Ripping, in your face, flying the metalpunk flag
If you think you got a chance, here's your fucking body bag
You don't have a clue what I came here to do, and that's cool with me
But I can't be cool when the saw pushes though
Out the back of your head a red mist sprays
Ohh don't you know, that your life's in danger when you come to one of these shows, I hope you know, chainsaw wielding maniacs is the only way
Strapped with a stihl 066, flying the metalpunk flag
If you think you've got a chance, here's your fucking body bag
I don't have a clue what you came here to do, and I don't give a fuck!
But I can't be cool when the saw pushes through
You'll end up in a pile of gore, discovered in muck
That your life's in danger when you come to one of these shows, I hope you know, chainsaw wielding maniacs is the only way
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