1. Zombie Blood Nightmare

Drinking and dancing and female nudity
Dancing round the bonfire as they weave their witchery
Disembrained bodies coming back from the dead
Disembowelled hands take the brains from your head
Because once you look into their eyes
You'll see their faces is full of worms
A heap of guts in clever disguise
Their aim to make you zombified

No! (No!) It can't be you, you're dead! (Dead!)
No! (No!) You can't bury me, I'm alive! (Alive!)

Lusting for treasure and killing for wealth
Enslaving the natives and toasting your health
Drums of the voodoo gods are sounding out in the swamp
Resurrection ritual, it's you that they want
Once you look into their eyes you'll soon become a ghoul of gore
Zombies teach cannibals to be afraid
They're cruel like never before

Approaching the plantation at the setting of the sun
Now you'll see before your eyes what voodoo rites have done
Retiring to your mansion to count your wealth once more
Fingernails will scratch the pine as you're throwing
back the door to say...

2. Evil Voices

An unlucky dip in the bargain bin
A ghostly tape with daemons within
Written on the label was an ancient hand
Told of distant times and of worrisome lands
I played it backwards then in reverse
It told me things that were perverse

Evil voices, evil hands
Evil voices, evil commands

Who what would have thought my hand could do that
Gave me a wedgie, set fire to my flat
They start up quiet but end up talking loud
My hands grab the steering wheel, aims for a crowd
Horrorsome daemons trapped within
Bound by chromium, consumed by sin

There's a vortex in the fridge, the food flies about
Throttled by savages, I cannot get out
An unholy choir chants in my mind
Exposing predictions to destruct mankind

3. Final Fight

Cody, Mad Gear, Haggar, vengeful, slums,
uptown, subway, Hollywood, 2P, Axel,
Sodom, Thrasher, katana, barrels,
dynamite, burger

Subway, city, violence, cage
Thriving on the streets of rage

My car, street fighter, wheelchair, pipe knife,
glazed ham, trash can, Molotov, Jenny
Get the fuck up out of that chair it's you
I'm battering now
Armies of the night combined can't stop
revenge somehow
A moustache-wielding mayor with two-fisted
slamming power
To save my daughter and eat the hams is the
order of the hour

4. Time Crime

Napoleon Blownapart, 1610 –
Martin Luther, they did it again
World War Two, 1945 – tourists
from the future, they did not
survive Panzers at Hastings,
1066 – we fought with lasers, they fought with sticks
Nuking the Romans in 238,
Enslaving the Cavemen in times before date

Strange confusion in space and time
Today, tomorrow, they blur the lines
Yesterday could be tomorrow's today
But yesterday could be tomorrow too

A knight with an uzi, that makes no sense
With mammoths and Mongols there is no defence
Hitler meets Caesar, Stalin and Nero
They're building a robot, so don't be a hero

Tyrannosaurus rampage in London town
Jack The Ripper wears the Russian crown
Stonehenge ruined in a hail of rockets
Shakespeare's eyes – pulled from the sockets

5. Global Warning

Mankind laughed and nature wept
Through alarm bells we have slept
We brought this upon ourselves
Pollution made the icecaps melt
We plundered forests for our need
When not at war we fuelled our greed
Looking out for the human race
We poisoned sea and cluttered space

With acid rain pouring from the sky
Land engulfed in the rising tide
No heed paid to this noble warning
The end result is a global warning

Summer gets hotter every year
In fifty more no tigers here
Houses slipping into the sea
Millions sinking in poverty
They drilled the mines before we were born
Turned our trees to stacks of porn
With fag butts all across the ground
No trees for hugging now

Many treaties that we broke
Morning air that makes us choke
We made money our deity
But caring for the planet was our responsibility
Nobody knows how high the price
To create some future paradise
It's your grandchild in an oxygen mask
Staring out the window at the back of the class

6. OCP

I killed Bob Morton 'cause he made a mistake
Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
Now it's time to erase that mistake
Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
Y'see, I've got this problem; I don't like cops
And cops don't like me (Bitches leave)
Can you fly Bobby? Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
What is this shit? Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
I work for OCP, Dick Jones! Dick Jones!
OCP runs the cops

7. Hammer Slammer

The city is stunned, a madman is loose
He's brandishing a mallet for malleting heads
Victims are mounting in alleys and lanes
Where are the police now this madman is loose?

Hammer! Hammer!
Hammering at will
Slammer! Slammer!
Slamming for thrills
Hammer! Horror!
That is my game
Hammer! Slammer!
That's my name

Striking by night in the canyons of town
Attacked in the back, he brings the sledge down
Being mashed up by a bloodthirsty clown
A mentally mad killer of murderous renown

I drive victims into the ground like nails into a bit of wood
Every day I'm on the news but none of them has understood
I watch TV, what do I see?
A useless world that's full of shit
I like my job, I'm good with tools
I'll fix society bit by bit

The city is stunned, a hammer is slammed
Swinging from a string from a blood-soaked hand
Victims at random, smacked for thrill
Madness without pattern that's continuing still

8. Sentenced To Thrash

Thrashing around, banging your head
Wrecking your room, there's sick on the bed
So stick on destruction, crack open a beer
Your deafened-up neighbours are lining up to sue you
Down at the clink it's a hard life
Breaking your back to mortal way of live
Smashing up the rocks 'till dakness descends
Parole in ten years then the trashing will end
I'm shackled to these bullet belts for all eternity
The warden laughs in his gasmask as I scream in search of sanity
Guilty as fuck, it's sentencing day
Sent to the slammer, attacked by the gays

Sticked up like a kipper, goodbye to my wife
I'm going down for a hundreds times life
I'm peeling potatoes but I'm carving a key
A life washing dishes, that's insanity
The warden is a bastard, my cell's a shoebox
I hope my dinghy won't get dashed on the rocks

9. Zombi Brew

Back from the grave, down to the pub
They always, always come back
They crave for a brew to wash down your brains
An eight percent grey matter sludge

Made from beer and brains
Doubles of mortal remains
Drain the dregs
Zombies will empty the kegs

They eat the living but drink their tins
Fermenting in the kegs the army kept them in
Watch your beers, the zombies are about
They're being touchy-feely and staring at your brain

Bent for the rent for another pint of that shit
They piss all over the offy floor
So I sold my soul for a tray of terror tins
A graveyard booze-up tonight

Wake up at six, struck by beer cancer
Time for a puke out my ass (and a good cry)
Zombie party wrecked my flat
I'll piss in the graveyard tonight

10. Hell Trucker

Riding the motorway to whence I go
Hell is the next stop with this cargo of souls
Only the damned are in my boot
Speed metal, the floor to my foot
My iron wheels are crushing steel
The firey engine screams doom
Nazis flee and go screaming to hell
Where this highway leads

I am a hell trucker
Laying waste to the road
With a neutron bomb as my load
Watch me go

I am a hell trucker, bodies on the road
Skulls beneath you will see
As my claw is upon this bomb
The nuclear end thus will be

11. Return Of The Technodrome

In a steel beast that lives underground
A despot, a madman, they plot
The eye of the Technodrome,
the all-seeing eye
Prepares for the coming attack

Banished to Dimension X, they
swore they would return
Rock soldiers, Mutants, kill as one
Living ball of steel rolling through
the town
Hypnotising eye returns from
'neath the ground
Limit of our powers surely soon
we'll find
Terror of the technodrome shafts
us from behind

There's a vortex in the sky, they'll
drain out the power
And plunge our world to black
Behind the plan, a brain with a face
Prepares the final attack

Sai and swords, bo and flails cannot
stop them this time
Return of the fly, fight, fly or die
Drive them back to hell

12. Thrashoholic

We bang 'til death and lay siege to the pub
With tankards and pints in the air
Straight edgers worst fears, we're addicted to beers
Though wiskey and cider get their share
Back in the day when the beer fuelled thrash
The tempo of the metal was high but take out the cans
And youthanasia is planned a force of habit left you
high and dry

We're thrash, thrash to the core
Our love for cans we can't ignore
Your turn to shotgun
Thrashoholic means booze for everyone

We drink our pints, then order some tins
When they kick us out of the pub
Then back at due place we'll draw cocks on your face if you pass out on the floor

Drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking
A testament to our kidney pains
Vomit, vomit, vomit, vomit
Sick it up, drink it again
Thrashing and drinking
Boozing and pissing
Vodka, cider, special brew
We've got no money

13. In The Court Of General Zod

Trapped in a mirror, freed by a bomb
To rule over Earth with sadistic aplomb
Moon villainess rules by his side
A brute force of evil serves in mute pride
With lofty ideas, dictator from space
Using his lasers, the past he'll erase

Taken by force, a world that's not theirs
You'll kneel before them and one day your heirs
Done in the name of a cruel new god
One way to worship; to kneel

Concentrated lasers very spooky in his eyes
An alien salute that blows a chopper from the skies
Storming on the White House, his beard for all to see
He laughs at their defences as he puts them on their knees
He feeds on the sunlightm stealing its power
Gloating his madness in our darkest hour

Why do you say these things, when you know I will kill you for it?

Cruel cold intelligence beyond what humans know
Seeking out a power source among the northern snow
Condemned by the council but ruling once again
Aloof to our suffering in the reign of supermen
Insidious treason, a fascistic plot
Get on your knees, the one hope we've got

14. Space Invaders

Distant powers, outer space
Evil forces, the human race
Comets landing in your town
Heed the warning, get underground

We fight them on the sea and land
Death-ray turns your face to sand
To wipe the earth of humans clean
They are evil, short, green

Visitors came and promised peace
On human cattle now they will feast
Don't ask for mercy, they won't comply
So bolt your doors and watch the sky
To Serve Man, they landed here
Burning through the upper atmosphere
Sucking out guts with a lizard's eyes
So bolt your doors and watch the sky
Watch the sky

Push the button, set the charge
Sending our rockets to wipe out Mars
Cities burned, armies fell
Planet Earth becomes a living hell

15. Bullet Belt

Thrash titans of yesteryear, they have failed us with
their recent piss
We reject their progressive dross, call it rot that it
truly is
Legions of thrashers with nothing to thrash to on the city streets

It's time to fill the thrash vacume
It's time to thrash like it's '86

Put on your bullet belt
Sonic death your face will melt
Back to reign, here's to say
Thrash your brains or go away

Now we will vaporise the diet metal pansies
The techno enthusiasts will finally pay for their
crimes
A new age for thrash metal is finally at hand