PASSION FOR DESTRUCTION [4:43]
(Skatenigs)

"I'm the torturer!"
"I'm the torturer!"

"She is a woman who had been found guilty for reason of insanity. She and her husband were burned. She poured gasoline on the floor of her apartment and ignited it. Her sister shot and killed the Payton twin brother. Her mother has a history of manic-depressive illness. Kathy; a sister who suffers from mental illness and substance abuse. To the bottom line, they don't get any worse, than they get here."

Everybody's just, a pawn in the game
Don't make your fuckin' move, 'cause I'm gonna do the same!

"You know, it has to do with being a madman... And all the madness. Or, a Latin saying: The jing-jing."

Passion for destruction, again and again
Tearin' shit up, 'cause I feel trapped in
Broke, not a joke, but I'm keeping my chin
Up, mean and proud 'cause I always got my friends

People breaking bottles throwing rodeo clowns
Building it up, just to tear it down
Loud is an attitude, not a sound
Open your door, take a look around

How many bands; what have they proven?
Everybody's moving, most are losing
Ask yourself: "What can I do?"
[???] colour, make your fucking move!

Passion...
For...
Destruction...

Crazy eyes, and a gun
Living my life, on the run
Take a bullet; it's a bullet that I take
Break a bone, I break my face

Doctor, nurse, I'm under some stress
The scar for me [???]
Give me a [???] and I gotta be sure
You can ease the pain, but there ain't no cure

Nightmare, keep me from sleep
Talk is cheap; it's time for change
Born again, I'm still the same
I'm still the same!

Passion...
For...
Destruction...

Passion...
For...
Destruction...

Truth is my reality...
I believe what I see...
Still you tell me...
I need your therapy...

Yeah...

[3:26 - guitar solo]

Passion...
For...
Destruction...

Passion...
For...
Destruction...

Destruction!
Destruction!
Destruction!
Destruction!

Destruction!
Destruction!
Destruction!
Destruction!


REGRET [4:30]
(Skatenigs)

What is it that makes me?
Feel I've got something to prove
How can I make a choice?
When there's nothing to choose

I've made my own mistakes
I've got myself to blame
This is my life
Don't tell me to change

My mind, my gun!
My mind, my bullet!
I'd rather self-destruct!
Than sell you my soul!

I'm not your only threat... Regret!
Who's gonna watch your back... Regret!
I'm not your only threat... Regret!
I'm not gonna forgive... Regret!
I'm not gonna forget... Regret!

I'm not your only threat!

I've made promises
I knew I could not keep
I've made deadlines
I knew I would not meet

I've taken pains
I knew I did not need
Now I gasp for air
With no air to breathe

I'm not your only threat... Regret!
Who's gonna watch your back... Regret!
I'm not your only threat... Regret!
I'm not gonna forgive... Regret!
I'm not gonna forget... Regret!

I'm not your only threat!

[2:27 - guitar solo]

I won't give up
And I'll tell you why
I see through the needle
In my eye

I stand tall
With a knife in my back
I live for me
And that's the fact

My mind, my gun!
My mind, my butt!
I'd rather self-destruct!
Than sell you my soul!

[3:26 - guitar solos]

I'm not your only threat... Regret!
Who's gonna watch your back... Regret!
I'm not your only threat... Regret!
I'm not gonna forgive... Regret!
I'm not gonna forget... Regret!

I'm not your only threat!
I'm not your only threat!
I'm not your only threat!
I'm not your only threat!

I'm not your only threat!
I'm not your only threat!
I'm not your only threat!
I'm not your only threat!


TEXAS TATTOO [3:33]
(Skatenigs)

Tortured, by my every day’s surroundings
In prison, by everything around me
Branded, and I got the [???] short
Misunderstanding, and everybody knows it
I'm harmed, with-drawn from remorse
I'm chained; by balls I've seen it all before

Control the borders, take the waters
The eyes of Texas are upon you...
Control the borders, take the waters
The eyes of Texas are upon you...

Texas... tattoo...
My Texas blood is true!
Texas... tattoo...
Everyone must have to breed!
Texas... tattoo...
For the reason I'll start fight!
Texas... tattoo...
Now we're taking back our land!

[1:28 - guitar solo]

Texas... tattoo...
My Texas blood is true!
Texas... tattoo...
Everyone must have to breed!
Texas... tattoo...
For the reason I'll start fight!
Texas... tattoo...
Now we're taking back our land!

[2:00 - distorted solo]

Label, something wrong with my appearance?
Judgement, the cause of interference
Determination, action made for waste
Confrontation, dealing with it face to face
Freedom, [???] with the high price
Caution, so you never have to pay it twice

[2:58 - distorted solo]


FAMILY VALUES [4:53]
(Skatenigs)

Whack! I gave him a sharp smack with a palm of my hand.
Whack! I gave him a second whack, on a opposite buttock.

Pain...

Whack, whack! I'll teach you to keep your eyes where they'd belong, bitch!

Oooh... harder...

Whack, whack, whack! I'll definitely teach you to keep your eyes where they'd belong!

Not tonight, unless you do it right!

...

I'm where death revels, I'm not the devil
Push comes to shove, I'm a shovel
No trouble, and just keep quiet
I got a new experience for you tonight

Hands tied, might tight
Fear in eyes 'cause something doesn't feel right
Danger, danger, nothing could be stranger
It's not a drive-by and it's not a gang banger

It's a nightmare, or dream?
Make it what you want 'cause nothing's what it seems
Let me take you to the shed where it's dark
Nothing can be heard but the beating of your heart

It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God! "Oh yeah, my baby..."
It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God!

Painless, faceless, leaving no traces
You might like it better if you take this
Take this, take that, welcome to my trap
A new shade of black in the shadows where I lurk

Holding back the pain makes it hurt
Holding back the hurt won't work
Prove it to me that you do care
Is it just another face that you wear?

[2:00 - machine samples]

It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God! "Oh yeah, my baby..."
It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God! "Oh yeah, my baby..."

Thank you, master...
I love your pain...

Beneath the secrets, the black is heart
Turning you around and making you fart
I'm in charge and there's nobody else
So get the restrains to keep your hands to yourself

Slowly, surely, I'm gonna make you tell
Exactly what it is that brings you to hell
More and more, you scream no more
But on a way to hell you took a detour

To explore
The pain you never felt before
And then you find
The darkest corners of your mind

It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God! "Oh yeah, my baby..."
It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God! "Oh yeah, my baby..."

It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God! "Oh yeah, my baby..."
It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God! "Oh yeah, my baby..."

It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God! "Oh yeah, my baby..."
It's my turn to play God, baby! "Aaargh... Ha ha ha hah..."
It's my turn to play God!


PARASITES [3:52]
(Skatenigs)

Too many dreams have come and gone out of sight
Too many so called friends that I don't like
Jested question, it doesn't want a lesson
No justice, I'm trusting someone you can't

What the hell was I thinking?!
What the hell was I thinking?!

[0:46 - loop sample]

Are you feeling the blow, can you hold on life?
Well I told you once we'll put up a fight
You create the tunes they're going on in your mind
Turned your back, and you already died

Try to scratch your needs that you just can't reach
Searching for something that you just can't see
Looking for truth, hidden in lies
Pay your own debts and now live in disguise

Kicking and cursing and fighting and fucking and fighting everything that I believe is right!
Biting and chewing and tearing and twisting, that's where I feel the end is near!

Parasites!
Parasites!
Parasites!
Taking over my life!

Parasites!
Parasites!
Parasites!
Won't leave!

What is it like to stare into gun?
Scream out loud without a heart!

[2:27 - wailing guitar solo]

Wanting!
Taunting!
Breeding!
Pleading!
Whisking!
Moaning!
Flashing!
Grinding!

Hiding!
Feeding!
Arming!
Barking!
Touching!
Fading!
Tickling!
Squeezing!

Pleasing!
Trying!
Freezing!
Kissing!
Touching!
Smacking!
Tearing!
Dripping!

Feeling!
Healing!
Breeding!
Bleeding!
Hating!
Hating!
Hating!

Kicking and cursing and fighting and fucking and fighting everything that I believe is right!
Biting and chewing and tearing and twisting, I swear I feel the end is near!

Parasites!
Parasites!
Parasites!
Taking over my life!

Parasites!
Parasites!
Parasites!
Won't leave!

Leeches suck, but they are close!
Close to me, to me, to me!


SIGN THE DOTTED LINE [2:06]
(Skatenigs)

Toxic, you don't know it but you got it
You put it in a rigor-nigger, take a shot out or not
Talk to record man and you want him sign
It's more like a toy that destroys your mind

Sign the dotted line!
Sign the dotted line!

[0:36 - guitar solo]

Like a cat at night, off to steal your breath
Like a whisper in a crowd, the call you're not deaf
One thing I've got is plenty of time I like
It take you apart, and play with your mind

Sign the dotted line!
Sign the dotted line!

[1:11 - guitar solo]

One evil opportunity employer
The one with the games, a mind destroyer
Like a shadow in the dark, that keeps a rubber keys
A creek in the night, just a sound and your monster ignite in the bottom of his spine

Sign the dotted line!


HOOSEGOW [2:55]
(Skatenigs)

"I also like to blow holes in the heads of rednecks."

Let's blow this dive into overdrive
With the worms out of my mouth
I swallowed them so clearly
In a border town to the south

Miles and miles of duct tape
Couldn't patch up my day
I remember when that Mexican tumbler
Took my dreams away

I'll see you in the hoosegow...
When all the drinks are spilt!
I'll see you in the hoosegow...
When my breath starts to smell!

Plenty of time to find trouble
If I don't, trouble finds me
I turned twenty-five for a real ride
It was in my family tree

A twenty-dollar fee and I could be free
But I just couldn't pay that man
A bottle of tequila, a pawn shop ticket
And a free admission to the can

I'll see you in the hoosegow...
When all the drinks are spilt!
I'll see you in the hoosegow...
When my breath starts to smell!

[1:26 - guitar solos]

I didn't see it, but it must've been
A lesson to be learned
Every time I saw that Mexican tumbler
You know his back was turned

If you want to learn about your mother
Then read the writing on the wall
If you ain't got nothing nice to say
Well the hoosegow says it all

I'll see you in the hoosegow...
When all the drinks are spilt!
I'll see you in the hoosegow...
When my breath starts to smell!


MT. CARMEL COOKOUT [1:05]
(Skatenigs)

[various samples]


RANCH APOCALYPSE [3:56]
(Skatenigs)

[0:00 - guitar solo]

"Somewhere inside, dressed in black, wearing a gas-mask, and igniting flames inside the compound."
"Prepared to defend themselves, the people were heavily armed."
"This is the Armageddon."
"Nobody could survive."

Take a look, up in the distance
Take a trip, to outer space
We got a lot of lead to shower now
We work for God buying guns for the arms race

A Texas rangers screaming; "Come on baby!"
Ranch apocalypse, won't you show me the way, the way, yeah...

[0:57 - guitar solo]

"The F.B.I. was seen coming out of the compound, lit and on fire."
"Didn't those people have the right to practice their religion?"

Fifty-one days of madness
Turn up the volume and hit the light
Determination shows no signs of sadness
We got the guns and we're ready to fight

A cult Davidian screaming; "Come on baby!"
Ranch apocalypse, won't you show me the way, the way, yeah...

[1:42 - guitar solo]

We're goin' out in the blaze of glory!
Open the fire and bow to new democracy!
Under the sky to tell the story!
Open the fire and bow to new democracy!

They got a plan to come for me!
Crimson skies and smoking barrels!
They got a plan to come for me!
Crimson skies and smoking barrels!

[2:18 - guitar solo]

"All that force, for the violations, of, of possession of guns?"
"You know this is the same F.B.I. that bombed the World Trade Centre."
"Sleep well, tonight, you've done a good job."
"Let's go not to the end, but to the start."

Step inside my Texas gas chamber
I've got to write the seventh seal
Don't you know that it's Armageddon?
Tibetan heaven is a hell of a place to be

A go-go girls screaming; "Come on, baby!"
Ranch apocalypse, won't you show me the way, the way, yeah...

[3:17 - guitar solo]

We're goin' out in the blaze of glory!
Open the fire and bow to new democracy!
Under the sky to tell the story!
Open the fire and bow to new democracy!

They got a plan to come for me!
Crimson skies and smoking barrels!
They got a plan to come for me!
Crimson skies and smoking barrels!

"Come on out with your hands up, and surrender! We are thru negotiating!"


RIP OFF [3:00]
(Skatenigs)

"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."

Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!

Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!

Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!

Waiting and craving, a night for night
Staring and stunned, man, I'm laughing at you now
Taking what I'm needing, I'm leaving and breathing
My soul is bleeding, for what?!

[1:06 - guitar solo]

I can't lie to you, I cannot tell a lie
Who, what, when, where, why?
All these questions, all this lies!

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
Listening to reason, not much I wanna hear
History repeats itself, again and again
You're just a joke, not my friend, the punch line is clear

Abandoned, stranded, left out like a dog
Howling at the moon, yeah, I'm living after all
Hating, wasting, nothing left to do
Kiss my ass, won't live and laugh, while I rip off you

"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."
"Rip off! That's a rip off..."

Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!

Come on, motherfucker!
Come on, motherfucker!
Come on!