Kylähullut : Keisarinleikkaus

Crossover / Finland
(2004 - Kräklund Records Oy)
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Lyrics

1. MAKSA PASKANA (LIVER FUCKED UP)

(Leila, where are you I'm here in the well Fuck you then, leila)

I, the madman, bought it, the annual dose, mixing it up a bit
Now I've lost my consciousness like a clock on the wall, like someone was hammering me to the head
We drank the booze we got from the east with attitude, now half of us have completely lost their eye sight
I'm feeling like crap aswell, is this the end of everything, I bet I won't see the light anymore

Liver fucked up
Presents from the east
Liver fucked up
Presents from the east

I guess you can tell by looking at me that we began already in the morning, now everything is blurry as hell
Molotovs cocktail burnt my ass hair, I lost what I was wearing aswell

Liver fucked up
Presents from the east
Liver fucked up
Presents from the east

Fag!

Army of little devils is chasing me, even when I don't personally know rambo, you don't have to tell me
I'm starting to sweat and I'm having severe problems in keeping the feces inside the toilet

Liver fucked up
Presents from the east
Liver fucked up
Presents from the east

Liver fucked up
Presents from the east
Liver fucked up
Presents from the east


2. KRIITIKOIDEN HAUTAUSMAA

(Will you help me up from here
Don't even think about it)

Leila!

Hey you little soul out there, who inform
Pull the finger from your ass, before you smash your mouth any longer
And I urinate on your keyboard, and plant a virus into you
You'll suffer from it until you die, bitterly pining away

Cemetary of the critics
It awaits you
Cemetary of the critics
Is where you will be buried

You can't play even a single chord on a guitar
In spite of that you pretend you know everything when you whine
When you can't do anything else, it's better to keep reviewing
This is how an impotent ladies man can become an influential person

Cemetary of the critics
It awaits you
Cemetary of the critics
Is where you will be buried

Cemetary of the critics
It awaits you
Cemetary of the critics
Is where you will be buried
Cemetary of the critics
It awaits you
Cemetary of the critics
Is where you will be buried


3. NÖRTIN SURMA

(I have a sixpack of beer here Allright then)

Stares at the screen, loves the monitor
It's so wonderful to fiddle with this information breeder

Electricity breakdown, murder of the nerd, will probably change everything
If the screen blacks out for a second the panic begins

It's funny to fuck people over behind a nickname
Blast shit on the net without having to bear the consequences

Electricity breakdown, murder of the nerd, will probably change everything
If the screen blacks out for a second the panic begins

Murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd
Murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd

The surrounding world, it have no value
Fuck friends, you can find more from the net, fags

Electricity breakdown, murder of the nerd, will probably change everything
If the screen blacks out for a second the panic begins

Murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd
Murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd
Murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd
(Murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd, murder of the nerd)


4. AIKA

(Fuck, this is warm Well, sorry)

Time to lie, time to believe, time to hear the truth
Time to strike back, back, back, back

Time to confide, time to be disappointed, time to shoot the breeze
And time to strike back, back, back, back

(And allu shreds)

Back, back, back, back, back

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