IRC-Galleria

Dressed in black his face was white
No doubt he was a cenobite
Needles pined all over his head
Oh god that box's gonna be my death

It was a hellraiser, a hellraiser
And now now now I'm hellbound

Night after night they were torturing me
They were mean, bad as cruel as they could be
Hooks in chains tearing apart my skin
That box brought me pierces I've never been

riding down the road of life - he's driving fast
the wind is blowing in his face, how long will he last
spending all his money on beer, no women in sight
looking for some action, again he ends up in a fight

ride danny ride - drinking beer and having fun
ride danny ride - the cops are coming, run run run run
ride danny ride - ride danny ride
ride danny ride - ride danny ride

100 miles an hour - on his bike he feels so well
trees are passing by down that highway straight to hell
every week he finds himself mixed up in a new romance
cheating, stealing, lying whenever he gets the chance

ride danny ride - drinking beer and having fun
ride danny ride - got me, got me run run run run
ride danny ride - ride danny ride
ride danny ride - ride danny ride

ride danny ride - drinking beer and having fun...

100 miles an hour...

Return to Phobos

Too young to realise too young to care... tuli taas juotua eilen.... vähän liikaa...

He got a sheath made of plastic grabs it over his head forty gallons of petrol
gonna burn you all dead.

A forty-five strapped to his side
A machete in his hand
What's the name. What's the game.
Holy Hack Jack's the man.

He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He hobbles along on a busted knee
knife strapped to his thigh.
Bombs and blades, hand grenades
somebody's gonna die

With his cassocks an' his robes and his leather chaps covered by a plastic mack
he's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again.
sick sick, sick sick

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Clapped out buggy down darkened streets likes to kill whoever he meets
he's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again.
sick sick, sick sick

He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
sick sick, sick sick

Strangler in paradise
A killer in the crowd
Strangler in paradise
This red light district is going down

He's gonna take you
Kiss and caress you
Grab your throat
And squeeze it real tight
He's gonna make you
Kiss and then bless you
Sins he'll wash away this night

Strangler in paradise
A killer in the crowd
Pimps and queens and porno screens
This red light district is going down

On these misty neon streets
Hiding in shadows
A man with no face
Waiting for the strumpet
The chosen one
Strangle embrace
Another whore gone

He's got the power
God flows through his veins
The Lord gave him a mission
To take out the bad

On these streets in pattering rain
Girls in tight plastic
Have sex with no shame
Pimps are waiting counting the cash
A punter is coming it won't be the last