Disposal of Poseurs

The Butt

The Admiral
Sep 10, 2007
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The void.
"Disposal of Poseurs"

Hardcore dancers, inducing primal rage
Disrespect for the bands taking the stage
Flailing their arms and legs like an ape
Their cranial dome, my hammer will rape

Insolent shits, falses and poseurs
A cancer in critical need of a cure
My infinite hatred swirls like a cyclone
Concave collapsing of cranial bone

Kids draped in filthy false metal rags
Should they enter our shows, they'll leave in a bag
Gross pretenders of true metal craft
Their dying wails drowned by a sick, morbid laugh
 
"Denim Destroyer"

Wakes up in the morning, in a major fuckin' rage
Grabs a Holy Bible, wipes his asshole with a page
Clad in dirty patch-vest, nothing can deny
His breakfast of bourbon, shot straight into the eye

Denim Destroyer
Denim Destroyer

A purveyor of true metal, with contempt towards the false
On a drunken fuckin' rampage, kicking poseurs in the balls
And that's just on good day, when liquor clouds his head
If he's sober, look out; or you'll end up fucking dead

Denim Destroyer
Denim Destroyer

(Dedicated to Schmidty-boy in his sloppy drunken glory, cause he likes it hot and sloppy the Johnny Gan way)