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Rumpelstiltskin Grinder: "Buried In The Front Yard..." – 2005

энциклопедия: Rumpelstiltskin Grinder

Состав группы:

  • Matt Moore – гитара
  • Ryan Moll – гитара
  • Pat Battaglia – ударные
  • Shawn Riley – бас
  • Eli Shaika – вокал

Rumpelstiltskin Grinder: "Buried In The Front Yard..." – 2005

Композиции:

  1. Stealing E.T.
  2. Orange & Black Attack
  3. Grab A Shovel (We've Got Bodies To Bury)
  4. The Day Merman Met Todd "The Harpoon" Wilson
  5. Unleash The Troll
  6. Grinder
  7. Let The Fools Cheer
  8. Ode To Tanks

Лирика

1. Stealing E.T.

A fire in the sky, time for do or die
The feds are getting close, up against the ropes
What can you make of this, with our moves so slick
Continue in disguise, steal the truth from their eyes

E.T's pissed!
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, you know something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right

The cover up is part of the curriculum, the cover up.
The cover up is part of the curriculum, the cover up.
The cover up is just good business, the cover up.
The cover up is being kept safe... For prying eyes!

E.T's in vertigo, we sneak him, he goes
E.T's in vertigo, where to now, who knows?

His spacecraft will not show, the government's impatience grows
Officials form in rows to find our slight of hand confuses so!

Don't look up to the sky, something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, you know something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right

Hidden agenda's show. To the highest bidder, E.T's sold.
40? 50? Hear I 60? 80? 90 million flyin'!
Pack 'em, ship 'em, sell 'em, leave 'em
Another bargain, profit margin.

2. Orange & Black Attack

You creep down streets so dark,
You duck so they can't see you.
Silence, you're wrong you're judged
Terror! The scent gives you away

But then you hear the steps
Behind! You know, you're doomed now
They find you, no escape, orange and black surround you!

You can't run, you can't hide.
You know you won't survive, not this time, not this time!

Orange and black, those who judge tonight.
They are enforcers. They deal judgement for real.

No, we're not fucking around
No, we're not fucking around

No! We're done fucking around!

Run! You can't run! You won't run! Don't you run!

If you run, you'll die tired and scared
They own the streets, own police they're prepared

No, we're not fucking around!
No, we're not fucking around!

Slow!

3. Grab A Shovel (We've Got Bodies To Bury)

Wake now... Right now
Wake now... Right now!

Waking to see the mess at hand... Last night
Bodies thrown all across the floor... No life
Hours before the shipment's due... Tonight
Figure out what you're gonna do, or tonight you die!

Grab and cut, grab and cut, grab and cut, cut bone!
Tear and saw, tear and saw, bodies to pieces

There's too much blood now, grab your shovels now!
Dig like it's your job, fast or all is lost!
Dig graves for the dead, or you're a corpse instead.

Boss, I'm running away getting away...
No! Get back to work
They're coming today I'm getting away no!
Get back to work

Expert's here, brings plans inside,
To where the bodies should hide...

Buried in the front yard, not the back yard
Buried in the front yard, not the back yard.

4. The Day Merman Met Todd "The Harpoon" Wilson

You hear, the merman swampin' around
Grab your ears, look away, try to block out the sound
Then you smell the sludge, see a lifeless shell
Close your eyes, look away, better get up and...

Want to see our world, want to play our game
Knowing that your life is rotting away
Call anyone, even call collect,
Figure out quick what you're gonna do next!

Only the strong survive when you play our game of hit and run
See all the horrors of life when the snake strikes in your eden
Only the strong survive when you play our game of hit and run
See all the horrors of life when the snake strikes in your eden

Want to see our world, try to play our game
Knowing that your life is rotting away

Call anyone, even call collect
Figure out quick, nothing you can do!

You breathe, the smoke into your lungs now
To see what hides beyond the angel's light

Only the strong survive when you play our game of hit and run
See all the horrors of life when the snake strikes in your eden
He grabs you stab he takes a bite, take his life, take this life
He pulls you grab he tears away take his life, take this life

The waves crash down, his hands become clenched
From the harpoon tainted with Poseidon's stench
The disintegrating deck teeters away
Because now he knows, foul things are at play!

5. Unleash The Troll

Stolen from me, riches fucking sick
Shadows becoming small, find them...
Destroy them all! Fetch backpacks, your flashlights,
We're gonna hunt those demons. It's my own, It's not theirs,
Those sneaky bastards die! Can't find them, Can't catch them,
Out of breath and of patients. There's no use, return now,
There's only one thing left to do...
Unleash the troll! Attention!

Back away! You don't know what he can do...
Back away! On flesh of thieves it will dine.
Fetch 'em over here, bring 'em to my lair... Feed the troll
Fetch 'em over here, bring 'em to my lair... Feed the troll
Fetch 'em over here, bring 'em to my lair... Feed the troll

Fetch 'em over here, put 'em over there... Feed the troll
Fetch 'em over here, better you beware... Feed the troll
Fetch 'em over here, time is drawing near... Feed the troll

Crush huge, hulking monster, you will die!
Smash, squash, desecrate life!
Now you will know... This is my troll!

Now I have 'em here, better you beware... Feed the troll
Now I have 'em here, time is drawing near... Feed the troll
Now I have 'em here, better you beware... Feed the troll
Now I have 'em here, time is drawing near... Feed the troll

6. Grinder

Whiiiir... Once the grinder goes 'round,
First reel was full
Whiiir, whiiir, two times the grinder goes 'round
Second reel was full. Whiir, whiiir, whiiir, three times
the grinder goes 'round, third reel was full.
Whiiir, whiir, whiir, whiiir, four times the grinder goes
'round forth reel was full

Turning all the straw into gold.
Or you will die (Now you will die)

What's in a name? Scarface? No! Bandylegs? No!
Sparerib? No! Turniphead? No! Sloppy Joe? No!
Starscream!!??

But the weather's fine, for tonight
I'll make her child mine, she'll never guess, I won't confess
Rumpelstiltskin is the magic line, line!
Tell me if you don't guess that line,
No, Rumpelstiltskin means you're mine!

Today bake. Tomorrow glad no one knew
Spinnin' 'till the dawn, you toil oh so long
Fingers to the bone, locked in, you slave alone

Can you guess my name? (The Devil has told you that)
Are you that insane? (The Devil has told you that)
Can you guess my name? (The Devil has told you that)
Are you that insane? (The Devil has told you that)

What's in a name? Scarface? No! Bandylegs? No!
Sparerib? No! Turniphead? No! Sloppy Joe? No!
Starscream!!??

Looking like your game, you guessed my name
Looking like your game, come dance around flames

Heed his legend, Rumpelstiltskin... You guessed my name!

7. Let The Fools Cheer

Get set, ready to go (Bet's on!)
Track's fast but your horse is slow (Bet's off)
Last call bet's at the door
You can't win, you'll loose, you'll owe

Dropped pass, right at the goal (Catch that!)
Cheat and win 'cause we got no soul (That's sick)
Got a hand in every game you throw
We call the shots we run the show

Let the fools cheer, rape their wallets as they cry
Every bet becomes a loser, don't ask why
Let the fools think all is wholesome with their game.
Every contest you can think of, it's all the same.

Heavyweight, he's on a roll (He's gotta prove)
Got a chance now to win it all (Take his shot)

They don't know the fix is on
We call the shots and down he falls
Game 6 fan in the front row (That bitch)
Crawfished a bet so we bleed him slow (Guy's fucked)
Let his friend and his family know
There's no escape from us we rule!

Let the fools cheer keep them happy day by day
No distraction means no knowledge... How we play
Let the fools just try and stop us, we don't quit
Kill them all to keep our secret, that's no shit!

We're the bookies, you're the prey
Every league does what we say
In control, you can't forget, we're the gods of every bet

Let the fools cheer, rape their wallets as they cry
Every bet becomes a loser, don't you ask why

8. Ode To Tanks

My M1 Abrams marches to the storm
She's got 1,500 horsepower 4,000 in torque
26 ton turrets lock 'em up.
She's a beast... Yeah. Nothing can stop her!

Slip off your armor now... Only if you don't mind
I want to show you how. I'm kissin' you're killin'
I want to take my time. I'm kissin' you're killin'
I want to feel you right

Your life, your life, I've got you in my sight
Tonight, tonight, tonight I end your life
Your life, your life, I've got you in my sight
Tonight, tonight, tonight I end your life

You bring your tank, and I'll ride mine
She'll waste you, I'll bring the wine.

Her skin is smooth and bullet proof
She makes me tremble to the touch
I've got to show her how I feel
My grip gets tighter on the clutch

Drink some diesel, warm you up. Feel my liquid never stop
... Never stop!

It's the hellish screamframe all for you
Squadrons, emblems, branded on me all for you

Slip off your armor now...

Your life, your life, I've got you in my sight
Tonight, tonight, tonight I end your life
Your life, your life, I've got you in my sight
Tonight, tonight, tonight I end your life

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