Backhoe Butchery : Mailbox Full Of Mouse-Traps

Thrash Metal / USA
(2007 - Self-Released)
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1. TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF

I'll stick a switchblade
Deep inside your guys
I'm more than crazy
I'm fucking nuts

Bound and gagged in a
Garbage bag
I'll tear your fucking head off
Don't you underestimate us
We'll tear your fucking head off
Killing you is what we do
It's why we came tonight
A shallow grave awaits you now
Goddamn right

You came looking for a fight
You got fucking killed
You're dead as shit
And I'm fucking thrilled

I'll tear your fucking head off


2. WORST INTENTIONS

I brought you to this place
With the worst intentions
I'm gonna introduce your flesh
To my worst inventions

Laughing at your pain
Bleeding through severed veins
Fucked mind cannot contain
Clinically insane

Your last breath is just the begining
Of my morbid plan
You've entered into the arms
Of a fucked up man

Hacking to pieces, diced and minced
If you weren't dead, now I'm convinced
Flames lick the feet
Of a mass of fresh fucking meat
Crimson puddles gather on the floor
It's not enough, I want more
Stalking the streets once again
My reign of terror never shall end


3. PARANOID... NO, REALLY PARANOID

Horrorific dreams my mind cannot dismiss
I wake up every morning covered in piss
Stuck to the sweaty sheers lying upon my bed
Something's coming, something's here
Something wants me dead

Government conspiracies, nuclear war
Those bastards got a taste of me
Now they want more
I'll stay here under my bed and suck my thumb
Here in my own little world I can't be seen by the
Scumm
I'm really really paranoid
Everything is after me
I'm so fucking paranoid
Aaaagggghhhh
Eee
I like being paranoid
I don't have to socialize
Come on, be paranoid
To hell with the bad guys
I know my lover is gonna leave
I'm going to catch an infectious disease
I'll be the victim of a random attack
My closest friend will put a knife in my back
I should have known better than to leave my chair
Those bastards can't get to me when I'm there
I'm stuck out here. No shelter
The voices in my head keep repeating
Helter Skelter


4. BOOB TUBE BESERKER

Flipping through the
Channels
Ass is growing numb
Celebrity exploitation
Pills to make my cock big
Pills to bust my gut
Pills to make me smile
Tech school for dropouts
And phone sex

The things I see on T.V.
They won't get to me
I'm happy with my dick

Men that fuck too much
Women that eat too little
Martha fucking Stewart
Doctor fucking Phil
Consolodate your debt
Patten your invention
Call the party line
Make your cock big


5. WHAT YOU DESERVE

Over your head
Drowning
Too pathetic to ask for help
Beg forgiveness
Plead for mercy, you know you need it
In your mind ruler of all you survey
Everyone bows to lick your boots

Everyone laughs behind your back
But you're too blind to see
Too fucking blind to see the truth
You have been merely tolerated
You call this love, You call this respect
You call this devotion
This is the life you earned yourself

What you get
Too stupid to call it a prize
To see envy in the mocks and sneers
Stupid enough to take this life and think yourself content
You get what you deserve


6. I SAW YOUR CROSS

I saw your cross today
Tied to the post
Where you took your last breath
Just a grimm reminder of how pathetic
We really are
You did not die for my sins
Intoxicated you lost your life
And now a symbol of the messiah
Erected in your fucking memory
I saw your cross with
A picture of your face adorned
With flowers
I saw your cross
With letters from the ones you left behind
I saw your cross. It left me to ponder for hours
And how I laugh at the ignorance of mankind


7. BACKHOE BUTCHERY

Bulldozer running you down
No mistakes we run your town
Backhoe digging your grave
This world we claim
You're our slaves

Backhoe Bloodlust
Butchery, Butchery, Butchery


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