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True Hate Never Dies
02:58
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All across the floors and walls, dripping from the ceiling
Through the darkness loathing crawls - how well I know this feeling
Mercy just a ghost that comes to haunt the hopeless crying
Not much left to seperate the living from the dying.
Damn your eyes.
Grind another axe to chop more lies out of more heads
We're all books of blood, when we are opened we are red
Curse this ground I walk upon, slanderise my name
Hate those who are different hate those who are all the same.
All Rise.
It conquers all
It is old and wise.
Empires fall, true hate never dies.
Carnage on the ground, questions in the air that never find a voice
No blood can be spared.
Never turn the other cheek, forget or forgive
This earth was never for the meek
None shall live.
Despise.
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Necronomicon
03:05
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Have you seen her eyes?
For Gods sake what happened to her eyes?
She's down in a cellar screaming 'You will die,
Like the others before you by the number.
Why have you disturbed our sleep - awakened us from our ancient slumber?
We'll get you one by one. You'll never take the Necronomicon'.
We just played that tape, and now the woods outside attack and rape.
We'll never leave here alive.
'Like the others before you by the number.
Why have you disturbed our sleep - awakened us from our ancient slumber?
We'll get you one by one. You'll never take the Necronomicon'.
And so it went. total bodily dismemberment is the only real goodbye.
'Like the others before you by the number.
Why have you disturbed our sleep - awakened us from our ancient slumber?
We'll get you one by one.
You will die,
Like the others before you by the number.
Why have you disturbed our sleep - awakened us from our ancient slumber?
We'll get you one by one. You'll never take the Necronomicon.
You'll never take the Necronomicon.
You'll never take the Necronomicon'.
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Collarbomb
01:58
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Girl in the collarbomb gonna make you mine
Girl in the collarbomb gonna make you mine
We'll be together 'til you're out of time.
Girl in the collarbomb, all eyes on you
Girl in the collarbomb, all eyes on you
When you walk through a crowd they all step back and let you through
Hey you where'd you get the collarbomb?
Fashionista heart attacks
Hey you where'd you get the collarbomb?
Everybody stand right back.
Girl in the collarbomb, what makes you tick?
Girl in the collarbomb, what makes you tick?
Gonna find you're button then I know we're gonna click
Hey you where'd you get the collarbomb?
Fashionista heart attacks
Hey you where'd you get the collarbomb?
Everybody stand right back.
Girl in the collarbomb gonna miss you so
Girl in the collarbomb gonna miss you so
But when you lose your head then you want the world to know
Hey you where'd you get the collarbomb?
Fashionista heart attacks
Hey you where'd you get the collarbomb?
Everybody stand, everybody stand right back.
Gotta date ya to detonate ya,
Everybody get the fuck out.
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The Great Brain Robbery
02:11
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There's a fire behind my face, a madness I can taste
That will rage as it has through countless years of falling from grace
Like a vampire to the vein, like a masochist to pain, like an undertaker to a widows tears I'm bound for the insane...man woman and child.
Give me my brain back. Give me my brain back
You don't want my mind.
I don't expect my fortune, I don't deserve a friend.
I know that one day I began and someday I will end.
I'll eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry,
Fuck when I'm horny, curse when I die,
Scream once in a while.
Give me my brain back. Give me my brain back
I'm coming for my mind.
Did anyone see what happened to me?
Did anyone see The Great Brain Robbery?
In my head a tune I remember, in my hand a black smoking gun.
Barefoot see me walk on the embers, see blood run,
Long mile after mile.
Give me my brain back. Give me my brain back
Stay clear of my mind.
Give me my brain back. Give me my brain back
I come for my mind.
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I hate having you around, you all go live in the ground, take with you all the tricks you’ve ever tried. And down there in the dirt I hope you’ll always have that hurt, and shame upon your pride surrendered to all you’d defied.
Sometimes I wake up in the street in a cold sweat and bare feet. Down the wall onto the floor I slide. When the shaking stops and the hyperventing drops I lift my hands to hide the last of the teenage suicides.
(Blow your brains out, blow your brains out).
But I did it all for me, ‘cos despite what you decree the grass is only greener by gravesides.
May your demise linger on until all doubt is dead and gone, you couldn’t if you tried have been a teenage suicide.
CAE/IPI: 251811588
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Play With Fire (Live)
02:39
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You can keep your hypocrisy and your sad catalogue clothes and your latest coloured car as long as everybody knows that when you play with me you play with fire. Don't play with me, or you play with fire.
I can suffer fools and ignorants, move among them taking as I please. So gullible, incapable to think or even get up off their knees.
They believe they are the beautiful but their intolerance shows. Their fears out on display to me as they look on down their nose.
Hate me all you fucking like just remember I can hate you more. In your life pursuit of ownership you're getting fucked like any other fucking whore.
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Stop That Monkey
01:09
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Stop that fucking monkey that monkey's gonna fry.
That motherfucking monkey's wanted by the FBI.
We throw it at the monkey, the monkey throws a fit, the monkey goes bananas and it's time for us to split.
Stop that fucking monkey that monkey's gonna fry.
That motherfucking monkey's wanted by the FBI.
If we don't stop that monkey that's really fucking it.
If we don't stop that monkey holy motherfucking shit.
Someone stop that monkey.
Who can stop that monkey?
Code red. Stop that monkey.
Thousands dead. Stop that monkey.
Cities trashed. Stop that monkey.
Markets crashed. Stop that monkey.
Hopes dashed. Stop that monkey.
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The Curse
03:08
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I put that snake in your belly, you see I knew what was coming. It turned your guts into jelly, made you bleed like a woman.
What you don't understand you won't believe exists.
Solution in your hand for you to slash your wrists.
Because I know how to see things with more than just my eyes I see how a bad choice brings a very high price.
And I know where to get hate in its purest form - I go to the source and I wait in the eye of the storm.
So how do you like my mumbo-jumbo now?
Aint no way I'm gonna lift this curse, no, no no, no way, no how.
Your heart is wrenched out from inside. A gaping cavity where any hope that was left dies to burn for me. Burning in flames so black that they are never seen, so evil they burn forever slicing like a guillotine.
Oh things get steadily steadily worse I vow.
Aint no way I'm gonna lift this curse, no, no no, no way, no how.
And when your bad times really come I will know, I'll see.
And when your bad times really come you remember me.
And when you think it's all behind you and you count the cost, all that's left serves to remind you of all you have lost.
Dragged down again without mercy as your nerves explode.
Let the one who dealt the curse see your fabric corrode.
When what's left screams out for the end scream on now.
Aint no way I'm gonna lift this curse, no, no no, no way, no how.
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You down there, I'm up here dancing on your grave...
And when you die in fits of fear, my dancing feet - the last things you hear.
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The Hangmen England, UK
Veteran underground 'cult' band shooting punk rock n' roll ammo using Psychobilly
hardware.
Slogging countless loud sweaty gigs and tours across the UK, Europe & North America with a prolific self-penned repertoire of dark , raw devils music that spans eight albums to date, The Hangmen are for the 'Play Loud' crowd with a canny knack for never repeating themselves, or anyone else.
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