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Gehennah: "Too Loud To Live, Too Drunk To Die" – 2016

энциклопедия: Gehennah

Состав группы:

  • Mr. Violence – вокал
  • Rob Stringburner – гитара
  • Charley Knuckleduster – бас
  • Hellcop – ударные

Приглашённые музыканты:

  • Henke Palm – гитара
  • Konie – гитара
  • Tobias Lindkvist – вокал
  • Hellbutcher – вокал
  • Josabeth Leidi – вокал

Gehennah: "Too Loud To Live, Too Drunk To Die" – 2016

Композиции:

  1. Still The Elite
  2. Life Metal Must Die
  3. Too Loud To Live, Too Drunk To Die
  4. Scumbag
  5. Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life
  6. Let's Fall Off The Wagon
  7. 'Cause We're A Street Metal Band
  8. Tonight We Fight
  9. When All Else Fails – Destroy!
  10. Low On Cash, High On Speed
  11. We Stole Your Song
  12. Unholy & Unpleasant
  13. All Of The Decadence, None Of The Success

Лирика

1. Still The Elite

It ain't no secret we've seen better days
Ain't no lie we chose some unhealthy ways
Compared to you we still come out on top
You're no success, you're a fraud and a flop

Live in the gutter, don't need a roof
Homelessness is manly, and we're the proof
We build our thrones of garbage and waste
Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste

Still the elite of all mankind
Better than you and your friends combined
Still the elite of the universe
We're in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth

Me and the boys, we're still living life rough
Never bought into your daily life bluff
Won't take no paycheck, we steal what we need
Won't ever be part of society

You better watch out on the wrong side of town
If we pick up your scent, we'' hunt you down
We operate by the code of the street
Won't ever wimp out, we're the fucking elite

2. Life Metal Must Die

Don't wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong
Don't wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song
We like our music raw, filthy and obscene
You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean

W'er waging war cause we hate your style
LIFE METAL MUST DIE
Punishment will come without a trial
LIFE METAL MUST DIE

If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true
Then we'll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue
We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure
If you're wimping out the scene, you will never be secure

If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet
Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete
If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too
That's not a promise, that's a threat aimed at you!

3. Too Loud To Live, Too Drunk To Die

Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens
Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead
Our lousy judgment has always called the shots
Every decision carried without second thought

Always in trouble, always chased down by the law
Always out of line, always pushing it too far
Everybody says we belong six feet underground
We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound

We should be long gone but we just won't go away
Deserve to be killed for the way we behave
But we'll stick around 'til we can't piss on your grave
We're too loud to live, too drunk to die

Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake
People think our survival has to be a mistake
When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn
Always asking themselves why we ain't dead and gone

Our presence ain't welcome but we have come to stay
We're never gonna leave, we will never go away
We'll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights
Maybe we're too loud to live but we're too drunk to die

4. Scumbag

Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere
My place haven't been cleaned in years but I'm too lazy to care
I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear
Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare

I'm a scumbag

Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude
I'm the reason people quit their jobs, I'm the reason people move
Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act
I'm the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back

Haven't worked a day in my life, I haven't even tried
My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied
I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts
Then I'll give YOU a call when it's time to borrow some more

5. Gehennah Will Destroy Your Life

Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line?
Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine?
Join us on our journey, follow in our trail
Won't slow down until we are all dead or in jail

It's a one way ticket to self destruction
Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction
Get ready to life your days like a swine
Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine
Gehenna will destroy your life

There ain't no return once the die is cast
We're going downhill and going fucking fast
Ain't got no goal beyond another bender
Ain't got no friends but the public defender

6. Let's Fall Off The Wagon

It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick
My body's aching and my mind was playing tricks
I haven't had a drink the last one or two days
Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise

Time to fall off the wagon

Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop's coming too
Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze
Let's wake up the neighbors, let's disturb the peace
Blasting early Sodom every Raven release

A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar
And through the fucking wall we parked the car
The annoying bartender whined and complained
We slapped his face and got back to drinking again

7. 'Cause We're A Street Metal Band

Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude?
Why have you got such a bad attitude?
ow come you're drunk in the early afternoon?
How come your gigs are always out of tune?

Cause we're a street metal band, you poser
Live life like a fucking bulldozer
Yeah, we're a street metal band, pretty boy
Put on this Earth to destroy

Why do you smell like filthy hounds?
How come you never clean up your sound?
How can it be that you're still around?
When you should all be six feet underground

Why do you always lie, steal and cheat?
How come you suck but still claim you're the elite?
How can you live in such deprivation?
How come you leave a trail of pure devastation?

8. Tonight We Fight

Cruising in the streets, it's Saturday night
Asking for trouble, looking for a fight
Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other
It's gonna go down, one way or another

You'll be many and we'll be few
But we're harder and meaner than all of you
We're scarred and bloody and will never stop
And we're heading straight for the fucking top

Armed with chains, pipes and bats
Got knuckles dressed in black
We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab
'Cause tonight we fight

The street's our arena, the gutter is our stage
We're coming through like a fucking earthquake
Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks
Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks

A discarded outcast violent mob
Watching over our turf like rabid dogs
You can stick around but if you're not approved
We'll use excessive force to get you removed

People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite
You can try to hide and you can run for your life
But you'll know for a fact when we're coming to town
The Geneva Convention won't be around

9. When All Else Fails – Destroy!

When you're all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks
When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough
When they pushed you too far, won't give you credit at the bar
When your demons catch up, but you don't give a fuck

When all else fails – destroy

When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned
When they're hot on your trail, wanna at you in jail
When you're all out of luck, but it's too late to stop
Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin' mark

10. Low On Cash, High On Speed

Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind
Not a single care for the mess I leave behind
Speed is my name and riding fast is my game
But I'm short on fuel and it's your turn to pay

I'm low on cash but high on speed
Another night in the fast lane is what I need
Sobriety is the enemy
So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me

Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor
Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm
I'm heading your way and I'm heading it hard
You better be ready with that MasterCard

Tires are smoking as I'm speeding through town
Full moon is rising and I'll never slow down
Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer
And when my tank is full, I'm outta here

11. We Stole Your Song

I was up all night I had to write a brand new song
With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long
But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit
Then I remembered this band that just released a hit

I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan
Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band
Now we're almost ready with our next LP
Because we broke into your song and stole your idea

We stole your song

We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs
Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list
The lyrics were awful except for a line or two
The solo was not great but I guess it will do

So maybe we're not gonna break new ground
Not make a career with a brand new sound
But we'll release an album, or maybe two
And almost all of the songs are written by you

12. Unholy & Unpleasant

We're the ones you heard about, untight but really loud
Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd
Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face
Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace

We're the ones you read about, still living the dream
Anti-fit, out of shape, won't follow the stream
True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act
Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks

We're unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks
Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks
Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene
Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean

We're the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight
Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night
Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal
Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal

13. All Of The Decadence, None Of The Success

So you're thinking of joining a street metal band?
There are a few things you have to understand
You won't find any of that glory and fame
But tons of humiliation and shame

This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive
You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive
Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking
But the drugs aren't free and the sex is revolting

All of the decadence, none of the success
All of the habits, but none of the cash
None of the career highs, but lots of lows
For every fan you'll make a hundred foes

We been in this game for 20+ years
We're like a disease that won't disappear
Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene
Always untight, always unclean

But life at the bottom comes at a cost
To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft
So listen up kid, take a word from the wise
Get out while you can, or you will pay the price

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