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 CRANIUM LYRICS
 
 
  
 "Speed Metal Slaughter" (1998)
 
 1. Slaughter on the Dance Floor
 2. Lawnmower Lover
 3. Dentist of Death
 4. S.R.T. (Satanic Rescue Team)
 5. A Devil on the Drums / Sluts of Satan
 6. Graveyard Romance
 7. Satanic Holiday
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 1. Slaughter on the Dance Floor
 
 Grave Raper:  "Ahah Chainsaw Demon, there's the disco!"
 Chainsaw Demon:  "Yeah, let's give 'em hell!"
 Guard:  "Sorry guys, we don't want any metal people in here."
 Grave Raper & Chainsaw Demon:  "What?  What are you saying?  What are you saying you fucker?
 
 A T T A C K ! ! ! ! !"
 
 Kill!
 
 We're storming - the disco
 You cry in fear
 Speed metal warriors
 Punishment is here!
 
 Slaughter on the dance floor
 You're gonna dance in gore!
 Slaughter on the dance floor
 This is a big chainsaw!
 
 Slaughter on the dance floor
 You fuckin' disco whores!
 Slaughter on the dance floor
 Holy speed metal war!
 
 Slaughter!  Slaughter on the dance floor!
 Slaughter!  Slaughter with a chainsaw!
 Slaughter!  Slaughter on the dance floor!
 Slaughter!  Dancing in your own gore!
 
 Speed metal - is screaming
 Right through the air
 Disco whores in guts and beer
 This is the last they hear!
 
 Slaughter!  Slaughter on the dance floor!
 Slaughter!  Slaughter with a chainsaw!
 Slaughter!  Slaughter on the dance floor!
 Slaughter!  Dancing in your own gore!
 
 
 
 
 2. Lawnmower Lover
 
 Madman, killer, crazy man
 Moving into your nice town
 Into your nice neighborhood
 Young girls now will be his food
 
 He lures them to his home
 For nice games on the lawn
 
 The lawnmower is on!
 She screams and starts to run
 He laughs, he's right behind!
 He's gonna mow her down
 
 She stumbles and falls, and he is there
 He drops the mower on her skin so bare
 Flesh, legs, hands, grass fly in the air
 And last he cuts her hair
 
 Come on, scream for me!
 I'm your lawnmower lover
 You better run for cover
 Your body is so soft
 My machine is sharp and hot
 
 A bloody pile on his lawn
 He laughs and rolls in the young girl's gore
 He cleans the machine, and he wants more
 In the playing ground he will get them for sure
 
 He lures them to his home
 For nice games on the lawn
 
 The game begins again
 She screams, he's not a friend
 She tries to climb the fence
 He drags her to her painful end
 
 The machine is upside down
 It roars with a frightening sound!
 Into the steel with her feet first
 She squeals in panic and he roars in bloodthirst
 
 
 
 
 3. Dentist of Death
 
 Welcome to my clinic
 Have a seat in the padded chair
 I'll fix your teeth alright
 And my price is always fair
 And now you wake up screaming
 The drill is bouncing in your oral cavity
 This is real, you are not dreaming
 Your limbs shake in insanity
 
 Eat the fuckin' drill!  AHHHHHHH!
 Ha, ha, ha, ha!  OHHHHHHHHHH!
 
 Tongue and teeth, fly in the air
 The drill is alive inside your head
 You shit yourself and you're strapped in the chair
 Your brain explodes with pain and then you're dead
 
 The final swing is indeed a drill
 It's how many people I can kill
 I'm in charge and I drill at will
 The dentist of death!
 What was once a pretty head
 Is now a mess of skin, teeth and flesh
 My white coat is now blood red
 The dentist of death!
 
 How can I help you sir?
 Oh please, have a seat
 I'll free you of your pain
 Yes I am armed to the teeth
 
 Open your mouth, idiot!  AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!
 Ha, ha, ha!  OOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!
 
 Open your mouth!  OOOOHH, AAAHHH!!
 Eat the drill!  UUAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!
 You idiot, eat it!  AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!
 
 The final swing is indeed a drill
 It's how many people I can kill
 I'm in charge and I drill at will
 The dentist of death!
 
 
 
 
 4. S.R.T. (Satanic Rescue Team)
 
 Fire burns, in the town
 But don't you worry, we'll soon be around
 
 We're not an ordinary rescue team
 We don't care about your horrible screams
 (Oh, help us, help, oh!)
 Our tank is filled with fuckin'  gasoline!
 We're Satan's servants, you will see
 
 CHORUS:
 
 Satanic Rescue Team
 Instead water we bring gasoline!
 Tonight we barbecue
 Satan is waiting for you!
 Waiting for you!
 
 Here goes the alarm, but we won save you,
 We will do you harm
 We are murderers, we are insane, your screams
 for help are all in vain
 
 
 We're not an ordinary rescue team
 We don't care about your horrible screams
 (Aaahhhh, I'm burning, help me, oooohhhh!!!!!!)
 Our tank is filled with fuckin'  gasoline!
 We're Satan's servants, you will see
 
 REPEAT CHORUS
 
 Fire!
 
 Some of you try to jump from the fire
 But we await with sharpened spikes
 You are cremated and still alive
 We are possessed, we are demonized!
 Ha, ha we are demonized!
 
 Satanic Rescue Team
 Instead water we bring
 gasoline!
 Tonight we barbecue
 Satan is waiting for you!
 Waiting for you!
 Waiting for you!
 Waiting for you!
 Satan is, Satan is, Satan is
 waiting for you!
 
 
 
 
 5. A Devil on the Drums / Sluts of Satan
 
 A Devil on the Drums: [instrumental]
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 Sluts of Satan:
 
 Backstage party, Germany
 Speed metal festival
 Drinking and fucking everywhere
 Bitches' legs, in the air
 You fuckin' sluts of Satan
 You like speed metal meat
 Rammed into your open mouth
 Or even better, in your seat!
 
 Mille's ass is pumping, and Gerre's drinking beer
 Speed metal noise is in everybody's ear
 Cheap whores are lying with legs open wide
 Hurry up Schmier, I wanna get inside!
 
 Sluts of Satan! Backstage bitches!
 Sluts of Satan! Hamburg whores!
 
 You have to fuck through the roadies first
 To get to the band
 Beer and whisky quenches your thirst
 Hey babe, take my hand
 I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name
 I don't care, you're all the same
 You are just a piece of meat
 You're disgusting but I'm in heat!
 
 Total fucking mayhem, we're thrashing to the sound
 Hey guys are you finished? Pass her around!
 Piss and beer all over the floor
 Toilet is occupied, open the door!
 
 Sluts of Satan! Backstage bitches!
 Sluts of Satan! Dusseldorf prostitutes!
 
 We need another beer!
 We need another bitch!
 
 Mille's ass is pumping, and Gerre's drinking beer
 Speed metal noise is in everybody's ear
 Cheap whores are lying with legs open wide
 Hurry up Schmier, I wanna get inside!
 
 Sluts of Satan! Backstage bitches!
 Sluts of Satan! Berliner bitches!
 
 
 
 
 6. Graveyard Romance
 
 Oooh...I am Grave Raper
 I am a creepy guy
 I have a date at midnight
 A shovel in my hand...
 
 When others sleep I'm hard at work
 Horny like hell, digging earth
 Six feet down is where she lies
 Lady temptress, smell of flies
 She is a perfect lover
 Her coffin is our bed
 Here she is, I throw away the shovel
 I kiss her decomposing skin
 
 I am the Grave Raper
 I am a creepy guy
 I'm gonna fuck you til,
 Until you fucking die
 But that's impossible
 You are already dead
 It's time for blow job now
 Give me your rotten head
 
 In the night I creep and skulk
 I told you I'm a creepy guy
 In the night I desecrate
 Rape you in your grave
 I fuck your corpse to pieces
 I am your necro-lover
 No worry of diseases
 I always use a rubber!
 
 Between your legs I place my head
 Your rancid smell I sniff
 Now I kiss your skull instead
 Come on, don't be so stiff!
 Shining through, your skeleton
 Gives me a bad hard-on
 Turn around in the graveyard grass
 To fuck what used to be your ass!
 
 I am a creepy guy
 I have a date at midnight
 A shovel in my hand...
 
 When others sleep I'm hard at work
 Horny like hell, digging earth
 Six feet down is where she lies
 Lady temptress, smell of flies
 She is a perfect lover
 Her coffin is our bed
 Here she is, I throw away the shovel
 I kiss her decomposing skin
 
 I am the Grave Raper
 I am a creepy guy
 I'm gonna fuck you til,
 Until you fucking die
 But that's impossible
 You are already dead
 It's time for blow job now
 Give me your rotten head
 Shining through, your skeleton
 Gives me a bad hard-on
 Turn around in the graveyard grass
 To fuck what used to be your ass!
 
 Oh, shit, here's the morning
 Time to go home
 But I'll be back...
 Ha, ha, ha, ha...
 
 
 
 
 7. Satanic Holiday
 
 Flight nr. 666, Gran Satania
 Speed metal maniacs, drinking in their seats
 Metal music pounding, all are drunk as hell
 Alcohol and metal, and bitches on the beach
 
 Bitches on the beach, let's fuck 'em!
 
 Families are fleeing, when we come into town
 Playing metal, drinking liquor, gonna thrash you down
 Lock up your daughters, cos we are fucking pigs
 Dressed in leather, spikes and chains, it's what those bitches dig!
 Violence on the beach, we scrare you all away
 When we are in the water even sharks dare not to stay
 Once peaceful island is now a boiling hell
 Puking, fucking, drinking, thrashing every night and day!
 
 Speed metal!  Speed metal!
 Speed metal!  Speed fuckin' metal!
 
 Volcano is erupting, fire in the sky
 We laugh and party on, all around us die
 We're swimming in the lava, we're surfing on the fire
 Speed metal party, we will never tire!
 
 
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