i always think its fun to change the lyrics in crappy songs and make them about something cool, i mean, you can take the worst song ever and just with a few lyrical interjections here and there, make it into something really funny and worth hearing...i guess everybodys got a little Weird Al in them and im not any different...i usually end up taking songs and making them about grindcore, heavy metal, gore, horror, perverted stuff, and the like...and i have a dream...a dream to one day release all of my retarded, reworked, cover songs as a full length album...i would do the music too, except i would change the style to fit the lyrics and attitude i want to convey but at the same time, still keeping it recognizable to the listener as a tune that they've probably heard before...i have a ton of ideas, many different lyrics written but i have yet to take the time to arrange all the music...like i said, its a dream...but heres a few of the tracks i would do if the said album was ever completed...the Rolling Stones hit, "Get Off Of My Cloud" would become "Get Outta My Bowels" the song "Where Have All The Flowers Gone?" by Peter, Paul, And Mary would be "Where Have All The Sick Fucks Gone?" and my newest twist on a classic 80's tune "Addicted To Love" by Robert Palmer, now becomes, "Addicted To Grind" i recently played the actual Robert Palmer song and sang my new lyrics over top of it for a friend of mine and he convinced me that it would be worth posting the lyrics and the mp3 of the song on here for everyone else to listen to and sing along with because its pretty damn funny...i have a hard time making it through the whole song without laughing myself, but then again i did write this muthafucka so im somewhat biased...i hope ya'll enjoy...
ADDICTED TO GRIND
the records on, inside your home
its grind, its all you own
your head bangs, your body shakes
you raise your fist, express your hate
you can't fake, the blastbeat
theres no doubt, your growls deep
your throat is sore, but still you scream
another gig, Obscene Extreme
Whoa, you like to listen to Exhumed cause you're tough, oh yeah
Carcass and Brutal Truth, yeah Sayya-dina is real fine
you know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to grind
you blast your mind, to set you free
you're grinding at a different speed
the drums beat, in double time
another night of fucking grind, some motherfucking grind
Unholy Grave
Cephalic Carnage is all you crave
if theres some gore, thats cool with you
you don't mind some Soldered Poon
Whoa, your slogan reads that In Grindcore We Crust, oh yeah
Crotchduster, Napalm Death, Phobia or Rotten Sound
you know you're gonna have to face it, you're in the underground
might as well face it, you're addicted to grind
might as well face it, you're addicted to grind
might as well face it, you're addicted to grind
might as well face it, you're addicted to grind
might as well face it, you're addicted to grind
(gurgle gurgle, yeah) *guitar solo
the records on, inside your home
its grind, its all you own
your head bangs, the speakers grind
another song, you'll lose your mind
Whoa, Relapse ripped you off with their series of slime, oh yeah
its closer to the truth, that they are just losing touch
you know they're gonna have to face it they get weaker with time
might as well face it, they faked out on the grind
might as well face it, shitty bands they did sign
might as well face it, they are falling behind
might as well face it, i'll look elsewhere for grind
might as well face it, im addicted to grind (*start fade out)
might as well face it, im addicted to grind
might as well face it, im addicted to grind
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