1. EVERYONE SUCKS BUT US

Resting above in my dust
Laying with my feet I thought
You, cock suckers you won't be first
Because Everyone Sucks But Us
This TV star has a dick face
That porno girl's got a hairly pussy
Those runners look like snails
Because Everyone Sucks But Me
Resting above in my dust
Laying with my feet I thought
You, cock suckers you won't be first
Because Everyone Sucks But Us
My mayo is three years poisonned
My bread is dry, my cheese is wet
I don't care, 'cause I prefer
Arguee my screen even it's unfair
By the way, I'm curling player
That's why I feel so upset
The world doesn't need my anger
And now I'll run into my bed
Resting above in my dust
Laying with my feet I thought
You, cock suckers you won't be first
Because Everyone Sucks But Us


2. BITTE GEDULDEN SIE SICH EINEN AUGENBLICK

Dry the road, wet in the sky
By the way you got four minutes to wait
A huge rain on your tiny head
Or fourty clouds passing by
Diving in the valley of the death
You scream for vengeance, you pray for patience
A huge rain on your tiny head
Or fourty clouds passing by
Diving in the valley of the death
You scream for vengeance, you pray for patience
Tomorrow will be fine
Rebell Assault, Cowboy
Run into your home
Before that your wife uses her sextoy
Tomorrow will be fine
Rebell Assault, Cowboy
Run into your home
Before that your wife uses her sextoy
Tomorrow will be fine
Rebell Assault, Cowboy
Run into your home
Before that your wife uses her sextoy
Dry the road, wet in the sky
By the way you got four minutes to wait
A huge rain on your tiny head
Or fourty clouds passing by
Diving in the valley of the death
You scream for vengeance, you pray for patience
A huge rain on your tiny head
Or fourty clouds passing by
Diving in the valley of the death
You scream for vengeance, you pray for patience


3. RACKHAM THE RED

Sailings the seven seas through corsairs
I've never been shipwrecked, raiders of the flow,
I'm aimed to terrorize the fools one
Of crooks
Of Pirates
You'd better pay attention
From west indies to Cairo
I'm the famous, the great Rackham the Red
Let's hoist the sails up to
Move away from civilisation
Take on board with my crew
No matter of your affliction
We'll make the honests quake
We don't pretend to fake
We'll lift the embargo on
Honesty and constitution
No need to cancel you'll never roam
In a beautiful place with virgin goddess
Sailings the seven seas through corsairs
I've never been shipwrecked, raiders of the flow,
I'm aimed to terrorize the fools one
Of crooks
Of Pirates
You'd better pay attention
From west indies to Cairo
I'm the famous, the great Rackham the Red
We'll make the honests quake
We don't pretend to fake
We'll lift the embargo on
Honesty and constitution


4. THRASHING PUPPIES

As sick as I am
As malevolent as I am
I exhibit my wildness
By Thrashing Puppies
A bunny standing right in front of me
I don't mind at all
Let's wake up my sleepy rage
By slashing a puppy
The aps follows me
My wife thinks I'm sick
Ow this is a bloody beauty
Fucking Puppy
Hacking, Stabbing and killing for my pleasure
Is more important for me than singing in the street
I buckle on my cap
Facing my worst ennemies
The ugly conceited and greedy
Fucking Puppy
Hacking, Stabbing and killing for my pleasure
Is more important for me than singing in the street


5. PER QUALCHES EURO IN PLU

Walking on the edge of the Meuse on your horse
You're stealing and raping with no remorse
Seeing the city bank adjoining almost at noon
Prime hunter you are, Prime envious you'll stay
You keep your gun carefully on the right side
And the reins proudly on your left with pride
Go down the hill and stay on this way
The little streets full of ennemies
Ready to disarm
Those one who formely burned your farm
four or five pitchies to raise your prize
Per Qualche Euro In Plu you won't be braver
You won't recover your brilliancy
But don't be ashamed for those foolers
they really don't deserve any mercy
The little streets full of ennemies
Ready to disarm
Those one who formely burned your farm
four or five pitchies to raise your prize
Per Qualche Euro In Plu you won't be braver
You won't recover your brilliancy
But don't be ashamed for those foolers
they really don't deserve any mercy
Walking on the edge of the Meuse on your horse
You're stealing and raping with no remorse
Seeing the city bank adjoining almost at noon
Prime hunter you are, Prime envious you'll stay
You keep your gun carefully on the right side
And the reins proudly on your left with pride
Go down the hill and stay on this way


6. HARD ROCK AND ROLL

I'm not afraid of spiders
Neither by the crawling scorpions
I don't give a fuck to monsters
I just go my way and I ask no questions
I used to be tiny and unusefull
With my short speedo near the swimming pool
When I met a weird troll
Screaming "Hard Rock And Roll"
I'm not afraid of spiders
Neither by the crawling scorpions
I don't give a fuck to monsters
I just go my way and I ask no questions
I used to be tiny and unusefull
With my short speedo near the swimming pool
When I met a weird troll
Screaming "Hard Rock And Roll"
At the end of your fucking pop days
And the end of your painfull electro ways
your musical familly stay by your side
Raise the fist, raise your head with glory and pride
Soldier of the distortion, knight of the kick
You feel proud even through you look a little sick
I'm not afraid of spiders
Neither by the crawling scorpions
I don't give a fuck to monsters
I just go my way and I ask no questions
I used to be tiny and unusefull
With my short speedo near the swimming pool
When I met a weird troll
Screaming "Hard Rock And Roll"
At the end of your fucking pop days
And the end of your painfull electro ways
your musical familly stay by your side
Raise the fist, raise your head with glory and pride
Soldier of the distortion, knight of the kick
You feel proud even through you look a little sick
At the end of your fucking pop days
And the end of your painfull electro ways
your musical familly stay by your side
Raise the fist, raise your head with glory and pride
Soldier of the distortion, knight of the kick
You feel proud even through you look a little sick


7. THREATENED BY YOUR SLIP

I was so threatened by your slip
I feel so being in a tight squeeze
I wanted to drop it in a pit
I wished to never see that again
To make certain of those clothes were yours
I've hidden them under under the remote control
I was so threatened by your slip
I feel so being in a tight squeeze
To make certain of those clothes were yours
I've hidden them under under the remote control
Drop these spots away
Yellow and brown maculate the texture
The washing machine is in the tick of the pray
Your old slip won't stay a failure
Faithfully promised to a nearing death
Your haggish underwear will look like
A brand new one that you could breath
Your brand new pal with who to hike
I was so threatened by your slip
I feel so being in a tight squeeze
I wanted to drop it in a pit
I wished to never see that again
To make certain of those clothes were yours
I've hidden them under under the remote control
I was so threatened by your slip
I feel so being in a tight squeeze
To make certain of those clothes were yours
I've hidden them under under the remote control
Drop these spots away
Yellow and brown maculate the texture
The washing machine is in the tick of the pray
Your old slip won't stay a failure
I was so threatened by your slip
I feel so being in a tight squeeze
To make certain of those clothes were yours
I've hidden them under under the remote control


8. THE GREAT SUPERVILAIN

You are the fly in my coffee cup
You are the typist without pen just to crick my neck
You raise my head up
He runs into extremes when
Two drops of wash-up runs belong
The unholy bottle farts its last drop
Then I try to feel proud
You are a plurality of own frustrations
The shallow basin of number two
Hidden by number three's conscience
And ejected by drain-pipe too
Hidden by number three's conscience
You are a plurality of own frustrations
The shallow basin of number two
Hidden by number three's conscience
Two drops of wash-up runs belong
The unholy bottle farts its last drop
Then I try to feel proud
When you're stressed with the hard-brush
She falls inside an holeless side
Corroborated with an awfull delay
Your bus has gone and now you pray
You are a plurality of own frustrations
The shallow basin of number two
Hidden by number three's conscience
And ejected by drain-pipe too