Collection Prestige

PARTY AT YOUR HOUSE There's a party at your house tonight We come to party at your house tonight.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Think that I've become incurable A stool with a skirt could be possible Let me proceed I am hot as hell Don't go away jolie Mademoiselle Let yourself go Go down below You won't have this honour everyday She walked away, found me laughable My technique must be improvable Someone find me a charisma dealer An easy method of delicate humour Rotten luck Lost again Another night With Mr. Hand In the end Nobody goes unfucked but me (Fuck me I'm famous) Everyone gets a ride for free but me (Fuck me I'm famous) You can't hurry love no you just have to wait But waiting for thirty years seems OK (I'm with the band) Nobody gets unfucked but me "Man turns animal for the erotic pleasures of women... and men." Threatening would be unforgivable Drugging would be a poor spectacle Though the beast is howling to be fed Ain't got many choices to fill my bed Let yourself go Go down below You won't have this honour everyday This time it seemed to be feasible She smiled and said I was edible While undressing she swore she loved our songs So I showed her all my bass licks all night long Stuck up bitch She went away What's wrong with the girls today? In the end Nobody goes unfucked but me (Fuck me I'm famous) Everyone gets a ride for free but me (Fuck me I'm famous) You can't hurry love no you just have to wait But waiting for thirty years seems OK (Where is my share?) Nobody gets unfucked but me "The chase is better than the catch." The chase is better than the catch But catching nothing gets boring Everyone gets a ride for free but me Ain't I Fuckable?

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

On a Saturday morning anywhere on this planet There’s a guy dressed in black renting a camionnette He's about to leave with a couple of friends To play a show with their band called RINGLESS WITCHES HANDS Six hours on the road across half their country Driving carefully yet possessed by the spirit of the Unholy How could they've known about the underground curse (They'd spend) six hours on the road to have the pleasure to rehearse Every Saturday evening anywhere on this earth Guys in black plugging amps make the spotlights burst Try to raise true evil from a bunch of customers Then negotiate a beer with a close-minded bartender Underground lives and forever will! Bring me the head of the guy who's gonna pay the bill Underground force shall rule forever! Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster Underground is something funny Make a step out of it, be considered as trendy Underground force shall rule forever Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster The power of the Goat nobody can deny Is unfortunately stuck outside the doors of the bar Five dark warriors are left with their satanic hits Invoking forces of darkness before fish and chips Underground lives and forever will! Bring me the head of the guy who's gonna pay the bill Underground force shall rule forever! Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster Underground is something funny Make a step out of it, be considered as trendy Underground shall rule forever Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster 66 Euros and 60 cents At the toll gate of the motorway As they were waiting for an evil sign That’s exactly what they were asked to pay Useless to call the Dark Lord as you feel lost They were out to learn that to their cost Their empty bellies moaning like living dead Their heavy bodies waiting for a decent bed Make up melts with sweat and tears For Satan’s sake, the skin lotion’s near Yet possessed by the hate of Christ Yet spitting on the book of lies Every Saturday evening till the end of time Angry teens will wait in vain for a satanic sign They will soon cut their hair and lead a normal life Never again to reverse the perch of Jesus Christ Underground lives and forever will! Bring me the head of the guy who's gonna pay the bill Underground force shall rule forever! Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster Underground is something funny Make a step out of it, be considered as trendy Underground force shall rule forever Not tonight for this is a satanic disaster Underground lives and forever will! Bring me the head of the guy, bring me the head of the guy Underground force shall rule forever! Bring me the head of the guy who's gonna pay the bill Underground is something funny "Tels les chiens dans la plaine Suppurant de sa haine Transperce la chair Lèche le sang de la haine"

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Right "Right click... Save target as..." And the work is done Easy as ABC, on a golden plate Free for everyone A track won't be enough Get the complete works, What does it change? 5 hours to swallow A lifetime creation Anything strange? From Elvis to the Doors up to Judas Priest I’ve got it all! Browse my folder, fill your disk From Sinatra to Genesis up to Motörhead The universal knowledge The masterpieces of all time Art For free, just add it to your virtual cart And when a singer gets ruined and ceases to sing The TV channels will build some new kings "Right click... Save target as..." Or fill your wish list Don't forget anything, it would be a shame No file is missing The last one of the folder You shouldn't neglect This one's a hit The artist is glad to show you His supermarket bills And his rent receipts You're currently listening to "Right Click... Save as..." from the new Carnival in Coal album called "Collection Prestige". Feel free to download it and enjoy it with all your friends. And, by the way, don't you drink and drive, and if you're old enough to vote, register. That's one good advice from your Carnival in Coal friend. From the Shadows to the Stones up to Napalm Death I’ve got it all! Browse my folder, hold your breath From the Beatles to the Bee-Gees up to Brutal Truth The universal knowledge Went to the baker's Stole some bread Got arrested That makes no sense

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

There’s a hole in my pocket And my hand through the hole And my crotch beats the rhythm Of the flashing light It’s a little too early To pick up a bone Or steal a souvenir Out of a body bag Crashes and drownings and arson fires The birth and the breeding of desire Meet me at the scene of the crime Hiding a satisfaction smile, say Blood-o-rama (oyoyo) can you feel it Ain’t nothing better to feel alive Smell of coma (oyoyo) I can’t help it Gets me relaxed and bucked up Ain’t no drama (oyoyo) just forget it There’s no reason there’s no cause Splattered remains overdose Cartilage holocaust I heard a neck snappin’ Think I heard a jaw crackin’ Drunk at the wheel Here’s another pal crashin’ Half naked bodies lying dislocated Wide opened torsos, members isolated A real delight for the eyes The real beauty is inside (Check out the real beauty) Humerus, radius, humerus, radius Duodenum... Humerus, radius, humerus, radius Cerebellum... Humerus, radius, humerus, radius Sacrum... Humerus, radius, humerus, radius Chewing-Gum... Blood-o-rama (oyoyo) can you feel it Ain’t nothing better to feel alive Smell of coma (oyoyo) I can’t help it Gets me relaxed and bucked up Ain’t no drama (oyoyo) just forget it There’s no reason there’s no cause Splattered remains overdose Cartilage holocaust I heard a neck snappin’ I thought I heard a neck snappin’ All right

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

(A Swedish Winter Tale Episode II) In the middle of nowhere In the eye of the storm I can hear raging thunder And many other clichés I remember the bird’s words Foreseeing nature’s victory In the grandeur of its multitude Only but toys are we (this is meaningless) Wicked Wind! In the eye of the storm I hear the call of magic Riddles yelling to be solved The seven paths to Rahahaaz I must walk and forget my fear For the ones who make this journey will acquire wisdom (and probably an extra beer) Beyond the secrets one can find hides a decision divine But will you find the One who pulls the strings? It isn’t the Lord of The Rings, though it would make a brilliant rhyme The man who finds the answer (will) be our king Took a nap before going Visions invaded my dreams Weird creatures flashing in my mind They appear, then they disappear What does that mean? A sheep with a ball gown Surrounded by pygmies (Note: Why pygmies?) A lady and a dormant sponge (which will surely make sense in a near future) In the middle of nowhere In the eye of the storm May God spare me the way Leading straight to the Grim Reaper Seven deadly sins, seven ways to win Seven holy paths and believe it or not I stepped in shit Off to a good start... Haaaaa! (Justifying what you’ve heard, Anger’s knocking at my mind’s door) I can’t wait ‘til bedtime Can’t wait until bedtime! The road will be hard, the road will be long If you don’t mind I’d rather postpone my quest For everything that’s been happening so far It really doesn’t make me feel at my best In the middle of nowhere In the eye of the storm The path to Rahahaaz I will walk and forget my fear But a week before or a week after, that is no great deal Beyond the secrets one can find hides a decision divine But will you find the One who pulls the strings? It isn’t the Lord of The Rings, though it would make a brilliant rhyme The man who finds the answer (will) be our king But there’s no hurry... To be continued...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Channel 1, 7 PM Win a car or a tennis racket Channel 2, same hour Win a house or a vacuum cleaner Channel 3, one minute later Win a week with your favourite singer Channel 4, within an hour Spell your name without mistake, you’re the winner! Channel 5, a quarter to 9 Brainless teens speak their minds about life Channel 6, ten minutes ago A former rock star was milking a cow We are glad to inform you That what you see is your life Thinking forbidden (life) Buy your illusions (life) All credit cards are welcome (life) Thinking forbidden (life) Buy your illusions (life) (The camera eye is part of your life) It’s been there since day one From the cradle to the grave For entertainment’s sake And so it goes, over and over There’s even more dream in my refrigerator More wit and humour in a liver slice Much more excitement in a plate of rice The TV dictatorship makes me sick Rather vote by phone for a brainless chick Than to open your wallet and give a dime To the local bum so he can buy a bottle of wine We are glad to inform you That what you see is your life Thinking forbidden (life) Buy your illusions (life) All credit cards are welcome (life) Thinking forbidden (life) Buy your illusions (life) It’s been there since day one From the cradle to the grave For entertainment’s sake Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night I must admit I feel guilty I feel ashamed of human kind I wish I left it all behind Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night I must admit that I ain’t proud... So I grab my phone and vote for brainless chicks And I order dozens of useless shits And then I close my eyes and I fall asleep Thinking of how happy I will be So I grab my phone and vote for brainless chicks And I order dozens of useless shits Thinking of how happy I will be On the delivery day

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

There’s a girl, her name is Bambirella A gothic little princess grooving like an umbrella One could swear she’s an ad for autism (But she’s) two hundred pounds of poetry and dark romanticism She’s been invited by a neighbour at a West Indian party Rum flowing everywhere, stupid people laughing loudly Neurosis resurfaces, she’d be better on her own Than to share a night of shit with La Compagnie Créole Bambirella don’t like Carioca Fuck off Huggy, leave me on the sofa (Tous ensemble!) Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Eh oui (Ohlala) C’est comme ça Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ben v’là (Ohlala) C’est la vie Some assholes are gonna learn what it’s like to be down Pas de chatte (Ohlala) C’est la faille Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Eh oui (Ohlala) C’est comme ça "Dancing is easier than trying to find some work" She thinks, as inside she slowly goes berserk She feels several laughing eyes are scanning her entire body She knows that within hours they all will be so sorry Gross reflections, stupid puns and silly jokes The cheap perfumes melted with the smells of booze and smoke It makes her really sick so she’s heading for the toilets She’s barely at the door (when) she feels a hand on her butt... Oh no! Too much for her to take Something’s growing inside Too much for her to take They can run but can’t hide Too much for her to take The fuckin’ fury is now unleashed She is gonna quote some Baudelaire To the motherfucker who touched her derriere (Zoukez!) Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Eh oui (Ohlala) C’est comme ça Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ben v’là (Ohlala) C’est la vie Some assholes are gonna learn what it’s like to be down Pas de chatte (Ohlala) C’est la faille Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Ohlala Eh oui (Ohlala) C’est comme ça Fuck that shit Bambirella will never go there again All alone, without one of her depressed friends (Note: Could Kassav’s drummer play that pleasant bridge?) There’s no fun in all their Caribbean shit No frizzy asshole hair-dressed like Robert Smith Let the song end with the third shotgun blast for no particular reason

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Every day my metal friend Shakes my bed at 6am (Wake up!) Then the shiny serving clones Run in with my telephones Talking fast I make a deal Buy the fake and sell what's real What's this pain here in my chest? Maybe I should take a rest They send the heart police To put you under cardiac arrest And as they drag you to the door They tell you that you've failed the test Living in the... Living in the plastic age Looking only half my age Hello doctor lift my face I wish my skin could stand the pace In the bed I read my mind Remember how the mice were blind I watch them fighting in their cage Could this be the plastic age? They send the heart police To put you under cardiac arrest And as they drag you to the door They tell you that you've failed the test Living in the... Plastic age Plastic age Plastic age They send the heart police To put you under cardiac arrest And as they drag you to the door They tell you that you've failed the test Living in the... Plastic age Plastic age Plastic age

Submitted by The Void — Nov 11, 2025

Awaken by a bird song sounding like a steel fork on the bottom of a saucepan, I yawned and scared myself with the wet dog smell coming from the hole that used to be my mouth (but for now, there’s a sponge inside). Morning promises, tomorrow’s treasons D.O.A. Keep on feeding my liquid illusions D.O.A. Morning promises, tomorrow’s treasons D.O.A. Drunk Once Again... Wine stains, puke smells If I drink again I’ll go to hell Locked door, I’m too tired Sitting on my pride, I’ll sleep outside Morning promises, tomorrow’s treasons D.O.A. Keep on feeding my liquid illusions D.O.A. Morning promises, tomorrow’s treasons D.O.A. Keep on feeding nothing Nothing D.O.A. (I hate myself too when I’m drunk)

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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