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By *ensualbicock OP   Man
over a year ago

liverpool wavertree picton clock

What are your fave lyrics in a Heavy metal song?

" From the non stop battering, of conditioned opinion "

Napalm Death

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By *ensuallover1000Man
over a year ago

Somewhere In The Ether…

So many to list but can I mention Fast As A Shark by Accept which had some fun lyrics (and is an absolute classic track).

Ok, so they’re not exactly deep and meaningful but the way Udo sung them....pure brilliance

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By *ensuallover1000Man
over a year ago

Somewhere In The Ether…

Metallica always provides great lyrics.

For the darker side of things, there’s always good old Slayer and upping the freaky content, Cannibal Corpse do write some delightful lyrics....

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Half a cup of icing sugar

A quarter teaspoon of salt

A knife tip of Turkish hashish

Half a pound of butter

A teaspoon of vanilla sugar

Half a pound of flour

One hundred and fifty grams of ground nuts

A little extra icing sugar

And no eggs

Put in a bowl

Stir in the butter

Add ground nuts

And knead the dough

Shape the dough into the size of an eyeball

Roll in icing sugar

And says the magic words

"Simsalbim bambasala dusaladim"

Place on a greased baking sheet

And bake at two hundred degrees for fifteen minutes

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By *he Little Fuck MachineMan
over a year ago

Co.Antrim

Cryptopsy, Emperor, Circle Takes The Square and Tool/A Perfcet circle lyrics are generally all awesome.

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By *bboredguyMan
over a year ago

dundee

My heart belongs to you

But my cock is community property

STEEL PANTHER !!

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By *he Little Fuck MachineMan
over a year ago

Co.Antrim

How I forgot Death is beyond me! Chuck Schuldiner’s lyrics are immense!

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By *uryWhipMan
over a year ago

Harringay

Such ranks of warship,

Millions strong,

Yet the chalice was poisoned,

With more servants standing strong,

Witnessing the death of God - Anaal Nathrakh

Lite ones you will be gods

In the black between the stars- Blood Ceremony

The father of three was impaled on the wheel,

as his skull became a part of the dash

His eyeballs ejected his sight uneffected, he saw his own organs collapse

His seatbelt was useless for holding him back, it simply cut him in two

Legs were crushed, out leaked pus as his spinal cord took off and flew

The mother took flight through the glass, and ended up impaled on a sign

Her intestines stretched from the car down the road for a quarter of a mile - Cannibal Corpse

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Pretty much the whole lyrics from imperium- machine head.

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By *inky_couple2020Couple
over a year ago

North West

Grand Magus - "Every Day There's a Battle to Fight". This song hits me hard and makes me cry

"All the walls around you

No one really knows how they were made

Who chose that way?

Conformity or safety

Questioning your sanity is brave

You're not a slave, no

Too many hearts grow stale and cold

Too many die inside and fold

Everyday there's a battle to fight

Never let yourself surrender to the pain

You've got to get up

Be strong and fight them all

Never let the fear stand in your way"

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By *he Little Fuck MachineMan
over a year ago

Co.Antrim

I feel so powerless

I suffocate on emptiness

I pray to be awoken from this nightmare

So many things I'll never say

So many wounds will never heal

Each breath is filled with overwhelming sorrow

In disbelief of how your life was stolen

In disbelief of what would never be

My only solace is knowing

Somehow your soul is finally free

So I'm screaming into the sky

Cause it's my only way to say goodbye

And I'm still asking for an answer why

Why I never got the chance to say goodbye

Now this is my only way to say to you

That I'm sorry for letting you slip away

I never thought I'd lose you forever

So now I tell the world

So many emotions rush to the surface

But I keep asking myself

Why it had to end like this

Why did it have to end like this

So I'm screaming into the sky

Cause it's my only way to say goodbye

And I'm still asking for an answer why

Why I never got the chance to say goodbye

In your honor I will live my life

Do the best that I can

And in your memory I will take this life for granted

Ever again

To say goodbye

Kingdom of Sorrow-Screaming into The Sky

This helped get me through the loss of two best mates. Awesome track anaw.

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By *ensualbicock OP   Man
over a year ago

liverpool wavertree picton clock

Run to the hills ...run for your life ......

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By *ud and BryanCouple
over a year ago

Boston, Lincolnshire

The forest it whispers my name..... Bryan, Bryan...

Vampire Trousers by Evil Scarecrow

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By *inky_couple2020Couple
over a year ago

North West


"Run to the hills ...run for your life ......"

From the same band:

I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime

Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time

'Cause at 5 O'clock they take me to the gallows pole, yeah

The sands of time for me are running low, running low

When the priest comes to read me the last rites

Take a look through the bars at the last sights

Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be that there's some sort of error

Hard to stop the surmounting terror

Is it really the end, not some crazy dream?

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming

It's not easy to stop from screaming

But words escape me when I try to speak

Tears fall but why am I crying

After all I'm not afraid of dying

Don't I believe that there never is an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard

Somebody cries from a cell, 'God be with you'

If there's a God then why has He let me go?

As I walk my life drifts before me

Though the end is near I'm not sorry

Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away

Mark my words, believe my soul lives on

Don't worry now I have gone

Gone beyond to seek the truth, yeah, yeah

When you know that your time is close at hand

Maybe then you'll begin to understand

Life down here is just a strange illusion

Yeah, hallowed be thy name

Yeah, hallowed be thy name

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

She was a fast machine

She kept her motor clean

She was the best damn woman I had ever seen

She had the sightless eyes

Telling me no lies

Knockin' me out with those American thighs

Taking more than her share

Had me fighting for air

She told me to come but I was already there

'Cause the walls start shaking

The earth was quaking

My mind was aching

And we were making it and you

Shook me all night long

Yeah you shook me all night long

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By *uryWhipMan
over a year ago

Harringay

Greatest song ever

Why don't you, sit right back,

And I, I may tell you, a tale.

A tale of three, little pigs,

And a big, bad, wolf.

Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.

He spent most of his days, just a dreaming of the city.

And then one day, he bought a guitar.

He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.

But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.

Built his house out of straw, what a pity.

And then one day, jamming on some chords,

Along came the wolf, knocking on his door.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.

He spent most of his time just a ganga smoking.

Huffing and a puffin down on Venice Beach.

Getting paid money for religious speech.

He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.

Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.

Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,

And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.

His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.

Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.

Built his house from his architect knowledge.

A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.

Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.

And then one day came the old house smasher

The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the big bad Wolf,

Well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.

And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.

"It's made out of concrete!" The little piggy shouted.

The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.

So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.

The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as they could.

"Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare, your ass is mine!"

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.

That's to end the story, for you and me.

If you still give a listen, you just may,

Here the big wolf or little piggy say.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

"And the moral of the story is,

A band with no talent can easily amuse

Idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."

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By *agermeisterMan
over a year ago

Leeds

"You're walking up with your eyes on me

It's looking good but I just don't know

I need a girl who can keep her head

All Night Long

You didn't come just to see the show

I guess you know what you want to see

The way you smile lets me know I can't go wrong

I want to touch you

I want to feel you

I want to make you mine

I want to love you (all night long)

I want to be with you (all night long)

I want to love you (all night long)

I want to be with you (all night long)

I saw you standing down by the stage

Your Black stockings and your see through dress

Your mouth is open but I don't want to hear ya

Say good night

You're sorta young

But you're over age

I don't care cause I like your style

Don't know about your brain

But you look alright"

Eeee they don't write em like that anymore.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Greatest song ever

Why don't you, sit right back,

And I, I may tell you, a tale.

A tale of three, little pigs,

And a big, bad, wolf.

Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.

He spent most of his days, just a dreaming of the city.

And then one day, he bought a guitar.

He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.

But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.

Built his house out of straw, what a pity.

And then one day, jamming on some chords,

Along came the wolf, knocking on his door.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.

He spent most of his time just a ganga smoking.

Huffing and a puffin down on Venice Beach.

Getting paid money for religious speech.

He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.

Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.

Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,

And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.

His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.

Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.

Built his house from his architect knowledge.

A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.

Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.

And then one day came the old house smasher

The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the big bad Wolf,

Well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.

And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.

"It's made out of concrete!" The little piggy shouted.

The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.

So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.

The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as they could.

"Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare, your ass is mine!"

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.

That's to end the story, for you and me.

If you still give a listen, you just may,

Here the big wolf or little piggy say.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

"And the moral of the story is,

A band with no talent can easily amuse

Idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."

"

Maynards a legend, it came on my playlist in the van today, automatically turned it up to full blast

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Pull that tape worm out of your ass , hey !

System of a Down

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By *uryWhipMan
over a year ago

Harringay


"Greatest song ever

Why don't you, sit right back,

And I, I may tell you, a tale.

A tale of three, little pigs,

And a big, bad, wolf.

Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.

He spent most of his days, just a dreaming of the city.

And then one day, he bought a guitar.

He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.

But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.

Built his house out of straw, what a pity.

And then one day, jamming on some chords,

Along came the wolf, knocking on his door.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.

He spent most of his time just a ganga smoking.

Huffing and a puffin down on Venice Beach.

Getting paid money for religious speech.

He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.

Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.

Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,

And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.

His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.

Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.

Built his house from his architect knowledge.

A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.

Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.

And then one day came the old house smasher

The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the big bad Wolf,

Well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.

And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.

"It's made out of concrete!" The little piggy shouted.

The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.

So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.

The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as they could.

"Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare, your ass is mine!"

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.

That's to end the story, for you and me.

If you still give a listen, you just may,

Here the big wolf or little piggy say.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

"And the moral of the story is,

A band with no talent can easily amuse

Idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."

Maynards a legend, it came on my playlist in the van today, automatically turned it up to full blast "

Did Maynard write that one? Hes not credited. Dany Carey played drums on it though

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"Greatest song ever

Why don't you, sit right back,

And I, I may tell you, a tale.

A tale of three, little pigs,

And a big, bad, wolf.

Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.

He spent most of his days, just a dreaming of the city.

And then one day, he bought a guitar.

He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.

But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.

Built his house out of straw, what a pity.

And then one day, jamming on some chords,

Along came the wolf, knocking on his door.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.

He spent most of his time just a ganga smoking.

Huffing and a puffin down on Venice Beach.

Getting paid money for religious speech.

He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.

Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.

Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,

And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.

His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.

Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.

Built his house from his architect knowledge.

A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.

Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.

And then one day came the old house smasher

The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the big bad Wolf,

Well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.

And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.

"It's made out of concrete!" The little piggy shouted.

The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.

So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.

The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as they could.

"Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare, your ass is mine!"

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.

That's to end the story, for you and me.

If you still give a listen, you just may,

Here the big wolf or little piggy say.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

"And the moral of the story is,

A band with no talent can easily amuse

Idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."

Maynards a legend, it came on my playlist in the van today, automatically turned it up to full blast

Did Maynard write that one? Hes not credited. Dany Carey played drums on it though "

Ooh everydays a school day, I've got the cereal killer album and never actually noticed that

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By *uryWhipMan
over a year ago

Harringay


"Greatest song ever

Why don't you, sit right back,

And I, I may tell you, a tale.

A tale of three, little pigs,

And a big, bad, wolf.

Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.

He spent most of his days, just a dreaming of the city.

And then one day, he bought a guitar.

He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.

But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.

Built his house out of straw, what a pity.

And then one day, jamming on some chords,

Along came the wolf, knocking on his door.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.

He spent most of his time just a ganga smoking.

Huffing and a puffin down on Venice Beach.

Getting paid money for religious speech.

He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.

Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.

Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,

And along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.

His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.

Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.

Built his house from his architect knowledge.

A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.

Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.

And then one day came the old house smasher

The big bad wolf, the little piggy slasher.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Well the big bad Wolf,

Well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.

And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.

"It's made out of concrete!" The little piggy shouted.

The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.

So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.

The sent out Rambo, just as fast, as they could.

"Yo, wolf-face, I'm your worst nightmare, your ass is mine!"

Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.

That's to end the story, for you and me.

If you still give a listen, you just may,

Here the big wolf or little piggy say.

Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Little Pig, little pig, let me in.

Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin!

Well I'm huffing, I'm puffing, I'll blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing, puffin, blow your house in.

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

Huffing and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!

"And the moral of the story is,

A band with no talent can easily amuse

Idiots, with a stupid, puppet show."

Maynards a legend, it came on my playlist in the van today, automatically turned it up to full blast

Did Maynard write that one? Hes not credited. Dany Carey played drums on it though

Ooh everydays a school day, I've got the cereal killer album and never actually noticed that "

I've owned this album on every format. Even the VHS which I think is at my mums house. Wish they would put it out on Blueray

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By *ifty grades of shadyCouple
over a year ago

Carisbrooke, Isle of Wight

I see you standing there, you think you're so cool, why don't you, fuck off.

Back in the 80's for me, this summed up Appetite for Destruction. The closest thing to never mind the bollocks for impact and attitude and they talked the talk.

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By *2000ManMan
over a year ago

Worthing

Anything by Bon Scott. Died 40 years ago today.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Ye kin suck,

Ye kim fuck,

Ye kim dae the Washin up

I’ve had enough

Come on fuck off.

Macc Lads

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By *ensualbicock OP   Man
over a year ago

liverpool wavertree picton clock

Hello me, it's me again .........

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