Too Loud to Live, Too Drunk to Die

It ain't no secret we've seen better days Ain't no lie we chose some unhealthy ways Compared to you we still come out on top You're no success, you're a fraud and a flop Live in the gutter, don't need a roof Homelessness is manly, and we're the proof We build our thrones of garbage and waste Get drunk on gasoline, come have a taste Chorus: Still the elite of all mankind Better than you and your friends combined Still the elite of the universe We're in the lead, we are the scum of the Earth Me and the boys, we're still living life rough Never bought into your daily life bluff Won't take no paycheck, we steal what we need Won't ever be part of society You better watch out on the wrong side of town If we pick up your scent, we'' hunt you down We operate by the code of the street Won't ever wimp out, we're the fucking elite

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Don't wanna know about your feelings or where your life went wrong Don't wanna hear a fucking flute in a heavy metal song We like our music raw, filthy and obscene You and your mam boys are just too weak and clean Chorus: W'er waging war cause we hate your style LIFE METAL MUST DIE Punishment will come without a trial LIFE METAL MUST DIE If the rumors of an acoustic set turns out to be true Then we'll break in backstage, and piss in your fondue We are ready to take action, to keep the metal pure If you're wimping out the scene, you will never be secure If we find a word about your love life in your lyric sheet Then you will kiss the asphalt, taste the concrete If you sing about your broken heart, your nose will break too That's not a promise, that's a threat aimed at you!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Been full blown alcoholics since our early teens Heavy drinking, loose living has shaped the life we lead Our lousy judgment has always called the shots Every decision carried without second thought Always in trouble, always chased down by the law Always out of line, always pushing it too far Everybody says we belong six feet underground We just laugh at the losers, and keep fucking up the sound Chorus: We should be long gone but we just won't go away Deserve to be killed for the way we behave But we'll stick around 'til we can't piss on your grave We're too loud to live, too drunk to die Our abuse of destruction makes the neighborhood shake People think our survival has to be a mistake When they keep finding us passed out in their lawn Always asking themselves why we ain't dead and gone Our presence ain't welcome but we have come to stay We're never gonna leave, we will never go away We'll keep on drinking, keep on picking fights Maybe we're too loud to live but we're too drunk to die

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Waking up on the couch with empty beer cans everywhere My place haven't been cleaned in years but I'm too lazy to care I usually spend my days walking around in my underwear Only talk to my neighbors when they got change to spare Chorus: I'm a scumbag Always looking for a party to crash or a situation to intrude I'm the reason people quit their jobs, I'm the reason people move Never been blamed to be a nice guy, never had a classy act I'm the guy who fucks your sister and never calls her back Haven't worked a day in my life, I haven't even tried My Welfare check is all I need to keep me satisfied I spend it all on homemade booze, beer and cheap escorts Then I'll give YOU a call when it's time to borrow some more

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Do you wanna take the step, do you wanna cross that line? Do you wanna show the losers that you have a spine? Join us on our journey, follow in our trail Won't slow down until we are all dead or in jail Chorus: It's a one way ticket to self destruction Future plans smashed beyond reconstruction Get ready to life your days like a swine Bad booze, bad women, bad drugs, bad wine Gehenna will destroy your life There ain't no return once the die is cast We're going downhill and going fucking fast Ain't got no goal beyond another bender Ain't got no friends but the public defender

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

It was one of those mornings, just had to call in sick My body's aching and my mind was playing tricks I haven't had a drink the last one or two days Jumped on the phone to find some hell to raise Chorus: Time to fall off the wagon Gave Charley a call, and Hellcop's coming too Rob is coming later but he will bring some booze Let's wake up the neighbors, let's disturb the peace Blasting early Sodom every Raven release A couple of hours later we fell into our favorite bar And through the fucking wall we parked the car The annoying bartender whined and complained We slapped his face and got back to drinking again

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Losers always ask: why do you got to be so rude? Why have you got such a bad attitude? ow come you're drunk in the early afternoon? How come your gigs are always out of tune? Chorus: Cause we're a street metal band, you poser Live life like a fucking bulldozer Yeah, we're a street metal band, pretty boy Put on this Earth to destroy Why do you smell like filthy hounds? How come you never clean up your sound? How can it be that you're still around? When you should all be six feet underground Why do you always lie, steal and cheat? How come you suck but still claim you're the elite? How can you live in such deprivation? How come you leave a trail of pure devastation?

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Cruising in the streets, it's Saturday night Asking for trouble, looking for a fight Got a six-pack in one hand, a punch in the other It's gonna go down, one way or another You'll be many and we'll be few But we're harder and meaner than all of you We're scarred and bloody and will never stop And we're heading straight for the fucking top Chorus: Armed with chains, pipes and bats Got knuckles dressed in black We gonna beat, gonna cut, gonna stab 'Cause tonight we fight The street's our arena, the gutter is our stage We're coming through like a fucking earthquake Supported by criminals, addicts and drunks Street corner dealers and deadbeat punks A discarded outcast violent mob Watching over our turf like rabid dogs You can stick around but if you're not approved We'll use excessive force to get you removed People crawl out the sewers, the underground unite You can try to hide and you can run for your life But you'll know for a fact when we're coming to town The Geneva Convention won't be around

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

When you're all out of tricks and you get bored by the kicks When the buzz is wearing off and you just had enough When they pushed you too far, won't give you credit at the bar When your demons catch up, but you don't give a fuck Chorus: When all else fails - destroy When all the bridges are burned, when the tables are turned When they're hot on your trail, wanna pt you in jail When you're all out of luck, but it's too late to stop Show some bite to your bark, make sure you leave your fuckin' mark

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Racing through the night, only one thing on my mind Not a single care for the mess I leave behind Speed is my name and riding fast is my game But I'm short on fuel and it's your turn to pay Chorus: I'm low on cash but high on speed Another night in the fast lane is what I need Sobriety is the enemy So pick up your wallet, and hand it to me Rolling hammer down, foot to the floor Cruising the highway like a thunderstorm I'm heading your way and I'm heading it hard You better be ready with that MasterCard Tires are smoking as I'm speeding through town Full moon is rising and I'll never slow down Just fill me up with cheap whiskey and beer And when my tank is full, I'm outta here

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

I was up all night I had to write a brand new song With lyrics about Satan and not more than 3 minutes long But the paper was empty and the riffs all sounded like shit Then I remembered this band that just released a hit I came up with a brilliant, bullet-proof plan Jumped in the car and picked up the rest of the band Now we're almost ready with our next LP Because we broke into your song and stole your idea Chorus: We stole your song We listened to your sound and liked some of the riffs Your chorus sucked but the rest got on our list The lyrics were awful except for a line or two The solo was not great but I guess it will do So maybe we're not gonna break new ground Not make a career with a brand new sound But we'll release an album, or maybe two And almost all of the songs are written by you

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

We're the ones you heard about, untight but really loud Always drunkest in the room, always sand out in a crowd Extremely hostile, non-hygienic, always in your face Crowned the kings of bad behavior, masters of disgrace We're the ones you read about, still living the dream Anti-fit, out of shape, won't follow the stream True satanic, violent, with an unpolished act Well experienced troublemakers, from the wrong side of the tracks Chorus: We're unholy, unpleasant, unclassy and drunks Unsober, unfriendly, untalented punks Unholy, unpleasant, uncaring obscene Uneasy, unwelcome, unstable and mean We're the ones you talk about who never runs from a fight Parents call us dangerous but their daughters call every night Pure obnoxious non-believers, tons of sex appeal Anti-poser, street-fighting, underground ideal

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

So you're thinking of joining a street metal band? There are a few things you have to understand You won't find any of that glory and fame But tons of humiliation and shame This is a lifestyle only the worst can survive You have to be a fucking idiot to stay alive Tons of fucking and drinking and smoking But the drugs aren't free and the sex is revolting Chorus: All of the decadence, none of the success All of the habits, but none of the cash None of the career highs, but lots of lows For every fan you'll make a hundred foes We been in this game for 20+ years We're like a disease that won't disappear Stirring up chaos, fucking up the scene Always untight, always unclean But life at the bottom comes at a cost To crawl in the gutter is no way for the soft So listen up kid, take a word from the wise Get out while you can, or you will pay the price

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025