Metal O'Clock

by Henry Metal

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released August 29, 2017

Artwork by An3mic

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Track Name: I Don't Care
there was a time when perhaps i wasn't clear
but let me clear the air
in case i misspoke, trying to be nice
let me be precise
in case you feel that i do, be advised i don't
i don't care
and should you think that i will
please rest assured i won't
cause i don't care

i won't join the majority
i won't obey your authority
i don't accept your priorities
cause i don't care

i don't believe anything you say
i won't fall for your giveaways
i wont be part of your judgement day
cause i don't care

you think i need you to save me
you think you're going to enslave me
you think your might makes you right
you think these things but i don't care

think i'm a slave to break in?
i say that you're mistaken
you'd better reawaken to the fact that
i don't care

say whatever you wanna say
but i will not be explained away
and i certainly won't obey
cause i don't care

you think i need you to save me
you think you're going to enslave me
you think your money makes you right
you think these things but i don't care

your whole life is a joke
your whole world is a hoax
you think i need you to agree?
you must be kidding me...
GO...

i won't join the majority
i won't obey your authority
i don't accept your priorities
cause i don't care

i don't believe anything you say
i won't fall for your giveaways
i wont be part of your judgement day
cause i don't care

you think i need you to save me
you think you're going to enslave me
you think your money makes you right
you think these things but i don't care

i don't care... i don't care... i don't care
Track Name: Thrash Your Head
thrash... thrash... thrash...
get off your ass
it's time to blast
you were sworn to
because you were born to

it's time to blast!!

thrash... thrash... thrash...
off are the bets
zero regrets
answer the call
fuck it all

answer the call...

so get up off your candy ass
and decide to fucking thrash
thrash your head... thrash your head

now that you know the right way to go
you know it's a gas when you learn to thrash

thrash... thrash... thrash...
time has come
to get it done
in blood we swear
to bang our hair

in blood we swear....

so get up off your candy ass
and simply begin to fucking thrash
thrash your head... thrash your head

watch the fire, touch the flames
see the truth, forget the names
though it's hot this too shall pass
with Satan's spike up your ass
thrash...

now you know the way to go
it's a gas when you learn to thrash

you've been waiting far too long
to bang your head to a metal song
so won't you get up off that candy ass
and make the simple decision to fucking thrash...
thrash!

thrash your head... thrash your head...
Track Name: Odin
Holy shit, never seen anything like this before
And it looks like they come from the North
Holy fuck, be they demons?
Crashing upon our shores

Dang, what do we do?
Looks like they're gonna run us through...

Ancient Vikings, badass brawlers
Fighting big league for entrance to Valhalla
Kickin' ass and so the story goes
Disposing of adversarial foes

Hell from the North has now come forth...

Odin thoust beard so long
Odin thoust sorcery strong
Honor thy decree
Friend to the Valkyrie

Takin' zero shit from times of old
Wisdom sharp and hammer bold
With valor we shall fight and die
On we march through the winter sky

Hell from the North has now come forth...

Odin thoust beard so long
Odin thoust sorcery strong
Honor thy decree
Friend to the Valkyrie

Oh shit... no time to prepare
Fuck... looks like they're here

Hordes of ships as thick as flies
Descend upon your shores, they yell "surprise!"
Grabbing up all your jewels and pearls
swiping all of your hottest girls

Odin thoust hammer strong
Odin thoust cock so long
Honor thy decree
Friend to the Valkyrie
Track Name: For The Love Of Freyja
All the things have come to pass now
Foretold by the runes
Lying here in the cool grass
The bloodied bodies strewn
May Goddess Freyja find me
Under the pale moon
As I offer up to her
My last tune...

Now we see what the seers saw
The blood runs red
From the land of the snows
Comes the hammer
That makes you dead
Divine Goddess, I beseech you
To remember my name
Above the smoke of war
Your field awaits the slain

For the love of Freyja
I battle on
To find embrace in her bosom
Her soldier son
On the field Folkvangr
Where the lost get found
Blood bursts from her fingers
Run down to the ground...

This bloody axe that I wield
Is the cure for our disease
Our own daughters never had
So much as these
Now I drift from the battle cries
I can feel your light
I search hard for my last breath
I clutch your picture tight

For the love of Freyja
I battle on
To find embrace in her bosom
Her soldier son
On the field Folkvangr
Where the lost get found
Blood bursts from her fingers
Run down to the ground...

This bloody axe I wield
Is the cure for our disease
Cause our own daughters
Never had so much as these
Us boys from the northern lands
Remember tales told
Could crush any enemy
To dry your tears of gold

For the love of Freyja
I battle on
To find embrace in her bosom
Her warrior sons
On the field Folkvangr
Where the lost get found
Blood bursts from her fingers
Run down to the ground...
Track Name: Thank God for the Government
They're gonna keep me safe
Up on the airplane
By stealing my face cream
and putting me through the cancer machine

Thank God for the government
to bring us bombs and war
Thank God for the government
to keep us dumb and poor

They're gonna give me rules
To help me obey
Tell me the good things
I can think and say
They're gonna give me the news
So I know what to fear
They're gonna choose
What I can see and hear

Thank God for the government
to bring us bombs and war
Thank God for the government
to keep us stupid and poor
Thank God for our leaders
Who sing like whores
Make our lives a living hell
and have us begging for more

Please keep me safe from the hell
That I pay taxes to create
And please protect me from the guns
That you sell and make

I thank God for those special humans
Who educate me
And thank the Lord for elected leaders
Who give me a place to be

Thank God for the government
To keep us always at war
And for telling us all the reasons
Why we must be divided and torn
Track Name: Addicted to Junk
I live to purchase, I live to purchase junk
If you can put it into a box that I want...

I am the earthworm sifting the cosmic dust
I live for trinkets this is a a fact you can trust
Acquiring garbage
Is the way that I seek to win
Lotions and potions
And things that will help my skin
Cars and new houses
Give me security
Just how they do this
Remains an obscurity

Life is a game and I want the credit
If I do not get it then I regret it

Oh, I'm addicted to junk
Matter is the only thing that matters to me

There are winners and losers
Life is a game of chance
When I see a new toy
It puts me in a trance
If it isn't on sale
I'll just wait til it is
Cause payin' full retail
Is not the best way to do biz

The less that I need it the higher I weight it
The fact that I paid it is the proof that I made it

Oh, I'm addicted to junk
Matter is the only thing that matters to me

Try... try... try...
Buy... buy... buy...

Oh, I'm addicted to junk
Matter is the only thing that matters to me
Try it, I wanna buy it
The only thing that matters to me
Track Name: Gettin' Messed Up
Boom...
This a song 'bout getting messed up
Just a little ditty 'bout getting drunk
Just a little song about getting crunk
This is a song 'bout getting messed up

The time has come to throw the gauntlet down
I'm going downtown to grab a bag of brown
I'm gonna stick my face in a pile of coke 'til I look like a clown
I'm gonna drink a bottle of Scotch until I drown

This a song 'bout getting messed up
This is a tune about getting crunk
Just a little ditty 'bout getting drunk
This is a song 'bout getting messed up

Just to give you some idea
I'm gonna shove a pile of drugs in a tortilla and eat

This a song 'bout getting messed up
Little tune about getting crunk
Little ditty 'bout getting drunk
This is a song 'bout getting messed up

The time has come to relieve a bit o' stress
Gonna smoke some crystal meth and hit the bench press
Gonna snort some bath salts and then debate
Whether to go down to Florida and eat somebody's face

This a song 'bout getting messed up
Little tune about getting drunk
Little ditty 'bout getting crunk
This is a song 'bout getting messed up

Just to give you some idea
I'm gonna stuff a pile of drugs in a tortilla
I'm getting more messed up than I need to
And I may wake up in Crimea
With gonorrhea

Solo!

I've been told to just say no
But that was before I drank an entire case of Merlot
I'm getting more messed up tonight than I need to
And I may wake up in Crimea with gonorrhea

Ate three percosets and 2 ecstasy
Crankin' the tunes in hi-fidelity
Enjoying vicodin in perpetuity
Lookin' forward to a pancreatectomy

...Just kidding...
Track Name: Plastic Surgery
Now... We will explore... The possibilities... For your face

I wanna be young forever but I do not like my nose
I also do not like my chin, so what do you propose?
I'll have them chop it off and fix me up a new one
And if I am unhappy you know that I'll be suin'

I'm tired of lookin' like such a piece of poo
So get me in the computer and do what you gotta do

Plastic surgery is the guarantee

You wanna be in the greatest shape but consume too many crepes?
Science has found a way to remove excess parfait
They can just chop it off or they can suck it out
Too much beef stroganoff? There is no need to pout
You tired of lookin' like such a piece of poo?
Let 'em get the permanent marker and show you what they gonna do

Plastic surgery is the guarantee
That I will always be a thing of sweet beauty

Get the permanent marker and draw that shit on right
Make your incision and pull back that flap tonight
Remove the tissue, be sure to make that shit tight
When I walked in my face was fucked
But now we'll make it right!

I'm tired of lookin' like a piece of fuckin' shit
So put me in the computer and let's get on with it!

Plastic surgery is the guarantee
Of immortality and of beauty

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