Freak Kitchen
taste my fist
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Football, baseball and racketball too
You should worry âbout the balls that I'm crushing on you
I'm a sports fan, I'm above the law
And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw
Travel around the world in my passion for the ball
Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all
But that's not true âcos I can count to four
And I'm bitchin' with a baseball bat in my private war
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
When it comes to starting riots: I am your man!
There's nothing I wouldn't do as a hooligan
I'm a lobotomized I don't have to think
A Molotov cocktail is my kind of drink
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
- Album:
- Cooking With Pagans
- Land Of The Freaks
- Spanking Hour
- Appetizer
- Miscellaneous
- Dead Soul Men
- Freak Kitchen
- Move
- Junk Tooth
- Organic
- Compilation Rock Hard 43
- Compilation promo
- Sweden Rock Festival (Best 0f 2005/2006, Vol. 2)
- Sweden Rock Festival (Best Of 2005 / 2006, Vol. 2)
- Confusion To The Enemy
- Morons