Slayer - Eyes of the Insane
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A soldier’s heart
Reflecting back at me
I keep seeing mutilated faces
Even in my dreams
Distorted images
Flashing rapidly
Psychotically abusing me
Devouring my brain

The eyes of the insane
On a demented campaign
Tortured Spirits
Will not let me rest
These thoughts of mutilated faces
Completely possessed
Fragmented images
Flashing rapidly
Psychotically abusing me
Worming through my head!

Shell shock
battle fatigue
overwhelming anxiety
Flashbacks
panic attacks
Death raising it’s ugly face at me.
Got to make it stop
Can’t take it anymore
The dead keep haunting me
They just keep coming back for more

The eyes of the insane
on a demented campaign

Flashbacks
Panic attacks
Death raising it’s ugly face at me
Got to make it stop
Can’t take it anymore
Death’s face is haunting me
It just keeps coming back for more!

(Lead - King,Hanneman,King,Hanneman,King)

Got to make it stop
Can’t take it anymore
Death’s face is haunting me
It just keeps coming back for more

A soldier
Of misfortune
I owe my pain and suffering
To this hell
These demons
Ripping through my soul
Evil’s relentless hostility
Won’t let me sleep.

Shell shock
Battle fatigue
Devastating insanity
Flashbacks
Panic attacks
Death’s riding
He’s coming for me

Simon & Garfunkel: 'The Boxer'

I am just a poor boy.
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.

When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.

Lie-la-lie...

Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so
lonesome
I took some comfort there.

Lie-la-lie...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone,
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains

Lie-la-lie...

I love to play my Rock'n'Roll, but I've played the blues before
I've had my share of broken hearts
but I don't play the blues no more
If you meet the girl of your wildest dreams
she's gonna turn out to be a curse
Love will hit you bad boy, but the blues will hit you worse

If you wanna know how to play the blues...
get yourself a woman!

Muddy Waters sang out the truth back in 1941
Woman gonna get to you like Jimmy Hendrix with a gun
Mr FredMcDowell lost his pride when he begged his girl to stay
Mr Robert Johnson lost his life with too much love one day

If you wanna know how to play the blues...
get yourself a woman!

I love to play my Rock'n'Roll, but I've played the blues before
I've had my share of broken hearts
but I don't play the blues no more
If you meet the girl of your wildest dreams
she's gonna turn out to be a curse
Love will hit you bad boy, but the blues will hit you worse

If you wanna know how to play the blues...
get yourself a woman!
Pick it sweet...slide it slow, Whoo!

COME AND GET IT! Woo! We got some fresh vittles for your fat chicken-ass
to snack on, bitch!
So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mother fuka!
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood,
He lives in a chicken turkey piggy neighborhood.
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine,
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine!
I rode into town with my ax in my holster,
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster.
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out,
I drew my ax with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out!
Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place,
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face.
It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half,
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh. (Hehe!)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead,
And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head.
Since we out west, I had a little fun,
And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium!

(chors)

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an axe, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!

The second little piggy, his house is made of brick,
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick.
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect,
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck.
He walked in the room, and everybody rose,
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes.
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit,
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet!
Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up.
Old-ass man, I let him get away,
That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway.
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case,
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face.
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime,
So I whacked on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rinds!

(chorus)

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a knife, (No!)
I might use an axe, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!(x2)

The last little piggy, his house is made of gold,
He lives in a mansion on his own private road,
I started walking down it, the guard he told me wait,
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate!
Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry,
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky.
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil,
And pull it out the sky, and beat it with a shovel.
People in my city, they fight for they meals,
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills.
A richie is the devil, he never really made it,
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it.
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed,
I grabbed a brick of gold laid it upside his head.
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late,
It took away his dough and watched the devil suffercate, cuz I need

(chorus)

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie.
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die.
I might use a gun, (No!)
I might use an axe, (yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks! (X3)

[Ozzy Osbourne, Zakk Wylde, Randy Castillo, Michael Inez, John Purdell">



The light in the window is a crack in the sky
A stairway to darkness in the blink of an eye
A levee of tears to learn she'll never be coming back
The man in the dark will bring another attack
Your momma told you that you're not supposed to talk to strangers
Look in the mirror tell me do you think your life's in danger here ya
No more tears
Another day passes as the night closes in
The red light goes on to say it's time to begin
I see the man around the corner waiting does to see me ?
I close my eyes and wait to hear the sound of someone screaming here
No more tears
So now that it's over can't we just say good-bye?
I'd like to move an and make the most of the night
Maybe a kiss before I leave you this way
Your lips are so cold Idon't know what else to say
I never wanted it to end this way my love my darling
Believe me when I say to you in love I think I'm falling here
No more tears

Sultans of swing

You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town

You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing

Amd a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played Creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'

I have witnessed your death
I've seen it many times
Your tortured screams
Your decryptet little mind
A father‘s son
With pathetic eyes that bleed
Twins in the end
Begin and let the brothers fall

I will see you burned alive
Screaming for your God
I will hunt you down again for Him

God won't touch what I've done
He cries upon my feet
A privilege pain
beneath Buried are your dead
On splintered bones I walk
Sifting through the blood
Besieged to fear
Await the coming of the God!

I will watch you die again for Him

Blood is raining downward
The stain reflects the sun
Conquer, divide within
Terrorize the mind
I‘ve seen the end it‘s yours
Rosary in hand
Your selfish flesh it melts
Spilling from the sky

I will see you burn alive
Screaming for your God
I will watch you die

This is God's war!
God's war!
This is God's war!
God's war!

War of holy principles
I'm seekingGod's help in your destruction
Slit the throat of heathen man
And let his blood dilute the water
Bury your dead!

F**k your God erase his name
A lady weeps insane with sorrow
I'll take his towers from the world
You‘re f**king raped upon your deathbed

This is God's war!
God's war!
This is God's war!
God's war!
F**king holy war!!!

Be optimistic, happy, and calm
Show no fear or anxiety
Smile at the face of God
And your reward will be eternity
Holy warriors
Your patience will be justified
Everything is for Him
You must not confront the animal before you kill it
Strike as champions at the heart of the non-believers
Strike above the neck and at all extremities
For it‘s a point of no return for Almighty God
God will give victory to his faithful servants
When you reach ground zero you will have killed the enemy
The Great Satan!