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Orange Goblin: "Coup De Grace" – 2002

энциклопедия: Orange Goblin

Состав группы:

  • Joe Hoare – гитара
  • Pete O'Malley – гитара
  • Ben Ward – вокал
  • Martyn Millard – бас
  • Chris Turner – ударные

Orange Goblin: "Coup De Grace" – 2002

Композиции:

  1. Your World Will Hate This
  2. Monkey Panic
  3. Rage Of Angels
  4. Made Of Rats
  5. Whiskey Leech
  6. Getting High On The Bad Times
  7. Graviton
  8. Red Web
  9. Born With Big Hands
  10. Jesus Beater
  11. We Bite
  12. Stinkin O' Gin

Лирика

1. Your World Will Hate This

Turning you on to a world full of shit
Twisted beyond a return
Filling our brain with a lot of cocaine
'Cos I got money to burn

We know that your world will hate this
This is what we do to survive

Reeking of ether and terminal madness
Trapped in a psycho disguise
I've got the heart of a wolf and I'm thinking
This is the best way to die

We know that your world will hate this
This is what we do to survive

This is the world that I share with the clowns
Loaded on vice and disease
Filling your head with an urge to be dead
The least you could do is say please

We know that your world will hate this
This is what we do to survive

We know that your world will hate this
This is what we do to survive

2. Monkey Panic

Don't feed the monkey, don't crack the whip
Monkey's snappin' necks like a forest fire is snappin' sticks
Don't fail to poison, don't fail to kill
Monkey breaks those chains tonight, you better head out for the hills

Now it's time for you to run
Got the fear, so get your gun
Drink your whiskey, drink your wine
Take your pills and come inside

Don't feed the monkey, don't turn him red
Violent retribution in the city of the dead
Born to chaos, born to kill
Lust for blood and thunder on that one way road to hell

Now it's time for you to run
Got the fear, so get your gun
Drink your whiskey, drink your wine
Take your pills and come inside
Chaos falling all around
Monkey tearing up the town
People running for their lives
Armageddon's here tonight

Don't feed the monkey, just feel the pain
Feel the mutilation of the monkey hurricane
Don't fail to poison, don't fail to kill
Monkey breaks those chains tonight, you better head out for the hills

Now it's time for you to run
Got the fear, so get your gun
Drink your whiskey, drink your wine
Take your pills and come inside
Chaos falling all around
Monkey tearing up the town
People running for their lives
Armageddon's here tonight

3. Rage Of Angels

The bigger the battle, the better the man
Bigger's the man with the gun in his hand
Hard is the hunt for the man with no name
The sun never sets on the last of the brave
Shootin' dice with the Lord of the Flies
Bowing your head to a God you despise
Choosing to live for the freedom of sin
You're closing your eyes but you're spreading your wings

The fire in your heart's like the fire of the gun
It's lost in the battle, now the war has begun
And I cannot resist the desire to burn
Like a child lost in hell, I've got so much to learn

Yeah, feel the rage of the outlaw messiah
Yeah, take a bullet to take you higher
Not a drug that can stop me from breathing
Not a drink that I haven't had
Not a man will be left standing
I'm the king, a man born bad

4. Made Of Rats

If it seems like I'm sinking
And I'm talking to the back of my hand
It's because I've been drinking
'Cos I don't understand
Why I'm out of my depth here
And I'm out of my mind
No one showed me an out door
And I didn't come in here to die

Made of rats
Made of rats, yeah
Made of rats

I got no silver lining
I've got holes in my shoes
I'm so tired of whining
All these downtrodden blues
Yeah, my head's a volcano
That's about to explode
And my brain's made of chalk, yeah
Now it slowly corrodes

Made of rats
Made of rats, yeah
Made of rats

I got no silver lining
He's got holes in his shoes
I'm so tired of whining
All these downtrodden blues
And I'm out of my depth, yeah
And he's out of his mind
No one showed me an out door
And we didn't come in here to die

Had enough isolation
Ain't in tune with no lord
Hope they bottle salvation
'Cos it's all I can afford
It's no long-term solution
We got no future plans
So for now, sit here drinking
As we talk to the back of our hands

Made of rats
Made of rats, yeah
Made of rats
Yes I was, fuckin' made of rats
Yeah, fuckin' made of rats, yeah
Made of rats
Made of rats
Alright

5. Whiskey Leech

I'm not about to change the course of mankind
But I found a little reason for living
I spoke to Elvis through a hole in the sky
And he told me all my sins were forgiven

So now I'm standing like a fool on the hill
An empty bottle and a handful of pills
And like an outlaw I got all that I need
But I'm taking everything that you're givin'

It's when the bottle takes you under its wing
That it starts to eat away at your brain, yeah
That's when your mind decides to call it a day
And the voices start to drive you insane, yeah

So charge your glasses to the devil's rebirth
Pour yourself another and prepare for the worst
I am the plague that brought the end of mankind
With a chance to do it over again, yeah

It's not a future that I hold in my hand
But a symbol of disease and destruction
A generation going out of their minds
High on dreams of death and abduction

Got revolution on the tip of my tongue
End of everything that's living under the sun
This quest for fire is about to explode
So whiskey is the only solution

6. Getting High On The Bad Times

Peeling myself from the ceiling
Digging a hole in the floor
Sleeping is out of the question
But I'm ready to drink some more

Only the strong will survive this
You're out of luck
Leaving you high and dry
'Cos when I feel like this, then I don't give a fuck

Getting high on the bad times
Getting high on the bad times

Losing control of my thinking
Can't feel the demons inside
Something is riding my train of thought
And it's eating away at my pride

Only the strong will survive this
You're out of luck
Leaving you high and dry
'Cos when I feel like this, then I don't give a fuck

Getting high on the bad times
Getting high on the bad times

My heart is a drum that I can't stop from beating
My head is a log that is rotting away
Legs that won't carry me over the mountain
Hands that are throwing my future away

Living a lifetime of bad times
All in the space of one day
The room keeps changing color
Somebody moved the door again

Only the strong will survive this
You're out of luck
Leaving you high and dry
'Cos when I feel like this, then I don't give a fuck

Getting high on the bad times
Getting high on the bad times
Getting high on the bad times
Getting high on the bad times

7. Graviton

(инструментал)

8. Red Web

An open wound for disease
The poison junk that you bleed
A parasite to your broken skin
Heretic urge in your brain
To pump the hate through your veins
And feed the lust of your necro sins

It's a sign for the demons in the hollow
Blood red is the path we have to follow
The armies of the dead march unforgiving
Red web is the haven for the living

Violent drug holocaust
A mutant vision of war
A soul dismembered by paranoia
An evil mind full of rage
A world so battered and slain
The charred remains of the perfect horror

It's a sign for the demons in the hollow
Blood red is the path we have to follow
The armies of the dead march unforgiving
Red web is the haven for the living

Open your eyes to a world that belies all the faces of death and destruction
Deep in your head, there's a little red web that was weaved by the corpse
of corruption

Disciples of the red web
Will come to bury the dead
And burn the flesh of the weak and broken
Macabre age of the damned
Will close the skeletal hand
And heed the ancient command that's spoken

It's a sign for the demons in the hollow
Blood red is the path we have to follow
The armies of the dead march unforgiving
Red web is the haven for the living

9. Born With Big Hands

Branded with irons under black skies
Born with the look of hate in those eyes
Raised on a mountain, like a stray beast
Only desire to kill what he needs

Conquered the wild, angry and mean
Moved to the city, age of sixteen
Fighting for money all over town
Hungry for blood and a heavyweight crown

He's not your average mountain man
'Cos he was born with big ol' hands
There's adamantium in those bones
He's got a jaw that's made of stone
With his barbarian beliefs
It's no surprise that he can't be beat
He's not your average mountain man
'Cos he was born with big ol' hands

Branded with irons under black skies
Born with the look of hate in those eyes
Raised on a mountain, like a stray beast
Only desire to kill what he needs

Conquered the world, angry and mean
Moved to the city, age of sixteen
Fighting for money all over town
Hungry for blood and a heavyweight crown

He's not your average mountain man
'Cos he was born with big ol' hands
There's adamantium in his bones
He's got a jaw that's made of stone
With his barbarian beliefs
It's no surprise that he can't be beat
He's not your average mountain man
'Cos he was born with big ol' hands

Got a reputation as the king of street brawlers
If you're stepping up, I guarantee that he'll floor ya
Bare knuckle fighters, wanna put him to the test
But let me warn you if you do, well then you're messin' with the best

Don't you fuck with ol' big hands

Still undefeated, on top of his game
Still got the rage of a beast in a cage
Born with a fist the size of a ham
I always said he'd be a street fighting man

He's not your average mountain man
'Cos he was born with big ol' hands
There's adamantium in those bones
He's got a jaw that's made of stone
With his barbarian beliefs
It's no surprise he can't be beat
He's not your average mountain man
'Cos he was born with big ol' hands

10. Jesus Beater

I finally found myself a little paradise
Deep in the darkest depths of hell
Nobody knows I'm down here, but I like it like that
I do what I want and I lose my mind

I always knew I was going southbound
I got a soul I had to sell
I knew I was evil for a reason
I knew I had to go to hell

I took it upon myself to build a temple here
I'm smoking and drinking far too much
You wouldn't believe the following I've got down here
I'm thinking of buying a big flash car

I always knew I was going southbound
I got a soul I had to sell
I knew I was evil for a reason
I knew I had to go to hell
'Cos see I'm all for beating Jesus
You see I wanna take that throne
I never said that it was easy
But I can beat him on my own

It's so reassuring here that I can fool myself
Out of my head on a power trip
Legions of millions eating out of these evil hands
And I'm ready to take this show to Earth

I always knew I was going southbound
I got a soul I had to sell
I knew I was evil for a reason
I knew I had to go to hell
'Cos see I'm all for beating Jesus
You see I wanna take that throne
I never said that it was easy
But I can beat him on my own

I always knew I was going southbound
I got a soul I had to sell
I knew I was evil for a reason
I knew I had to go to hell
'Cos see I'm all for beating Jesus
You see I wanna take that throne
I never said that it was easy
But we can beat him on our own

11. We Bite

оригинал: The Misfits

We walk the streets, we're out to get you
We bite
Just a feast of blood and gore
We bite
Carnivores that live for pleasure
We bite
Strike out like a wolf's endeavor
We bite

When I get your blood, I rip your throat
Your blood, I rip your throat
Your blood, I rip your throat
To drink some blood

We bite
We bite
We bite
We bite

When I get your blood, I rip your throat
Your blood, I rip your throat
I want your blood, I rip your throat
To drink some blood

We bite
We bite

When I get your blood, I rip your throat
Your blood, I rip your throat
Your blood, I rip your throat
To drink some blood

We bite
We bite
We bite
We bite

12. Stinkin O' Gin

Gin on your breath, smoke in your hair
Can't stand to walk as you fall down the stairs
You said your mama did not raise no fool
But hey, little lady, I got news for you

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again

Can't face the facts, you can't say it's true
Old mother's ruin's got the better of you
Wearing you out and she's sucking you in
Losing your mind to a bottle of gin

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again

That's right

Burning your candle at more than one end
It's sad that the bottle's your only true friend
If drinking is evil then you're growing horns
I won't be here when reality dawns

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again
Alright

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
You're stinkin' of gin again

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again

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