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Death Squad (USA) : Death Squad
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Lyrics
1. CHEEZE DEATH
Now do what you want
To me it's no difference
But don't let us hear it
We won't keep our distance
To us you are nothing
You don't follow instinct
We pity your judgement
Don't ask what we think
We will not conform
There's nothing you can do
As far as we're concerned
The mental cheeze is through
2. NO HELL
Now you know just what's in store
The final test for you
Just when you thought there was no more
The madness pulls you through
Put your head up to the bricks
You'll feel the death control your mind
Use your spirit - pull away
Or is it hell that you will find
Follow yourself, don't follow evil
Listen now before it's too late
The only hell you think is real
Is the Hell that you create
3. INSTRUMENTAL DEATH
(Instrumental)
4. EAT IT
Who the fuck are you
To tell me how it is
I know what I want
And you can't change my mind
Don't try to feed us
Your yellow virage
Keep it up buddy
It's you we will eat
Main course
Metal fed from grinder spout
To eat your mind and shit you out
Bolted down to suit your taste
Prove yourself you're such a waste
You better wait in line
Or get sent to the back
Any ideas you're outnumbered
Don't think you're tough
You finally see for yourself
What's right
Once you've had your taste
You can't get enough
Now do what you want
To me it's no difference
But don't let us hear it
We won't keep our distance
To us you are nothing
You don't follow instinct
We pity your judgement
Don't ask what we think
We will not conform
There's nothing you can do
As far as we're concerned
The mental cheeze is through
2. NO HELL
Now you know just what's in store
The final test for you
Just when you thought there was no more
The madness pulls you through
Put your head up to the bricks
You'll feel the death control your mind
Use your spirit - pull away
Or is it hell that you will find
Follow yourself, don't follow evil
Listen now before it's too late
The only hell you think is real
Is the Hell that you create
3. INSTRUMENTAL DEATH
(Instrumental)
4. EAT IT
Who the fuck are you
To tell me how it is
I know what I want
And you can't change my mind
Don't try to feed us
Your yellow virage
Keep it up buddy
It's you we will eat
Main course
Metal fed from grinder spout
To eat your mind and shit you out
Bolted down to suit your taste
Prove yourself you're such a waste
You better wait in line
Or get sent to the back
Any ideas you're outnumbered
Don't think you're tough
You finally see for yourself
What's right
Once you've had your taste
You can't get enough
