Song Of the Day: July 30, 2005
We're not really the sorta guys who spazz out and do the Curly Stooge dance on the floor when someone mentions Killed By Death-style punk. Many of the "classics" sound pretty generic to us. Mickey, however, does enjoy bouncing about the room whilst we spin this Belgian gem and Casey nominates it for "The Best Whistling Record Ever." (Odds-on favorite: Liliput's "Die Matrosen.") The back of the sleeve reveals the most excellent lyrics, though you'd certainly never know what they were just by listening.
4 Comments:
I'm dying to know the lyrics!
Let's hear 'em!
Pweese?
yes post them
yes post them
ahem...
Silvr badge on iron breast
Looking proud all dressed in black
Straighten your tie, brush your boots
All's correct you're looking good.
Smoking big cigars, you belch and you fart
Dreaming of the days when you were in the USSR
Gory pigs get down down
Spew your blood and guts on the ground
I remember you taking off your breeches
And pinning some woman to the ground
Was that your new promotion
hide yourself now and shut up
was that your new promotion
Silver skull on your black cap
Mind you I will twist your neck
If you want to confess your sins
Don't wait till I peel off your skin
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