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PENIKUFESIN
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Produced by
Anthrax & Mark Dodson 1989 - ISLAND RECORDS |
FRANK BELLO -
bass guitar
SCOTT IAN - rhythm guitar
CHARLIE BENANTE - drums
JOEY BELLADONNA - vocals
DAN SPITZ - lead guitar
Now It's Dark (5:34)
Antisocial (French Version) (4:26)
Friggin in the Riggin (5:18)
Parasite (3:14)
Sects (3:06)
Pipeline (2:00)
Now It's Dark (5:34)
In dreams I
can rule your life, with me nothing's ever right.
Sing for me up on a stage, keep your mind trapped in a cage.
I'm your man I'm what you need, dance with me but never lead.
One deep breath will set me free, don't you fuckin' look at me.
You know that I am...
One fuckin' well dressed man!
Chorus:
Now it's dark, but I can see,
Don't you fuckin' look at me.
Now it's dark, your gonna be,
Exactly what I want to see.
Now it's dark, Mommy,
Don't you fuckin' look at me!
A sensation,
Of elation,
Intoxication,
Now it's dark!
A candy coated existence, underneath is decadence.
What was hidden you have found, made it your own battleground.
Pretty, pretty don't say please, don't you fuckin' look at me.
You know that I am...
One fuckin' well dressed man!
Chorus
I'll send you a love letter
Straight from the bottom of my heart.
You'll be fucked forever
The candy coated clown's done his part.
I'm your man I'm what you need
Dance with me but never lead.
One deep breath will set me free
Don't you fuckin' look at me.
You know that I am...
One fuckin' well dressed man!
Chorus
Antisocial
(French Version) (4:26)
(French lyrics unavailable)
For English version see State of Euphoria lyrics
Friggin in
the Riggin (5:18)
(Music and Lyrics by the Sex Pistols Additional lyrics by
Anthrax)
There was a bunch of roadies
And this here is their story
A scurvy bunch of evil twits
Who never say they're sorry
They've traveled cross the nations
Fuckin'paid vacations
We love the schism that they make
They're here for the duration
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
The captians name is Rick
Whose "Bozo-do" is slick
He really thinks he knows it all
He's just a Jersey hick
Wanking, cranking, Georgie
He always finds an orgy
He rubs his balls and picks his nose
He's horny Georgie porgie
Chorus
The kind of sleeze is Ring
Polaroid's his thing
He whipped it out, her teeth fell out
And now it's in a sling
From L.A. we have Troy
His fetish is Playboy
A smelly trout, he'll eat it out
Go wash your hands you're M.O.I.
Chorus
John Tempeta is The Joker
The Adams apple choker
Sandra Bernhard is his twin
He'd probably even poke her
The B-boy was John Rooney
He was a fuckin' looney
He does a rap, he thinks he's black
He's soft like Gerry Cooney
Chorus
Yo my name is Bill
Dur, bouncing is my skill, Duh,
Smoke ten packs and use my plaque
Duh, with my breath I'll kill
Thursby is the lard ass
The monitors are his task
The sound they made when the band played
Was like Ed Trunk with bad gas
Chorus
The photobug is Ambo
He'll fill up and hairy hole
We'll blindfold you with dental floss
You burnt out fuckin' bimbo
The bottom liine is Z
Oh please don't sit on me
Go wipe your hemoroid ridden butt
You 1960's hippy!
Chorus
This here was the story
About our fuckin' roadies
A scurvy bunch of evil twits
Who never say they're sorry
They've traveled cross the nations
Fuckin' paid vacations
We love the schism that they make
They're here for the duration
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin' in the riggin'
Friggin'in the riggin'
There was fuck all else to do
Parasite
(3:14)
(Ace Frehley)
She'll always be there trying to grab a hold
She thought she knew me, but she didn't know
That I was sad and wanted her to go
Parasite lady
Parasite eyes
Parasite lady
No need to cry
I didn't wanna have to get away
I told her things I didn't want to say
I need her and I hope she'll understand
Parasite lady
Parasite eyes
Parasite lady
No need to cry
Sects
(3:06)
Originally by Trust
Pipeline
(2:00)
(Instrumental)
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