When you ask me where I come from
Well, I think that you would love it too
They say the alley is nothing but a sewer
Working class neighbourhood
Put yourself in my place
I’ve got a market to dominate
It’s the law of supply and demand
A crowd of young punx that I can u

Memory loss, bleeding from ear
That’s all to be expected with a cracked skull
Everything’s back on track, guys
Valle is drunk, ema’s on the run
Where is ivan? Who fuckin’ knows?
It could well be, he took an overdose
Of pussy, or white wine, or good smokin’ drugs
It’s

I'm a locomotive killer, through your soul I see
And you're lyin' on a railway: the next train is me!
I've been spending all my fuckin' life fighting people like you
'cause you're living in a Poserland! I'm gonna show you the Truth...

I'm a locomotive killer, through your soul

Some men associated with an italian bloody gang
Where shot to death by several men dressed in black
The thrasher’s day massacre as it was known
Was never officially linked to anyone

The city gained a widespread reputation for violence
This phenomenon coincided with the rise

Listen what I say, you'd better start to pray!
The day has come for me 'n' the boys to run
An open Highway, 'cause the fire still burns...
An' if you're scarred, just call me bad
If it's too loud just shout your mouth!
"The Great Big Bang" is all I sing about!

Caught in

Every time you're alone in the night
Some kind of nightmare put you uptight
An' it's so bad when you meet it in the Streets
It's gonna get you an' it's gonna get me...
The fuckin' world turns 'round 'n' round
Get to the Pit: soon you're pushed about!
Here's your Disaster,

I come from a land of fire and flames
A good mother loves all her children the same
My brother’s an asshole, my sister’s a bitch
I play with my knife and you soon need a stitch

There’s something in my blood I just can’t deny, alright!
A mixture of honor and sexual pride

Too many bombs, too many tombs, too many cops
A mess of blood, too many war pigs, too many lies
Too many tears, too many cries
I wanna know, what’s going on? Is it a nightmare?
Is it a song? Is it a joke? Is it a movie?
Don't wanna be the hero of a neverending story

I'l

Step by step, walkin' through the city
maybe I'm lonely but not alone
Lots of women walk around the streets: fresh flesh for my gun.
I've seen enough, maybe I've seen too much
I really didn't like what I saw...
Nothin' can feed the hunger, but I really ain't goin' back home..

Do you remember the night that we met?
I was so drunk and you were getting wet
So I told you: Won't you take me home?
I've got a need that's about to explode
But I don't think you got the idea
I still remember that you whispered in my ear
I'm a lady of the old school kind

We’ve got trouble ahead, I tell you my friend
Stop doin’ that and follow me instead
You’re fixing to let those teenage hormones
Get ya into a hell of fire and moans
I know she amuses, but to let her kill you
Is hard in your line
A big boss in our gang
You think that y

It was just a rainy Tuesday in the summer of ‘89
I was there to meet a patriot
One of those of the killing kind

So we met in his favourite hangout
The gasoline road bar and grill
Just look for the skinhead with the rose tattoo
It’s me

That fuckin’ head was a lands

Let me introduce you my nasty life
The nacked truth, the other side of Night
Sweet modern Tale for the years to come...
Just a Problem Child, a Legal Case
Sad and lonley, lost in a maze
I went to my Father: "This house is not my home"...
"Might is Right" he used to say, s

Extreme heavy metal music
High speed riffing and aggression
Shredding-style lead work
Overkill, sodom, exodus!
It’s all about the way we live
Not a joke and not a pose
I’ve got the need, I’ve got the will
An’ I’m ready to go!

Dirty attitude rooted in the
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