Untitled Document

"It's Gotta Be Voodoo, Baby!"

HEMIHEAD

Fourtwentysix madness on the track.
Pistol grip excitement, full pentastar attack.
It´s thunderlike rumble could be waking up the dead.
A hemihead is what I am, I don´t want no fuckin´ sled.

Hell on wheels, I´m a fire breather.
And I´m your personal speed kick dealer.

Hey you, lay it down,
you´ll see the skid marks going out from town.
Just drop it, cuz I´m gone,
with this engine you just can´t shut me down.

Hemipowered thunderbolt melting down the strip.
A firebreathing monster, no Sunday family trip.
The toughest of all engines is shoe-horned into my car.
My hemi from sixty-six leaves the streets scarred.

Hell on wheels, I´m a fire breather.
And I´m your personal speed kick dealer.

Hey you, lay it down,
you´ll see the skid marks going out from town.
Just drop it, cuz I´m gone,
with this engine you just can´t shut me down.

I won´t give up my 426 but a smaller one would do.
Gimme the 331or the late great 392.
Frank Bialk thanks alot for designing my big crush.
Hitch a ride with a hemihead when you are in a rush.

Hell on wheels, I´m a fire breather.
And I´m your personal speed kick dealer.

Hey you, lay it down,
you´ll see the skid marks going out from town.
Just drop it, cuz I´m gone,
with this engine you just can´t shut me down.
Yeah forget it, it´s like I said,
I´m in control cuz this one is methane fed.
And I´ll rest, when I am dead,
no wonder people call me hemihead.

DELIRIUM BOY

I am desperate for a kiss to the brain.
Smoothen the core, let the trip detain.
Shake rattle and roll when it goes away.
Uncanny feelings that I can´t let stay.

Delirium shakes, shakes me to the bone.
Tantrum freakout, highboy, weep and moan.

A rabid dogfight against myself.
Bend for the delirium or do something else.
It´s a drill onto my forehead, it´s a strangling tie.
It´s so easy not to fight it and I won´t die.

Delirium shakes, shakes me to the bone.
Tantrum freakout, highboy, weep and moan.

I must erase it, I know the habit calls.
Rid of the blurr that kicks me in the balls.
Shaking and desperate for my one true joy.
A day in the life of a delirium boy

Delirium shakes, shakes me to the bone.
Tantrum freakout, highboy, weep and moan.

POWDER MEET

Preparation took long but now it feels just right.
Had to make a few calls to make sure it´d be a helluva night.
Jumped into my sneakers, stopped by at a couple of bars.
Now line up the action, I got my shoes with the punk rock stars.

You know that you just can´t be beat
Gonna meet the guys with the itchy feet.
And you end up laughing in the backseat
It´s back to normal here at the Powder meet.

Drawbacks are few when you´re leaving for a night on town.
Hungry for kicks, just want it all to spin round and round.
Hitching a ride and got served up a little treat.
The radio is blasting and it´s no question that we own the street.

You know that you just can´t be beat
Gonna meet the guys with the itchy feet.
And you end up laughing in the backseat
It´s back to normal here at the Powder meet.

Drawbacks are few …

It´s a bumpy ride but it´s a night that noones wants to end.
If you got the goods be sure we´ve got the money to spend.
Staying up till the morning on our quest for top speed.
When we get the stuff you´ll never see us go to seed.

UNGLUED

New drugs but it´s all the same.
I´m on the chillpill but I´m breathing flames.
Same symptom, 24 hour stress.
Too much anger in a too small chest.

Step back, you know I am the baddest of the batch.
And you know my numbers match.
One more thing and I blow my top.
It´s gone too far and I can´t cool off.
Unglued. Unglued. Unglued.

Going ballistic, but I´m born this way.
A regular freakout on a normal day.
Adapt the mindbomb, yeah set it off.
Tear off my nails cuz I´ve had enough.

Step back, you know I am the baddest of the batch.
And you know my numbers match.
One more thing and I blow my top.
It´s gone too far and I can´t cool off.
Unglued. Unglued. Unglued.

CLUSTER OF BAD LUCK

I´m struggling with depression and an unruly dice.
Anything I do, just laughs me right back in the eyes.
I´ve raced for money, I´ve been dabbling with cards
I even tried to be a good guy but I got no rewards.

I burn into the future and I just can´t stop.
I guess you can say I´m stuck
Cluster of bad luck, I just can´t stop
I guess you can say I´m fucked.
Cluster of bad luck.

It´s a union of misfortune, it´s an oversized hex.
Burning all my bridges with the opposite sex.
If I put alot of effort into winning a buck.
You know that I will bet it on deal that suck.

I burn into the future and I just can´t stop.
I guess you can say I´m stuck
Cluster of bad luck, I just can´t stop
I guess you can say I´m fucked.
Cluster of bad luck.

Ripping out the eightball and shaking it good.
Lucky me, there´s smoke from under the hood.
I got my four-leaf clovers and my rabbit paws.
But I got my bad luck baby, I can´t escape it´s jaws.

I burn into the future and I just can´t stop.
I guess you can say I´m stuck
Cluster of bad luck, I just can´t stop
I guess you can say I´m fucked.
Cluster of bad luck. Yeah.

LIKE MEN POSSESSED

Roll into the city, scanning all the bars.
The road dust made us thirsty and we´re all out of cigars.
The sun is up, there´s still some time to kill.
Give us 3 Sambucas and put it on the bill. Yeah.
There´s people loading out the trash that we call gear.
Just a 30 minute rockshow and we´ll be out of here.

We´re gonna rock this joint like men possessed.
Don´t make any plans cuz there will be nothing left.

Getting up for soundcheck that´s over in a blink.
The stagesound´s always shitty and we need the time to drink.
Searching every corner, glancing every wall.
If we find a game of pinball there´ll be no check at all.
Feeding up the Bally with all we get to play.
But still you´ll see us smiling cuz it´s been a kick ass day.

We´re gonna rock this joint like men possessed.
Don´t make any plans cuz there will be nothing left.

"Riding on the highway, going to a show.
Stop in all the by-ways, playing rock´n roll.
Getting robbed, getting stoned.
Getting beat up, broken boned.
Getting had, getting took.
I tell you folks, it´s harder than it looks."*

We rolled into the city, hung out in the bars.
Now time is right for action, abuse of cheap guitars.
The trip might have been hard but it´s easy to forget.
When you´re cranking out the rock with fuel from a jet.
The gospels being spread before kids without a clue.
But the rock just keeps on rolling as long as there is brew.

We´re gonna rock this joint like men possessed.
Don´t make any plans cuz there will be nothing left.

SUPERSONIC

I want an open road, stress factor overload.
Two times the highest speed, full gas is all I need.
Head out and just let go, it´s everything but slow.
Noone can follow me, in my suped up 383.

I´m hooked on speed, that is what I need
and I guess that is pretty ironic.
Cuz I wanna be faster than fast and supersonic.
I tear it up cuz I can´t stop
I´m gonna break the rear end loose when I move it.
And I told you so, I´m supersonic.

I want a fuller tank, more money in the bank.
I want to stay soulfree, more guns to protect me.
Full throttle sonic boom, I want more petrol fume.
B-body rocketeer, I just want to disappear.

Still I could use more zap, I don´t want to slo-mo crap.
I´m gonna go for a 440, I can´t see how that could bore me
Hot action burning wheels, puke up your latest meals.
Alone without a care, hitting speeds you wouldn´t dare.

IN THE BLACK

You´ve got the money but your car is way too slow.
I´ve got the knowledge that you´ll never really know.
You have the money, now you want a name.
I do 100 in the quarter, do you wanna do the same ?
You´ve got potential but your car is standing still.
Listen up and learn it from a man who´s got the skill.

No matter what you do just don´t forget the tach.
Control the leadfoot boy and keep it in the black.

We´ve got to get going so just crawl under the hood.
If you wanna be a winner, do it good.
So you´re a daredevil but it takes more than that.
Superfluity of coolness and a car stripped from fat.

No matter what you do just don´t forget the tach.
Control the leadfoot boy and keep it in the black.

The way to the top can be far from pretty
From the garage to the strip at Scat City.
Peaking out in your Charger R/T.
At over 100 you just can´t crack, just keep it in the black !

No matter what you do just don´t forget the tach.
Control the leadfoot boy and keep it in the black.

KILLING TIME

My ass in the sofa infront of the screen,
I need air but I´m not very keen.
I´d rather stay, check out the soaps,
This is my future, I ain´t got high hopes.
Call it a sickness, call me a joke,
But at least I go out to buy new smokes.
The joboffice is far, it´s raining and cold
And it feels pretty good not to do as I´m told.

I´m just killing time, killing time. Cuz my couch tells me to stay.
They say I´m good for nothing, on the verge of crime and that I´ve still got the devil to pay.
I´m just killing time, killing time, I just can´t get things done.
I want the days to pass, I am in my prime but I hardly see the sun.

Once you get burned you´re out of the game,
And start going crazy from shame.
In people´s eyes your a no-good punk
With the only ambition to stay drunk.
So you live on welfare, have got branded for life
And hate to be with your cheating wife.
Killing time´s all you can do
While waiting for lady luck to find you.

I´m just killing time, killing time…

To get through the days is what it´s all about
Before you´re fully down and out.
Out of the ratrace, being called a creep
Because depression´s got you sinking deep.
But I´ve got the freedom to do the things I choose.
The social life is all I lose.
Once you get burned you´re out of the game …

I´m just killing time, killing time…

CRASH INTO OBLIVION

The speedometers glowing, my target´s in lock.
Running like a bullet from a red hot Glock.
I´ve been chewing my nuckles, I´ve been biting my tongue.
Outsmarting every sucker, just wanna get it done.

I see the wall coming, I choke on my last breath
I crash into oblivion, a supersonic death
A thousand thoughts they come in a mess.

Steering with precision, A 4 wheel hurricane.
Faster, faster, faster. I wanna roast my brain.
It´s according to my plans, not much long till the crash.
Turn my body into landfill, transforming steel to trash.

I see the wall coming, I choke on my last breath
I crash into oblivion, a supersonic death
A thousand thoughts they come in a mess.

This is my way of handling the stress. Yeah.
Going full throttle against a cement wall.
It may seem pretty stupid when you have it all.
But I´m living with a deathwish and a musclecar.
Wanna crash into oblivion like a shooting star. Oh yeah.

HOT SKIN COLD CASH

You´ve got something that I want.
I´m a sucker for all the things you do and
Don´t deny my wishes then you´re put on the bus.
Back to Oklahoma, I know that you´re gonna cuss.

I give you money, to treat you like trash.
Cuz I want your hot skin, you want my cash.
It´s our agreement. Can we begin ?
I guess you can call it a trade. My cold cash for hot skin.

I want the real thing, I want a chunk of your love.
And you don´t complain when I´m grunting above.
I sink my yellow teeth into the package you´ve got.
I know I don´t deserve to be with something this hot.

I give you money, to treat you like trash.
Cuz I want your hot skin, you want my cash.
It´s our agreement. Can we begin ?
I guess you can call it a trade. My cold cash for hot skin.

Business is business I´m ready to pay your fee.
I´ve earned my money, you got it free.
You take it smiling even though I stink.
I guess it´s easy money and it is over in a blink.

I give you money, to treat you like trash.
Cuz I want your hot skin, you want my cold cash.
It´s our agreement. Can we begin ?
I guess you can call it a trade. My cold cash for hot skin.

BULLET TRAIN TO HELL

The devil´s got me pinned down cuz he made me a deal.
He said rock like no tomorrow or your fate will be sealed.
Don´t turn to the darkside, make sure your music rocks.
Or they´ll find your soulless body floating up in the docks.
Crank out your racket, keep on flashing the sign.
This deal is smokin´, it´s one of a kind.

My side of the deal is done,
what he compelled.
Mix me a Margharita
on the bullet train to hell.

You command me to rock but what´s in it for me ?
A freaked out S/M party that lasts for eternity.
And you will hang out forever with the Prince of Lies.
Get your daily run over with the studded tyres.
So I will plod through brimstone and I´ll feel some pain.
After I´ve gone beyond on that bullet train.

My side of the deal is done,
what he compelled.
Mix me a Margharita
on the bullet train to hell.

Hand me the contract, this is to good to be true.
Tell me about the naked nymphos that are controlled by you.
Will they blow my horn or is that what they wear ?
I can´t wait to be torched by you down there.
I rock for you now, you´ve got me in your grip.
I´m heading down to hell and I don´t tip.
I can´t wait to be torched by you down there,
I´m heading down on a bullet train …

(YOU WILL) KNOW MY NAME

There´s nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot
That was the best advice my granddad had so I guess he didn´t have alot.
He told me to remember it, cuz he swore he was right.
So I got a gun, and I used it alot, I even slept with it at night.

That´s why I am the way I am,
My folks have taught me about this game.
You might hate it, I don´t give a damn.
One thing is for sure, you will know my name.

There´s nothing wrong with drinking as long as it´s you who get drunk.
That was my dad´s best selling slogan running shine from his trunk.
People gathered around him, I helped him out and got paid..
The people got addicted, we didn´t care and our fortune was made.

That´s why I am the way I am …

SCAT PACK SUE

I saw her standing at the stoplight by the pinball shack.
A "scat packers - unite !" sticker on the back.
She filled up the whole area with a heavy smell of gas.
Then it turned green and she was already going full blast.

She is the kind of girl whose name you will tattoo.
And everybody knows her by the name of Scat Pack Sue.

She handled the gearshift in a way that knocked me dead.
I pictured her Mopar with a sign that said "Newly wed".
She was everything I wanted plus she owned the coolest car.
So I headed to the racetrack, I felt up to par.

She is the kind of girl whose name you will tattoo.
And everybody knows her by the name of Scat Pack Sue.

I got out to the raceway and saw her car out on the track.
She didn´t look my way, she really kept me on the rack.
She asked me why I stalked her, I said "I think you are so fine".
I rode my mothers Fury but I said that it was mine.
"At least you drive a Mopar so let´s give this thing a shot".
And we became a scat pack couple in that moment on that spot.

She is the kind of girl whose name you will tattoo.
And everybody knows her by the name of Scat Pack Sue.

I had walked up to her Mopar when she´d passed the flags.
I was desperate to meet her and now I had her in the bags …

All music and lyrics by Puffball except * borrowed with kind permission from AC/DC.

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