4. Virus (Pestilence Mix)
Now here he creeps, punks and freaks
I'm talking about virus from the streets
Spread that virus, go for ???
Take down the resistance of yourself
Smoke some dope, waste you brain
Kick your health out the drain
Fuel injection make you high
Ram it up your ?? you know why
You catch it once, catch it twice
Catch it with your love device
Man is God's creator
Collecting lives to pay him later
Rip that thing and do the right stuff
'Cause messing with the girls ain't not enough
You can't lock it in no more surprise
Bursting out into the sky
Virus
You're the killer
You're the thriller
Gonna lock you up
Gonna rock you down
Gonna knock you out
Make you hide
This love ain't real it's just a fake
I don't care what you may
You gotta keep saying
??? better start prayin'
??? idea but it's too late
It's all destroyed what a shame
You're the victim he's the master
Beg for mercy, more 'n' faster
I'm rock and roll muscle with the basic time
My face is all out you've gone too far
Been saving for a million years or longer
You woke me up I'm even stronger
Cleaning out the face the birth of my mother
You'll never ever, you'll never have another
Blown to pieces, drowned in slime
No word on the tombstone, sign o' the time
8. Piggybank
Hopelessly retarded
Spluttering decay
Crying out the lament every night and every day
Hiding in the twilight
X-ray shades
Suffering from constipation, tripping out in space
I've been recoiled into stone age
Covetous a dream
Obnoxious and depraved, waking up in a scream
Sleeping in the morgue
A weird effect on me
Think I lost my consciousness, left reality
My inner circle's helter skelter, echoes lovin' ecstasy
I know I'll find a way to live, a way for you and me
Totally addicted under detrimental spell
And if I had a shotgun, I'd blow myself to hell
Let me be your piggybank for nothing but your smell
If I had a shotgun, I'd blow myself to hell
Squalid and deranged
I'm the outlaw of the kin
Will never be the same again, stuck in deadly sin
I slouch along the street
Instead of struttin' down the block
I still did not recover from that stunnin' cold shock
Away from phony people
Besides the way of life
I won't be blamed for loving you, I'll take you - be my wife