confessions

goretomb

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pogo

goretomb
konser ortaminda gaza gelen hafif alkollu genclerin birbirine girmesi, iti$ kaki$ yapmasi, hatta sahneden ucup milletin ortasina dalmasi hadisesidir.arada agiz burun dagildigi da olmu$tur.
diger ulkelerde pogo tamamlandiginda sarma$ dola$ genclerin yerine ulkemizde pogo ortaminda ayar alan durumu kavgaya donusturen hirsini hala alamayan ortama bu kez kapici tekmeleri ile dalan gencler gorulur.
kimileri tarafindan gereksiz gorulur ama krali gelse adrenalini arttirdigini inkar etmez.
edemez belkide bilemiyorum

b day

goretomb
tankard grubunun 2002 ciki$li albumudur.kanimca sound ve altyapi olarak en siki tankard cali$masidir.albumdeki parcalar ise

notorious scum
rectifier
need money for beer
ugly, fat and still alive
underground (atmosphere hostile)
voodoo box
sunscars
zero dude
new liver please
rundown quarter
alcoholic nightmares

need money for beer

goretomb
tankard grubunun b day albumundeki en gaz en can alici parcasi.
2003 yilinda rock station festivali seyircisini birbirine sokan, fena pogo ortamlarina neden olan kasirganin adidir ayni zamanda.
parcanin sozleri ise

i was born in beer, my object of lust
but got no money, still drink i must
i search my pockets, and what do i find
useless cleenex to wipe my behind
i need a goddamn brew
that’s why i’ve come to you
you bastard, i hate you
i kill you, you can lick my butt
so pious and gracious
intention isn’t very clear
you bastard, still hate you
need money for a fucking beer
you’ve got the cash, so give it to me
dig you in your wallet and set me free
expect no thanks, you can kiss my ass
i’ll ball your girlfriend and cum with class
i need a goddamn brew
that’s why i’ve come to you
you bastard, i hate you
i kill you, you can lick my butt
so pious and gracious
intention isn’t very clear
you bastard, still hate you
need money for a fucking beer
you bastard, i hate you
i kill you, you can lick my butt
you bastard, still hate you
need money for a fucking beer
i was born in beer, my object of lust
but got no money, still drink i must
i search my pockets, and what do i find
useless cleenex to wipe my behind
you bastard, i hate you
i kill you, you can lick my butt
so pious and gracious
intention isn’t very clear
you bastard, still hate you
need money for a fucking beer
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