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Oh how does a mighty stallion rise
Onto it´s mighty hooves oh no
Sprinkled with diamonds and gold
Oh ye plow horse of blight
Bless me with your disease
Oh yeas oh yeas oh yeas, replies the horse to me
In his flying colors of sanguine and bright purple
The grand usurper, the glorious sex horse himself
The one true grand master in the lore of Hell
You have now made your grand entrance
What is to come now?
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Body Of Christ
02:57
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Confined in everlasting deity
A God-like atrocity
I´m so fucking hot
You´ll need a gun
I´m the motherfucking sun
I am the body of Christ
Oh no a aa honey
I don´t think so
For I´m the harbinger of love
I´m the fucking top
I am the big time honey
The single, sole son of God
I´m the savior of your wretched kind
I am the body of Christ
I´m the love for the gun
I am that from which you have come
And what you shall for evermore be
I´m the six headed serpent that lurks in your bed
I´m the only thing that the likes of you grave for
I am the body of Christ
I am the decline in common morality
I am the loss of all sensitivity
I am the judge, the jury, the execution
I am the capital punishment
What more could you need
For I am the one
I am the body of Christ
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Buccaneer Pox
02:37
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I call you out
O’ great mercy
To dance on my grave
Green and greedy
On Portobello bay
Hark! Now hush
Quiver with the wind
No love lost
Buccaneer pox
O’ children
Step out to play
At the dancing tree
You will be slain
In every port and city
Dissolving death – no pity
Hark! Now hush
And pray for our return
No love lost
Buccaneer pox
O’ fair maiden
Wont you lend me your love
Shut your eyes and mouth
I won’t spare you, no
Exported goods with no name
Hark! Now hush
You saw it coming, sugar plum
No love lost
Buccaneer pox
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Billy Boy
03:09
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When I was thirteen it hit me like Santa´s sleight
This multitude of voices ripping inside of me
For this feeling most foul
For this festering itch
For this fallos most erect
Oh Lord this coming of age
When I turned fourteen I was prowling the streets
Looking for the meat for me to havoc and eat
Killing for the pain, driving me insane
How many limbs must I tear apart anyway?
For this lust of mine
For this heat inside
For this man-ass ever so divine
Oh my God this coming of age
When I turned fifteen they locked me up in “juvee”
Bending the boys backs just to fill my gooey greed
Taking what was ripe for the picking
A feeble hole to stick my dick in
What did I do so wrong?
What is this crime of mine
The cause for years to be lost?
Oh father this coming of age
When I turned eighteen they let me out of the slammer
Back on the streets giving pleasure to those in need
Looking for the pain, still driving me insane
Graving for that dead flesh I had left behind of me
And so I did visit his grave
Ejaculated straight away
And so did I cry,for that man-ass too divine
Hey Billy-Boy this coming of age
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Reno
04:35
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She´s got pale blue eyes
That skinny little bitch
Every night, her slimy hands crawl upon my head
And I hate the way it messes up my hair
Oh that red headed harlot
She´s got a tattoo on her hip
I think it looks much like an ape
Though some might say it is a picture of a catholic priest
Yeah that bitch rides me like a 2$ pony, on the county fair
Yeah she´s dead they tell me all the time
But for me her pours still breathe
Trough the cellophane of my dreams
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Black Tokyo Rising
04:00
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Japanese reporters
Taking pictures of me
I’m lying on the bathroom floor
Covered in the sick
The shower is on
And the water is hot
Am I coming home
Oh god I don´t know
They ask me something
But I can´t answer to anything
I know I´ll never be famous
But will I be free
Black Tokyo Rising
From my gut
The jig is up
Where am I
My head is hanging in the toilet
Feeling rather sick
I feed on the black vomit
In a reversal manor
I feel like a king
Between the filth I´m living in
Can’t even crawl to my bed
The dress rehearsal
Of the living dead
Just waiting for someone
To chop off my head
Black Tokyo rising
From my gut
The jig is up
Where am I
The police are after me
Carmageddon!
I won’t stand down and face mortality
For I am godlike
I keep grinding the little Japanese kids into revved pieces of flesh
Mostly girls
I’ve grown profound of their screams and their cries for help
All in vain – the tortured cry
I stand there still, watching them eye to eye
But their tears won’t take down my
Ancient samurai steel
(They keep chopping off little pieces from my head)
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Dark and wet with sweat
The humming buzz
Of your pink vibrators
A sound almost deafening
I lie here near paralyzed
As the feathers float
In the flesh of goods gooey seed
They beg of me
“Please”
And so I do
And so I do
And every time Schizo-Girl has her slumber party held
Super-fast at sonic speed
I come a knocking
Violating that crazy little girls
Midnight fantasy
A sound too loud
Nothing left to hold
Nothing left to feel or touch
Nil but
The flesh of god’s gooey seed
I hear them plea
“Please”
And so I do
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The Girlfriends Turku, Finland
The band was originally forged in the hottest flames of hell itself and baptised in erotic majesty in
2010.
Band stopped playing in 2021.
Line up:
Speed Wülf Pulver: Guitars, vocals and misc
Sex Ranger: Bass
Lance Pursuit: Drums
Leeroy "Hot Shot" Mahoney: Guitars.
Snake Pilsener: Guitars.
Former members:
Mr T. Velvet: Guitars
H.H Loveshaft: Drums
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