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NO ROOM FOR THE LIVING LYRICS
"Only the Dead Will Survive" (2007 EP)
1. Upon Cannibalistic Smell
2. Blown to Mist
3. Weed Paste
4. Numb Hands and Empty Trash Cans
5. Bad Po-Po
6. Joe
7. (De)Ranger of Doom
8. Give Me a Dollar
1. Upon Cannibalistic Smell
Decomposing on the wooden floor
Dogs lapping up what's rest of the whore
Maniac got sloppy and left her in a hurry
Now facing life in front of a... Jury
THRASH!
Due to the lack of evidence he now roams the streets
Addicted to entrails he seeks out human meat
Months of eating human flesh caused him to smell
Harder to find victims for this wretched stinking cannibal
For his next victim he devours his niece
Drunk on adrenaline he enjoys the feast
People run away from him because of the stench
You would too if you saw this stinking wretch
Upon... cannibalistic... smell...
Sitting all alone now in his reeking place
Look of malnutrition upon his sagging face
Now he lacks the energy to kill and fill his gut
Those same damn dogs lapping up what's left
As he rots
2. Blown to Mist
He's just a boy
Plays with war toys
One day he'll grow up and destroy
The world
Using weapons to control
The masses whole
To control entire world
This is his goal
Satisfaction is not achieved
Till all is dead
Nuclear weapons, technology
Sky burns red
Welcome... to my kingdom of bone
Through ashen eyes I watch the world burst flame
The sky rains filth, greed, and porcine lust
As the wretched man uncreates
Standing in the ruins
Of your past existence
In the distance
You hear the blast
And the shock wave hits
World war ten
And nothing's left
You stain the ground
Only the dead will survive
3. Weed Paste
Dead stoned, spend the day on the couch
Called in to work, I'm sitting in the ultimate slouch
Called my friends but there's nobody home
I guess I'm gonna spend the new day off alone
getting stoned
Snap the bong
Rolling another joint
Smoke a bowl
Molecular structures changing in my starting with my lungs
Breaking down physically turning me to gel from skin to bone
Bone it turns to liquid and becomes blood flow
Organs mash together forming one massive swirl
My brain trickles down my spine mixing with it
I've become a pastelike substance reeks of weed
Weed Paste
Weed Paste
Weed Paste
Weed Paste
Snap the bong
Rolling another joint
Smoke a bowl
Oh shit I dropped the joint
Pack a bong
I melt into the sofa
Liquid it consumes me
Slide off and onto the kitchen floor
And I grab myself another beer
4. Numb Hands and Empty Trash Cans
Flipping over trash cans
But they're all empty
And trash litters the streets
I can't feel my hands anymore
At least they're not shaking
Hands of a surgeon to tear you apart
Staring at the window bottle in hand
In the other cigarette
Lines across the table and the remnants
Of a losing bet
When all your friends are pills
And all your roads are hills
My face explodes as the world melts around me
I play the loser, I play the loser
I'm not your ordinary junkie fucken boozer
I play the loser, I play the loser
I'm gonna stab you then I'll throw you in a dumpster
This is my legacy to make you disappear
I just hate the human race
On atomic grade drugs I can do anything
Wrap my fist around your skull
I haven't dreamt in a thousand years
Now I feel as I've never been awake
I spread insanity like a disease
Torn through the madness of my mind
Stumble through eternity
Die
I play the loser, I play the loser
I'm not your ordinary junkie fucken boozer
I play the loser, I play the loser
I'm gonna stab you then I'll throw you in a dumpster
Gestating in my brain all the seeds of my hate
Festering, Governing
Turning me into mad beast of prey
Murderous thoughts I can't contain
5. Bad Po-Po
Go!
I once found a dog living in the street
He followed me home so I kicked him in the teeth
Bad Po-Po
Bad Po-Po
Bad Po-Po
Bad Po-Po
Fed him only lettuce never fed him meat
I tortured him daily though I think that's really neat
Bad Po-Po
Bad Po-Po
Bad Po-Po
Bad Po-Po
The one day I could take no more
I stomped his guts and left him on the floor
Bad Po-Po
Bad Po-Po
Bad Po-Po
Bad Po-Po
Bad fucken Po-Po is bad no more
Po-Po
Po-Po
Po-Po
Po-Po
Po-Po
Po-Po
Po-Po
Po-Po
6. Joe
Joe was in a black metal band
He didn't want a black man in his metal band
Whooaa
That's racist!
7. (De)Ranger of Doom
Certifiable park ranger on the loose
He got sick and tired of being alone in the woods
So he spent his time consuming massive amounts of booze
And when that wasn't enough he turned to psychedelic drugs
(De)Ranger of doom
Dark green suit stained with blood
Bringer of gloom
He's high on speed, he'll steal your buds
(De)Ranger of doom
He's on a rampage so look out
Spite, hatred, loathing, the gout
He walks around looking for an end to your perfect day
See his frown, he's gonna fuck you up with a club and mace
The disaster differs from time to time, destroying tents, demising spines
If you see him stay the fuck out of his way
(De)Ranger of doom
Dark green suit stained with blood
Bringer of gloom
He's high on speed, he'll steal your buds
(De)Ranger of doom
He's on a rampage so look out
Spite, hatred, loathing, the gout
Disorganizer of your family picnic
He's arsonistic, he's burning your blanket
Don't be surprised to find your dog in the picnic basket
Soon your eyes will stare out a casket
Coz (de)ranger of doom is fucking psycho
Disorganizer of your family picnic
He's arsonistic, he's burning your blanket
Don't be surprised to find your dog in the picnic basket
Soon your eyes will stare out a casket
He'll stop by your campsite just to say "what's up?"
But before you know it there's a bowie knife in your boyfriend's gut
Fire ants in your sleeping bag in the middle of the night
I guess you should have locked your tent up tight
(De)Ranger of doom
Dark green suit stained with blood
Bringer of gloom
He's high on speed, he'll steal your buds
(De)Ranger of doom
He's on a rampage so look out
Spite, hatred, loathing, the gout
Opposition
Of the public to his mountain home
He listens
To a silence unfulfilled
And now you're running faster than you ever have
Because (de)ranger of doom is on your ass
You think you can esape from his land but
(De)Ranger of doom knows these woods like the back of his hand
8. Give Me a Dollar
Excuse me kind sir
Could you find it in your heart
To spare me a dollar
In the hopes that I may get my life back together
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