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Rocket From The Crypt




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Rocket From The Crypt Album



2002
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Bucket of Piss
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Dumb Blind and Horny
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Outsider
10.
Too Many Balls
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Oh I wanna go, yeah we gotta leave it right now
Opportunity knocks so let's barge on in
Oh I wanna beat the door down just to look inside
Our vital signs look good but our chances are slim, way grim

So I killed it anyway, I killed it anyway
Stand back, look proud and tall
Be afraid of what you see and not attack
I'm not invisible...

Oh I gotta go, yeah we gotta leave it right now
When opportunity knocks let's barge on in
The sour truths and the vengeance sweet
Memory is full but nothing to keep
So pull back those dirty sheets
Let's see that wet spot now

So I killed it anyway, I killed it anyway
Stand back, look proud and tall
Be afraid of what you see and not attack
I'm not invisible...

Live from Camp X-Ray

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Last chance to get rich off this shit that makes me sick
You think you've seen it all, yeah you haven't seen shit you moron

Come on, you better look behind your back
You better turn around, you better turn around, you better turn around
You better say who's fault now, who's fault now, who's fault
You better get down before the heat starts to burn and make you melt

Last chance to get fucked off this shit that we can't trust
You think you've seen it all, yeah you're gonna see it again you moron

You better look behind your back
You better turn around, you better turn around, you better turn around
You better say who's fault now, who's fault now, who's fault
you better get down before the heat starts to burn and make you melt

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I can't feel my legs, I can't feel my legs
I can't feel my legs but I don't miss them
I can't feel my head, I can't feel my head
I can't feel my head but I don't miss it

Oh I wanna do it again...
And for once I believe that I belong...

I can't feel my arms, I can't feel my arms
I can't feel my arms, I wanna flip this out
I can't feel my head, I can't feel my head
I can't feel my head, oh what a relief

Oh I wanna do it again...
And for once I believe that I belong...

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The sirens are ringing in the summer time
It ain't a warning, it ain't a test
Air raids are blaring and it feels alright
You want more but you get less

It's gonna lose you, it's gonna fool you
It's gonna throw you off the scent and leave you behind
It's gonna lose you, it's gonna fool you
And leave you left by the promise of a compromise

Can you hear it, are you sleeping
Can you hear it, are you sleeping
Can you hear it, are you sleeping or not at home
Or are you not at home
Can you hear it, are you sleeping or not at home
Or are you not at home

Oh hail the sounds of summer time

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Bullheaded boy with nothing to show
My ears are deaf to what I don't know
The older I get stupidity grows
Yeah I don't care, I don't wanna know

I know it doesn't look so hot
It wasn't my best shot
Oh yeah if you only knew
That again and again we fall

I wanna know what I wanna know...

Curse what I know nothing about
It doesn't make you right
Oh yeah if you only knew
That again and again we fall

I wanna know what I wanna know...

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Slash out the windows
The curtains are drawn
Lock down the compound
Bolt it and guard
Divided and conquered
Then booted to space
Beg for survival
On the planet of race
Come on!

Was Darwin a Nazi
Evolved into hate
A hypnotized monkey
Confusion as bait
Let go the ego
And watch the bricks fall
The fossils keep talking
So burn the remains

And bring us bullets, bullets...
Shooop, shooop, please come again
Ah bring us bullets, bullets...
Shooop, shooop, your new friend
Ah bring us bullets, bullets...
Shooop, shooop, please come again
Ah bring us bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets...

Slash out the windows
The curtains are drawn
Lock down the compound
Bolt it and guard
Divided and conquered
Then booted to space
Beg for survival
On the planet of race

And bring us bullets, bullets...
Shooop, shooop, please come again
Ah bring us bullets, bullets...
Shooop, shooop, your new friend
Ah bring us bullets, bullets...
Shooop, shooop, please come again
Ah bring us bullets, bullets, bullets, bullets...
Whoo!

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Bucket of Piss

[No lyrics]

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Dumb Blind and Horny

[No lyrics]

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Outsider

[No lyrics]

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Too Many Balls

[No lyrics]

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