paroles de chanson Birthday Dethday - Dethklok
Many
years
ago
today
Something
grew
inside
of
your
mother
That
thing
was
YOU!
You!
You!
You!
You!
You!
Did
she
scream?
Did
she
cry?
Only
those
that
are
born
Are
ones
that
get
to
die!
One
more
year
closer
to
dying
Rotting
organs
ripping
grinding
Biological
discordance
Birthday
equals
self-abhorance
-Solo-
Years
keep
passing,
aging
always
Mutate
into
vapid
slugs
Doctor
gives
a
new
prescription
Bullet
in
a
fucking
gun
One
more
year
closer
to
dying
Plastic
surgeons
fuel
the
lying
You
forget
why
you
came
in
here
Your
mind
rots
with
every
New
Year
R.S.V.P.,
please
For
the
deth
of
thee
You
have
little
time
And
you're
running
out
of
life
Happy
Birthday
You're
gonna
die!
Now
you're
old
and
full
of
hatred
Take
a
pill
To
masterbatred
Children
point
to
you
and
scream
Because
they
will
become
that
thing
One
more
year
of
further
suffering
There's
no
point
of
fucking
bluffing
Open
up
your
Dethday
present
It's
a
box
of
fucking
nothing
R.S.V.P.,
please
For
the
deth
of
thee
You
have
little
time
And
you're
running
out
of
life
Happy
birthday
You're
gonna
die!
Die-die
Deth-day
Birth-day
Deth-day
Die-die
Deth-day
Birth-day
Deth-day
-Solos-
R.S.V.P.,
please
For
the
deth
of
thee
You
have
little
time
You're
running
out
of
life
Happy
birthday
You're
gonna
die
You're
running
out
of
life
1 Bloodrocuted
2 Go Into the Water
3 Face Fisted
4 Briefcase Full of Guts
5 The Lost Vikings
6 Birthday Dethday
7 Go Forth and Die
8 Murmaider
9 Hatredcopter
10 Thunderhorse
11 Awaken
12 Deththeme
13 Fansong
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