Hellbilly Lyrics

Showdown
Rode into town real late one night
Got real drunk
And started a fight
Gunfighters out in the street
Bellies full of lead
And blood at their feet
Sheriff says I'd better get out of town
Next time he sees me
It'll be a showdown

Bottle of rot gut
And a woman of the night
A meal and a hot bath
Will make me feel all right
Dancing girls up on the stage
Drunken banditios that belong in a cage
Sheriff says if I don't get out of town
Next time he sees me
It'll be a showdown


Hellbilly
Some people call me a redneck
And some people call me a hick
Some people call me an asshole
And some people call me just dick

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But I ain't a member of the N.R.A.
The American Legion, or the K.K.K.
I'm a hellbilly
Hellbilly

Some people call me white trash
>From the wrong side of the tracks
They can all go straight to hell
And never, ever, ever come back

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Ballad of the Green Berets
(Ssgt. Barry Sadler)

Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The fearless men of the Green Beret

Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
Only three win the green beret

Trained to fight for freedom's land
Trained in combat, hand to hand
They will die for a better day
These brave men of the Green Beret

Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died so that she may live
Leaving her this last request

Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
One hundred men will test that day
And only three win the Green Beret


Teenage Surf Slave
-Instrumental-


Booze Party
Booze party on a Saturday night
Come back to my place
And get real tight
Told Mom and Dad to get lost
Don't worry, baby, now I'm the boss

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Booze party on a Saturday night
Booze party on a Saturday night
Booze party on a Saturday night

Booze party on a Saturday night
Come back to my place
And go hog wild
We'll get a keg
And have a drink or two
Then go to my room
So we can screw

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Gear Jammin' Hero
Ten liter diesel sitting under my hood
Going to drive it like ariving man would
Get me some chicks
And some Lone Star beer
One hand is for shifting
And the other's to steer

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Gear jammin' hero
Gear jammin' hero
Gear jammin' hero
Gear jammin' hero
Gear jammin' hero
All around the world

I'm an interstate terror
Got my foot on the floor
Take all you got
Then I'll take a little more
Thirteen gears got me
>From here to there
Fill up my tanks
And we'll drive anywhere

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Revolving Blues of Death
-Instrumental-


Crush, Kill, Destroy
Cruising down the highway
Using lots of gas
I've got hundreds of horsepower
Got the energy to pass
Miles of steel and concrete
Between my home and here
I'm headed for 120
In only second gear

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Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy

One flick of the wheel
Bodies everywhere
Tons of twisted metal
People stop and stare
Bloodstains on the highway
On the road I am a god
I've got the pedal to the metal
I'm a mean machine
In a hot rod

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Ghouls (Looking for Food)
Rotten flesh dripping from my bones
As I rip through suburban homes
Creep about in a shroud of fog
I'll tear the heart
>From your family dog

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Ghouls
Looking for you
Ghouls
Looking for food

Each night when I leave my grave
A doomed woman will become
My slave
Mangled corpse left on the ground
Her head will never be found

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Hang 'Em High
Marshall stacks piled high
Look like girls
But they're guys
Lots of hair with tons of gel
They sing just like
Hounds from Hell

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Hang 'em high, hang 'em high, hang 'em high
Watch them die

Flying fingers, lots of notes
Where the hell did they
Find those clothes?
Arenas full of banging heads
Making noise to wake the dead

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Don't Blame Me If You Die Tonight
I wake at the stroke of midnight
I need to quench my thirst
Drinking warm blood of virgins
Is my unholy curse

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Don't blame me
If you die tonight
Don't blame me
If you die tonight

As king of the living corpses
I lad the walking dead
Living my life to its fullest
Spreading unearthly dread

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Black Death on a White Horse
I'm not the king of anything
Nor am I a god
I ride like rolling thunder
On a steed that's poorly shod
I steal from necessity
I kill with no remorse
Brave men run
And hide from me
I'm Black Death on a white horse

I take women for my pleasure
And whiskey for my soul
I spared the little children
So my story could be told
No man has ever felled me
No man can change my course
I strike fear into their hearts
I'm Black Death on a white horse


Dance of the Living Dead
Toxic waste rises to the heavens
Burning rain on a burial ground
Long dead corpse crawling to the surface
To do his dance
On a burial mound

Dance of the living dead
Dance of the living dead
Dance of the living dead
Dance
Dance


Misanthropes
Misanthropic maniacs
Is what we've all become
We don't hate
Just anything
We just hate everyone

We hate the malls
But we love beer
And we hate our mothers
Hate is our idea of fun
We even hate each other