1. DEPARTURE LA

Enter the gate up in the air we go
Tin can missile returning long lost sickos
Leaving a trail of rancid entrails
wrapped around palm trees as well as necks in Beverly Hills

A trail of inhuman destruction in the land of the free
Horrible gruesome scenes covered in blood and pee

An aftermath of slaughter
A van dripping of blood
Left in an airport parking lot
Not even paid for

Soon enough the news will spread
Just like fire about all severed heads
Soon enough a legend is born
Of two monsters in a van oozing blood

Enter the gate up in the air we go
Tin can missile returning long lost sickos

An aftermath of slaughter
A van dripping of blood
Left in an airport parking lot
Not even paid for


2. FLESH DESPERADOS

Memories of salty sweat
Pouring from a frowning face
Deep thoughts of dismemberment
What to sever next
Limber fingers pulling
Bones from out its flesh
Skin sewn into a bag
To carry the remains of this mess

Left to swing in the wind
For someone soon to find
A perfect gift for anyone
Non machine washable

That's what we were
Flesh desperados
Waiting for a train
With passengers to massacre

Masks instead of sombreros
No guns only knives
And the occasional hatchet
And of course the much needed bone saw

Flesh desperados waiting for a train
Departure towards hell next stop utter pain

Left to swing in the wind
For someone soon to find
A perfect gift for anyone
Non machine washable

Flesh desperados
Flesh desperados


3. BACK ON FROSTBITTEN SHORES

Once again back to one crawled back to the start
Here to hide to rest to sleep recharge a sickened heart
Travelling the back roads into the ancient forests
The very place that birthed these utterly sick retards

In the dark and deep hidden away from society
Perfecting their skills to kill waiting to unleash again

Back to frostbitten shores
Where meat never spoils
Deep freezer land
The home of the sick and retarded

Reflecting on the ice two killers on the prowl
Returned once again to claim and capture a twisted dream

In the dark and deep hidden away from society
Perfecting their skills to kill waiting to unleash again

Back to frostbitten shores
Where meat never spoils
Deep freezer land
The home of the sick and retarded

Reflecting on the ice two killers on the prowl
Returned once again to claim and capture a twisted dream


4. EQUIPPED TO KILL

The tools of the trade do not come cheaply
Built by eager hands to fit a trade of killing
Forged in unholy fires the melted steel of sin
Jagged edges of hell to open up and eviscerate

A vest beneath the jacket hidden very close
To spring into action just in half a second

Ejecting blades to use in the coming kill
Supplying any tools needed for the slaughter
Strapped to murder to take on the fucking world
Enter my zone and you leave in several parts

Seeking out the victim an unsuspecting heap of meat
They never know I'm coming they never had a clue

The tools of the trade do not come cheaply
Built by eager hands to fit a trade of killing

Forged in unholy fires
The melted steel of sin
Jagged edges of hell
To open up and eviscerate

A vest beneath the jacket hidden very close
To spring into action just in half a second


5. MEAT BANDIT

Shiny as the sun
Cold as the moon and stars
Steel and plastic alloy
Interior made to suffer

Wielded by the carrion
Purveyors that are inside
Mobile hell fortress
Slaughterhouse on wheels again

You will be crushed
Under the vehicle of doom
Reincarnation of the old
Back again to roll you down

Meat bandit
Meet the new van
Insanity and steel
Makes you suffer again for real

Meat bandit
Meet the new van
Insanity and steel
Makes you suffer again for real

Meat bandit
Return again


6. THE CLEANERS THEME

The sweat on the brow how he toils away
At work to sever flesh yet never leaves a bloody mess
Tidy sickness on the prowl rubber gloves and sharpened blades
As he does his raids always neat and clean

Freak of a sickened place
A wretched spawn not of nature
Hunting down dirt
Both in dust and human form

The sweat on the brow how he toils away
At work to sever flesh yet never leaves a bloody mess
Tidy sickness on the prowl rubber gloves and sharpened blades
As he does his raids always neat and clean

Freak of a sickened place
A wretched spawn not of nature
Hunting down dirt
Both in dust and human form

The cleaners theme
The sounds of pain so obscene
Ripping and tearing apart
Leaving no trace at all


7. THE CLEANERS THEME 2

Instrumental


8. COME OUT AND PLAY DEAD

You will try to hide you think you might be safe
In your house locked in the cellar

We wait outside
We know just what you are
We wait on your lawn
We will mow you down
Come out and play
Play dead and in pieces
Come out and suffer
The ribspreader has come

Sneaking into your house
Licking your dripping fear
Ripping out your lungs
As you breathe still

Come out and play dead
Let us play with your severed head
Come out to suffer
Your ribs pulled apart

You will try to hide you think you might be safe
In your house locked in the cellar

We wait outside
We know just what you are
We wait on your lawn
We will mow you down
Come out and play
Play dead and in pieces
Come out and suffer
The ribspreader has come

Sneaking into your house
Licking your dripping fear
Ripping out your lungs
As you breathe still

Come out and play dead
Let us play with your severed head
Come out to suffer
Your ribs pulled apart


9. TRAVELLING BAND OF THE DEAD

No lyrics available