Demo 2013

by Drunken Corpse

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first raw DIY release, our first 6 songs

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released June 9, 2013

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Drunken Corpse Siena, Italy

Drunken Corpse Whiskey Guitarist

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Track Name: War Against The War
The third world war is started - and everyone is scared
it's time to kill for homeland - or go to homeland's jail
this is the only choice given by your democracy
you must die for freedom or they'll take your liberty
every your decision - can change the fate of earth
but none can force you - towards a better world
fight them not to be their slave, blinded by their light
you're another piece of meat for their war prepare to die

you are trapped in this nightmare – now the chaos regin supreme
exploited and slaved you’ll go insane - and your silece will be your pain

the war against the war - the only thing to do
spit in leader's faces - 'cause they don't tell the truth
they want you to think - you're fighting for your rights
but the reality is that you fight for their fucking cash
there's only hate and death - to kill in the name of god
why can't you understand? the cause of wars is gold
open your eyes – and you will see
you can’t shut up if you want to be free

rit.

weapons and bombs are born to destroy - your ignorance is designed to kill
rejects all this, stand up and fight - it's time to learn to fight to be free
Track Name: Bombe Nel Deserto
beduino col cammello che smista tanto oro sia giallo che nero ma non vuole darlo a loro
che vogliono il potere e spazzeranno via chiunque sia in contrasto con la loro egemonia

nato per uccidere uccidere a comando annienta le nazioni basta dirgli dove e quando

i soliti pretesti ipocriti e fittizi per le rivoluzioni che hanno aspetti redditizi
massacrano civili bombardano città per poi mostrare al mondo tutto tranne la realtà

bombe nel deserto

ed è nato un nuovo ordine di criminali di guerra
la democrazia esportata dai caccia a due metri da terra

bombe nel deserto
bombe nel deserto

l’invasione imperialista in uno stato indipendente
che lotta per la sua sovranità e per la sua emancipazione
dal cappio occidentale al collo del suo continente
sempre più vicino alla totale distruzione
non ci son più scuse per permetter questi mali
capitalismo americano e le multinazionali
mass media corrotti e politici maiali
il sistema va distrutto e cacciati i criminali
bombe nel deserto
Track Name: Tequila E Manate
dorme da ore sdraiato sul balcone – perdo è ubriaco marcio che non ce la fa più
ha perso il borsello e le chiavi del furgone e c’ha in mano una tequila che non riesce a buttà giù

arriva tucobriaco marcio fradicio di birra e vino beve il bicchiere a pedro solo per fare casino
pedro s’incazza e gli tira uno sputo e tuco gli risponde con uno schiaffo a pugno chiuso

si rompono i denti
a tonfi e mazzate
grida e lamenti
tequila e manate

tonfi nel naso sputi nel muso pedro spenge in faccia a tuco un sigaro acceso
scoppia la rissa in tutto il locale si rompono le ossa volando dalle scale
la gente è impazzita e tira fuori i coltelli il pavimento è sporco di tequila e budelli
volano seggiole e bottiglie rotte berci di dolore sangue lacrime e botte

rit

legnate sulla schiena a chi oppone resistenza ancora più legnate a chi supplica clemenza
in un lago di sangue tra vomito e pedate è troppo tardi per rimpiagere le scelte sbagliate

tequila e manate
Track Name: Haarp Attack
Rush through the sky- to destroy the world–new wave of destruction – never seen before
it is the worst power - in the wrong hands–get ready my friends for the world is the end
artificial clouds – obscure the sun – poison the people–with chemical shit
Climate’s war has just begun
acid rain - scream of pain
storm – and earthquake – shaking the ground
twisters on the streets – destruction all around
while the boss drink wischy in the lounge
ready to start the
rit.
Harp attack
-a new age of destruction
-the nuclear war is obsolete
-it’s not science fiction
-run or to die will be your fate
-you can not control this power
-death by the sky
-the atomic bomb don’t scare anymore
-dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Don’t ask question it’s time to die! - you must shut up and believe to their lies
if you don’t believe me look with your eyes
there are some crazy bastards who want to control the world – they think they are stronger than god
to kill and control it’s all they want -
This is the new war – what is you don't know-what you see is not the wrath of God,
prepared to submissive and to suffer because -before you understand will be too late
to fight – to free –your mind
you’ll be just a slave – or murder by the sky
whipped and humileted you’ll have to obey
sometime look at the sky and watch the
rit.
Track Name: Prete
brutto bastardo vigliacco infame
ipocrita stronzo nato d’un cane
brutto bastardo vigliacco reietto
quando ti vedo ti caco nel petto
prete di merda prete di merda prete di merda MOSH
Track Name: Shotgun
in the streets with your friends
screain' thrashing all around
there is a concert tonight the distorsion's gonna pound
but ain’t you gonna get ther sober in this way this is not how we do here so drink or go away

rit. Grab your can and smash it
shove it in your mouth
clench your fists and drink as many beer as you can
drink it fast then grab another one to start again
time for another
shotgun

bang your head against the stage in this bloody show
bang and slam inside the pit and try to kill’em all
no interruption no distraction except for one thing
when you're feeling thirsty
leave it and go to drink


rit
how many beers have i drunk? not enough
give me another one

when the concert's over you find hard to go away
you're lying in the corner, don't know if you're alive or dead
you've thrown up for hours
your clothes are full of barf
just get ready my friend 'cause tomorrow 'll be the same