Untitled Document

"The Super Commando"

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You can count on trouble, I´m gonna do my deeds.
I´m gonna take a bite from the hand that feeds.
Perhaps I´ll pull the plug on all the stinking old.
I think it´s payback time for all the lies they´ve told.

It’s an all-out onslaught when it’s going down.
I’m just cooler when it’s getting hot.
So pave the way for a machine that runs.
You know I´m loaded, I´m mad and I’m out to spike your guns.

Put a buck on chaos but it won´t pay off good.
Here´s another blast upon your neighbourhood.
It´s a sick sick world, I´m here to clean it up.
I throw a napalm party and I will be on top.

Yeah, I will show you mayhem in it´s purest form.
And put a nail in the coffin of the common norm.
I will have caused some trouble before I go out.
So barricade your doors cuz noone knows my route.

HIGH POWERED

Ring those bells and make them rise.
I see sparks shoot from your head and it’s looking nice.
Fire your weapons, don’t say okay.
Do you like this system when you pay to pay ?

I’m like a thousand tanks and I ain’t no coward.
I’m not shooting blanks, I’m high powered.

Lit the fuses, crank up the gain.
There’s nothing as refreshing as a runaway train.
Crank the siren and lead the way.
I see a big sun shining not a single ray.

I’m like a thousand tanks and I ain’t no coward.
I’m not shooting blanks, I’m high powered.

Put away the pills and go over the top.
Bring on a smack ’em up fiesta and wake them up.
Punch ’em in the kidneys, let it get out of hand.
Create a disorder in this do-this-land.

I’m like a thousand tanks and I ain’t no coward.
I’m not shooting blanks, I’m high powered.

I OWN THE ROAD

Fire in the hole, mile-eatin’, on the prowl.
Puttin’ on a show, bringin’ ’em down low.
Never have been beat, rooted to the seat.
Born with heavy feet, ploughing down the street.

A showdown to be, it’s the property of me.
I leave ’em all behind, this track is mine.
I’m dying to perform, it differs from the norm.
No matter how broad, I own the road.

A disrespectful grille, try to catch that bill.
Full speed up the hill, never standing still.
Raddest of the rad, driving like a mad.
Of meanest Detroit steel, breathing through the gills.

A showdown to be, it’s the property of me.
I leave ’em all behind, this track is mine.
I’m dying to perform, it differs from the norm.
No matter how broad, I own the road.

Dizzy from the fuel, ready for a duel.
Far from all the fools, white line fever rules.
Mayhem on 4 wheels, can’t beat how it feels.
Safety always last, gotta have a blast.

A showdown to be, it’s the property of me.
I leave ’em all behind, this track is mine.
I’m dying to perform, it differs from the norm.
No matter how broad, I own the road.

BACK ON THE SAUCE

She was the fastest pussycat left in town.
The clock would stop if she went down.
Spent all my time trying to crack her kink.
But no love, she drove me into the drink.
She was her own boss with the right scars.
My desperation made me hit the bars.
And her drop dead looks could rob a bank.
If beauty was gas she’d have a full tank.

The way she was moving denied all laws.
She drove me right back on the sauce.

If she’d talk to me I’d surely stutter.
She cut thru the crowd like a knife thru butter.
Kinda reminded me of Scat Pack Sue.
Always got me in the mood for a glass or 2.
She got me hooked, planted a need.
If that baby’d been a drug I would have O.D.’d.
I deafened my feelings in bars so cold.
Back in the rut and times of old.

The way she was moving denied all laws.
She drove me right back on the sauce.

STRIP NOISE

I´m just a sucker for that wall of sound.
I get a shit-eating grin when it is shaking the ground.
Nitro fumes stun me as I drink with the boys.
Bury me in the pit I love that strip noise.
A punch in the gut, a 4 second scare.
I ike the dry coughing from the thick air.

I can’t stand the thought of being late.
Gotta see the first one out of the gate.
I’m on the verge of what I can take.
Strip noise, firing on all eight.

My ears are ringing and my eyes are dry.
No way I can turn down that war cry.
Wild Bill got me hooked, he revved up his toys.
Now I can´t get enough of that glorious strip noise.
A punch in the gut, a 4 second scare.
I ike the dry coughing from the thick air.

I can’t stand the thought of being late.
Gotta see the first one out of the gate.
I’m on the verge of what I can take.
Strip noise, firing on all eight.

TOPBLOWER

Speedproof on shaking ground.
Thundering out at the speed of sound.
Hotstepping with an engine howl.
Tearing it up in full control.

I gotta roll ’til it blows off.
Down the strip to shake my stuff.
Topblower

Towed out, no sabotage.
Just spend another week in the garage.
Weekend warrior breathing fire.
Coming through, a live wire.

I gotta roll ’til it blows off.
Down the strip to shake my stuff.
Topblower.

HANDS THAT BLEED

A mechanics stigmata, work under the gun.
Stuck under the hood, hiding from the sun.
Sleep’s not important, hunger’s not around.
Screwing like a freak, drooling like a hound.
It has gotta click, nothing can go wrong.
Gotta have it running not before too long.
Petrol in my nostrils, chaos in my head.
My palms keep drippin’, staying out of bed.

Hand me the wrench and the trucker speed.
Gonna work ’til I’ve got hands that bleed.

Deadline’s approaching, morning has just come.
Tightening the last bolt, have I made it run ?
I turn the key, it awakes with a shout.
I made it through the night, it’s all set to take ’em out.
It has gotta click, nothing can go wrong.
Gotta have it running not before too long.
Sleep’s not important, hunger’s not around.
Screwing like a freak, drooling like a hound.

Hand me the wrench and the trucker speed.
Gonna work ’til I’ve got hands that bleed.

OUTLAW SCREAMER

I 've got a fire engine and see cloud-free skies.
How come this bleeding asphalt never dries.
I've got two ton thunder rippin' holes in the state.
The land speed record is by biggest bait.

Outlaw screamer, outlaw screamer, provides me with the juice.
This nitro burning demon puts up with strong abuse.
Outlaw screamer, outlaw screamer, this bad boy stands the test.
With my outlaw screamer I’m ahead of all the rest.

I’ve got a powerstripper with a deadlock grip.
I’m spitting fireballs through this shutdown trip.
They say I’m out of my mind on nitro fumes.
So I guess I run a go-kart roaring loony tunes.

I’ve got the righteous setup and the sun in my face.
Slamming in the gears in a full speed daze.
Sweat pours, my mouth spills foam.
Full blast onward, never going home.

I´m a hot rod hauler, spare me the plush,
I wanna o.d. on that highspeed rush.
Like a full-fledged junkie with a stop-start heart
I make new enemies in my hot Go-Kart.
I´m a drivers seat deadbeat, can´t take it slow.
Jumping with excitement when I hear the stove.
A speed freak dumbass, a hot rod chump.
Scraped from the asphalt cuz I hit a bump.

Hellbent, got no choice.
Hellbent, hot rod noise.
Hellbent, got no choice.
Hellbent, on all eight.
Hellbent, no time to wait.
Hellbent.

I lived fast, died fast and got out quick.
People will know me as a dragcrazed hick.
Just let them believe it cuz I lived my dream.
Took it to the maximum in my stripped machine.

Hellbent, got no choice.
Hellbent, hot rod noise.
Hellbent, got no choice.
Hellbent, on all eight.
Hellbent, no time to wait.
Hellbent.

MAKE IT MOVE

Tearing off over giant sands.
I’ve got white knuckles and sweaty hands.
Just flying over another hill.
Gettin’ close to mental overkill.

Geargrindin’ for the ultimate ride.
Big full-sweep tach by my side.

Thunder rumble, movin on’.
Ears ring from the machine gun sound.
So concentrated that I taste the blood.
I just wish I won’t get stuck in mud.

Full throttle over every bump.
I’m off the buckets in every jump.

Lightning fast that’s what I’m gonna prove.
This car is sizzlin’ and I gotta make it move.

No trailer queen, I wanna move it good.
I wanna see the tremble in my shaker hood.
My car’s been tested in every joint.
Just like taken out of Vanishing Point.

Geargrindin’ for the ultimate ride.
Big full-sweep tach by my side.

Tearing off over giant sands.
I’ve got white knuckles and sweaty hands.
Just flying over another hill.
Gettin’ close to mental overkill.

Full throttle over every bump.
I’m off the buckets in every jump.

Lightning fast that’s what I’m gonna prove.
This car is sizzlin’ and I gotta make it move.

TROUBLESTARTER

Let me tell you a story about the trouble I start.
When bad things happen I always play a part.
I’m a bad karma magnet, it’s sad but true.
I have a masters degree in leaving people blue.
If you stick around, something will go bad.
I burn and ruin things like a man gone mad.

I wreck the scene, destroy the show.
If you want your health I suggest you’ll go.
Now you get the news from the source, a good quarter.
I’m a walking nightmare, I’m a troublestarter.

Let me shed some light on, some things gone wrong.
When things go well, they don’t stay that long.
I’m a bad karma magnet, it’s sad but true.
I hate to be this way but there’s not much to do.
Let me give you the word, on my pure bad luck.
It has become so bad, now I don’t give a fuck.

I wreck the scene, destroy the show.
If you want your health I suggest you’ll go.
Now you get the news from the source, a good quarter.
I’m a walking nightmare, I’m a troublestarter.

Mr Matt E. Tude does his thing, just freestylin’ ...

I wreck the scene, destroy the show.
If you want your health I suggest you’ll go.
Now you get the news from the source, a good quarter.
I’m a walking nightmare, I’m a troublestarter.

JUMP THE RAILS

I took life to it´s limit then I was put behind bars.
Placed in a cage for selling guns and stealing cars.
Still I am grateful for the things they didn´t know.
Like the hell I raised when down in Mexico.

Speeding the ways, chewing my nails.
No way out, jump the rails.
Far from tales, forget about bails.

Used my one single phone call to call Vinne the Snail.
I said ”Gimme protection, they´ve put me in jail”.
My ass was the target for the freaks in the pen.
I could have handled 1, in here I faced like 10.
Blood for blood, got to stay on their tails, cuz only one prevails.

Speeding the ways, chewing my nails.
No way out, jump the rails.
Far from tales, forget about bails.

PARASITE CITY

Inbred high rollers, luck seeking prowlers.
Welcome to your dream, the sin headquarters.
Just step on in, sit back, enjoy the show.

Strung out ether trippers, underage strippers.
Join the tired ranks of long drink sippers.
Put in a coin and find yourself on the front row.

All roads lead to Parasite City.
Where the shoes are clean but the moral’s shitty.
The shit is coming down.
But I feel no pity.

Born again sinners, slot machine winners.
The city council revel in tax paid dinners.
It’s a two-faced town where they just don’t care.

Cold gold diggers, rock’n’ roll niggers.
A downward spiral that ends with pulled triggers.
And if I was you I’d get out of there.

All roads lead to Parasite City.
Where the shoes are clean but the moral´s shitty.
The shit is coming down.
But I feel no pity.

CARMELITA

Written By Warren Zevon, published by Warner-Tamerlane/Darkroom Music BMI, 1972.

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