Cover van "Echte Liefde Is Te Koop" van Samuel Welten

[Verse 1]
Ik zag je daar staan
Voor The Harbour Club, in het licht van de volle maan
Je keek me lachend aan
Je kwam dichterbij
Een mooie meid, maar stiekem niks voor mij
Maar voordat ik kon gaan

[Chorus]
Zag ik ineens jouw Maserati, huis op Bali
De liefde draait niet om geld, maar ik klaag niet
Killer body, code bloot
Ik krijg haar niet uit m'n hoofd
Echte liefde is te koop

[Post-Chorus]
Oeh-oh, oeh-oh
Echte liefde is te koop
Oeh-oh, oeh-oh
Echte liefde is te koop

[Verse 2]
Ze zit niеt krap bij kas, dus ik hou d'r vast
Want alle mannen die kwijlеn
Een dure Gucci-tas en een Prada-jas
Wat ze wil, kan ze krijgen
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[Pre-Chorus]
Zij is irritant
Maar ze betaalt contant

[Chorus]
Ze heeft een Maserati, huis op Bali
De liefde draait niet om geld, maar ik klaag niet
Killer body, code bloot
Ik krijg haar niet uit m'n hoofd
Echte liefde is te koop

[Post-Chorus]
Oeh-oh, oeh-oh
Oeh-oh

[Chorus]
Ja, nu heb ik een Maserati, huis op Bali
De liefde draait niet om geld, maar ik klaag niet
Killer body, code bloot
Ik krijg haar niet uit m'n hoofd
Echte liefde is te koop

[Post-Chorus]
Oeh-oh, oeh-oh
Echte liefde is te koop
Oeh-oh
Ik krijg haar niet uit m'n hoofd
Echte liefde is te koop

Echte Liefde is te koop (metal ballad)

Bingo lets goooooooooooooooooooooooo

Soms ben je te high of Speelt Behemoth het te slow
zit je niet in de flow en op zoek naar een show
Ben je nog nuchter, Zit je even in limbo
Dan ken ik een game het is de metal bingo


Metal Bingo Metal Bingo
de Graspop game
deze shit is insane
Metal Bingo Metal bingo 
na één rondje nog sane in the membrane

Zoek die vulvasaur of die nasty neo nazi
de spermavoor of dronken salami
zoek de schrale pikachu  of de bezopen viking
de metal moemeoe of strakke tietjes uit peking

Metal Bingo Metal Bingo
de Graspop game
deze shit is insane
Metal Bingo Metal bingo 
na twee rondjes ben je sick in the membrane

zoek zatte Rita of die chick van Karma pita
de enige echte wiwa of een crazy dure pizza
Zoek afgetrainde lijven en aangereden wijve
ne getatoeeerde schrijver een of nen Elmo mee ne stijve


Metal Bingo Metal Bingo
de Graspop game
deze shit is insane
Metal Bingo Metal bingo 
na drie rondjes ben je insane in the membrane

zoek de gekke piraat, wollen BH op maat
de verloren maat of een beker vol zaad
zoek de man in borat pak of gekleed in vuilzak
een losgeslagen balzak of dude met een vleesklak

Metal Bingo Metal Bingo
de Graspop game
deze shit is insane
Metal Bingo Metal bingo 
de laatste ronde ben je deel van de game

Metal Bingo

[Intro]
(In a land where terror reigns)
(Where monsters wear the mask of man,)
(Tormented girls are forged in pain,)
(To slay the beasts foul men began.)

[Verse 1]
A girl is bound, the rite begins
Torn by hands that shape her sins.
A shattered will, a cursed design
Now they walk the monster’s line.

Yoma’s blood runs through her veins,
A scar engraved with endless pain,
A crimson mark across her chest
The price of power manifest.

[Chorus]

Golden hair worn with flair and style,
Eyes of silver, calm yet wild.
Wraiths of war with silent grace,
No past, no name, just death to face.

[Verse 2]
Armor etched with Symbols bright
Steel skirts shining as pale moonlight.
47 numbers rank the living dead.
47 Districts live by Yoma dread,

With strength and grace they wield the blade
A village saved as the debt is paid
Scarred by rites and lost to truth
Their war will end so will their youth!

[Chorus]
Golden hair worn with flair and style,
Eyes of silver, calm yet wild.
Wraiths of war with silent grace,
No past, no name, just death to face.

They dance on the verge of control,
To wield the beast not to lose the soul.
Some went too deep, by desire they burned,
The beauty, into an awakened she turned .

Strength unleashed in a sexual high
A power trip cursed with the end so nigh.
Many Men were lost to this sweet demise,
But women fought back with deadened cries...

[Chorus]
Golden hair worn with flair and style,
Eyes of silver, calm yet wild.
Wraiths of war with silent grace,
No past, no name, just death to face.

[Outro]
(Forged in pain, scarred and worn…)
(To be the last… when hope is torn…)
(Silver eyes… in twilight mourned…)
(at a grave with  a claymore adorned)


Silver Eyed Witch

Beer! Beer! We love beer!
Beer! Beer! Summer’s here.

Men, women, gather round
Get ecstatic for the wondrous sound
Of fresh beer flowing from the tap
Loosen up those belts before they snap

Its gonna bee good its gonna be great
The keg is open don’t be late
Ready  the Tankards head for the maid
All your livers are bout to get slayed! 

Beer! Beer! Pass me a beer!
One more beer, Two more beers, Three more beers
Bring me another
One more beer!
Let’s go

Raise your glass, we’ll have one more
Tonight we drink no fucks to score
Now let’s get ready, let’s get it on! 
And sing along to an Alestorm song

Its gonna bee good its gonna be great
The keg is open don’t be late
Ready  the Tankards head for the maid
All your livers are bout to get slayed! 

Beer! Beer! Pass me a beer!
One more beer, Two more beers, Three more beers
Bring me another
One more beer!
Let’s go

The sun’s back up, vomit ‘s on the floor
Pants reek of piss and heads are sore
A dafalgan gone then hit that bong
Keep the metal pumping and mosh along.


The Party was good, the Party was great
The keg is empty and  you’re too late
Haul a six pack there’s fun to be made
Crack the cans and head for the maid
Don’t be dumb! Drunks don’t get laid! 

One more beer, Two more beers, Three more beers
Bring me another
One more beer!
Let’s go

One more beer

Yo-ho-ho and a juicy steak!
Crack a cold one for meat’s own sake!
No tofu,  no rabbit feed—
Chris eats meat and stays by his creed!

He’s a beast of a man with a chest like a bear,
Curly mane blowin’ wild in the barbecue air.
Steak for breakfast, ribs at noon,
Beer in hand howlin’ at the moon!

No grill, no chill, he’s born to roast,
With a side of ale, he’ll raise a toast.
To Sabaton, Slipknot, Powerwolf pride,
He headbangs hard till his sausages slide!

CHRIS THE BEAST, LORD OF THE MEAT!
A carnivore king who can’t be beat!
No salad, no tofu, no vegan cries,
Just blood-drippin’ steaks and beer-soaked thighs!
He’s a moshpit monk with a sausage sword,
Rides his grill like a viking lord!

He’s got anime t-shirts and hentai pride,
A manga in one hand, a beer by his side.
Calls his wife his queen, his muse, his flame—
But redhead sirens still call his name 
(OOOOOH BABY)

Greek-style chef with a dirty grin,
He’ll roast your lamb and sin again.
Got a BMW that purrs just right—
But he rides his girl harder every night!

He says, "K-pop? That’s a crime!
I'd rather fight a bear with a lemon and a lime!"
Metal’s his gospel, riffs are his law,
And busty ginger girls leave him in awe!
But don’t be fooled by his grizzly face—
He’s got a heart of gold and a judo embrace.

CHRIS THE BEAST, LORD OF THE MEAT!
A carnivore king who can’t be beat!
No salad, no tofu, no vegan cries,
Just blood-drippin’ steaks and beer-soaked thighs!
He’s a moshpit monk with a sausage sword,
Rides his grill like a viking lord!

His jokes are filthy, his mind's deranged,
But he’ll hug you tight once the keg’s been drained.
So hail to Chris, our meaty knight—
He'll duel your dad and steal your sprite!

He’s a hentai senpai, an otaku of might,
He'll binge some Berserk till the break of night.
But when his wife calls—oh he obeys,
Yet dreams of redheads in lingerie haze!

CHRIS THE BEAST, LORD OF THE MEAT!
A carnivore king who can’t be beat!
No salad, no tofu, no vegan cries,
Just blood-drippin’ steaks and beer-soaked thighs!
He’s a moshpit monk with a sausage sword,
Rides his grill like a viking lord!

Hot-blooded, beer-flooded,
Metal-studded, chest-hair-budded…
CHRIS! CHRIS! CHRIS!
YOU MAGNIFICENT MEAT FREAK!


Lord of the meat

This is not a drill!

Found her out back, all dirty and wild
Didn’t say much, just gave me that smile
Took her inside, gave a drink and my name
She’s got nice white teeth and she don’t play tame

Midnight prowler, won’t stay still
Likes the windows open she got looks that kill

She don’t come when I call, but she curls up tight
If I stroke her slow, she might stay the night

I wanna treat that pussy right!
Feed it cream and squeeze her tight
I wanna treat that Pussy fine
She don’t purr for just any guy

I want to lick that pussy but she’s got too much hair
When I want to shave her she just gives me a scare
Bought her toys  yeah she likes 'em rough
She Tears up my jeans, when she plays it tough

She rips you up, then drags you straight to bed
Cuz when the kitty’s purring, she’ll give you endless head

She’s got nine lives and a velvet bite
When she’s in the mood, it feels just right

I wanna treat that pussy right!
Feed it cream and squeeze her tight
I wanna treat that Pussy fine
She don’t purr for just any guy

She’s got bite… and she’s wild and free
I gave her love, a roof, a bed
She left me bruised — but damn, I’m not done yet

Maybe... just maybe...


I’ve had my share of wild nights, no doubt,
With sharp claws and screams and shouts.
Maybe time to find a different pitch,
Less midnight growls just a loyal bitch.

I tried to treat that pussy right, oh Lord
But left me bruised to the core
If I can’t tame the puss tonight…
Then I’m goin’ doggy — and do it right!

(Doggy! )
(Doggy! )
Doggy Style!

I wanna treat that kitty right

Lick me ouououououout

The music cut out, the club shut tight
There we stood in the harsh tube light
But that glow, shit, it looked good on you
"I’m taking you home tonight," I said, it’s true
Moments later, we walked through my door
I’m stripping fast, but you stalled on the floor
You want some tea, you wanna chat?
Hell no, bitch, ain't got time for that

You live somewhere nice, you sang in a choir
You work in sales, and you talk till you tire
But your bio —
I couldn’t care less
just want you to undress
And make a sexual mess

Shut your mouth and eat me out (Shut your mouth and eat me out)
Shut your mouth and eat me out (and eat me out)
Shut your mouth and eat me out (eat me out)
Shut your mouth and eat me out (out)

Forget the chatter, we’ll talk way later
First body language, don’t be a stranger
No backstory, no painted scenes
No "we have friends in common" dreams
Don’t need your name, your facts, your tales
Spare me the pics of your buddy males
You’re hot, you're fire
End this date and free my desire

Cause your bio —
I couldn’t care less
just want you to undress
And make a sexual mess

Shut your mouth and eat me out (Shut your mouth and eat me out)
Shut your mouth and eat me out (and eat me out)
Shut your mouth and eat me out (eat me out)
Shut your mouth and eat me out (out)

Don't get it twisted,
I love a tease
But it’s fucking late (yeah, it’s fucking late)
Now get on your knees
Done with your tales, now it’s my game
Get down low, lick me insane
I want it now, no stall, no doubt
We’ll talk your dreams when the sun comes out

Shut up and go down on me, go down on me
Shut up and go down on me, go-go down on me
Shut up and go down on me, go down on me
Shut up and go down on me, go-go down on me
Shut up and go down on me (shut up and...)

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