday” was awful
Skeleton left us to philosophize
Jorgy get back to play his ho-hum borin' craze
But nothing disheartened us, neither to be halved
So Rob bore hours of bike to get Rod join the band
Despite Jerico's threats he started to thrash
What do you fear to rest in briefs without dress?
Ten ill-fated years and then we found a worldwide deal
We didn't believe it: a dream becomin' real
Roland won great slam and entered Hyades
But seeing him on stage we said "who fuck is this?"
Skeleton smelt the smell of outcomes
Reborn the posse of deadbrains 'n' broken bones
Wops still thrash
It seems we play it well also without mandolino, torre di Pisa, piazza San Marco
And the
Wops still thrash
No pizza, no mafia, no soccer, no Moggi, no Totti, no pasta
Wops still thrash
Touring across Europe on a ramshackle van without a motherfuckin’ cent
But the
Wops still thrash
Back to home we’ll find our bosses angry for our absence from work
Lose your illusions and abuse theirs
Delay by delay the album goes out on its way
No fucking thing of course can go right
Clearing CDs through Customs has been a mortal fight
Rip-offs are ready to skin this band
Never bend forward and always look at your back
Nothing bring us down, we are alive and well
This album kick ass, we’re gonna raise hell
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