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RUMPELSTILTSKIN GRINDER LYRICS
"Raped By Bears" (2003 Live album)
1. Grinder
2. Ode To Tanks
3. Let The Fools Cheer
4. The Barking Spiders
5. Grab A Shovel, We've Got Bodies To Bury
1. Grinder
GRINDER
Whirr,
once the grinder went round and the first reel was full.
Whirr, Whirr,
two times the grinder went round the second reel was full.
Whirr, Whirr, Whirr,
three times the grinder went round
and the third reel was full.
Whirr, Whirr, Whirr, Whirr,
four times the grinder went round
and the fourth reel was full!
Grind all the straw into gold...or you will die!
What is the name?
Scar-face? No!
Bandy-legs? No!
Sparerib? No!
Turnip-head? No!
Sloppy-Joe? No!
Starscream? No!
But the weather's fine for tonight
I'll make her child mine, she'll never guess
I won't confess that 'Rumpelstiltskin' is the magic line!
Today I bake, to-morrow...brew
Glad that no one knew
That Rumpelstiltskin I am styled.
The devil has told you that! The devil has told you that!
Can you guess my name? Are you that insane?
Rumpelstiltskin
You look like your game
Rumpelstiltskin
You guess my name
Rumpelstiltskin
Come dance around flames
Rumpelstiltskin
You guess my name
You...guessed...my...name!!!
2. Ode To Tanks
ODE TO TANKS
My M1 Abrams marches to the storm
She’s got 1500 HP, 4000 in torque
26 ton turrets lock my target
A true beast, nothing can stop her!
Slip off your armor, if you don’t mind
Show big daddy what he’s been missing
When I’m kissin’, when I’m kissin’
Want to take my time, want to feel you right (x2)
Drink some diesel, warm you up, to wet my weasel
Makin’ love through the night, take my liquid fill-up tonight! Right! (x2)
I have been havin’ this feeling for awhile…tip it off!
Want you to feel right…
I will stroke your hot guns all night
When you start to see my beast comin’ round the bend
Bodies hit the ground, bodies hit the ground
Hellfire missiles launching from the turrets end
Bodies all around, bodies all around
It’s the…hellish…scream frame…all for you (x2)
Slip off your armor, if you don’t mind
Show big daddy what he’s been missing
Drink some diesel, warm you up, to wet my weasel
Makin’ love through the night, take my liquid fill-up tonight! Right!
Ode to tanks!
3. Let The Fools Cheer
LET THE FOOLS CHEER
(Lyrics by Matt Moore)
When prophecies speak of victory
There is still a need to fear
May the gluttons fill their plates
May the crowds of fools cheer
A southern fire rises
From the bay of Buccaneers
Who despite the hell spawned winds
Decided not to stop here
In the face of defeat we fought
No excuse we make
Our time was bled away
With everything at stake
Abandoned veteran
Of a doomed crusade
An Eagles last flight
To take away our faith
Bodies will rot, through bodies I wade!
We have seen heroes
Bleeding every day
Running from a curse
That will never go away
The wind blows coldest here
The ground itself is dead
Most vermin died here early
As the bigger rats were fed
Nowhere left to go now
The best we still can’t trust
Tear down my kingdom
I will spit on the dust
4. The Barking Spiders
5. Grab A Shovel, We've Got Bodies To Bury
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