Arising

Face of a Stranger

The Inevitable End

Kids and Guns

The Undertaker

The Undertaker (Live)

Engines roar under crimson skies,
Lucifer’s bar’s got the open sign.

Janis sings with a whiskey flame,
Hendrix bends a solo, lightning frame.
Bowie paints the stars in red,
Cobain laughs, “man, the dream ain’t dead.”
Winehouse pours a midnight gin,
Prince spins vinyl, lets the funk begin.
Freddie crowns the crowd again,
The saints outside just count the sin.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — no snoring.
Kick that door and ring that bell.

Elvis shakes the firelight stage,
Morrison growls through the iron cage.
Lemmy deals cards by the neon flame,
Cash keeps score, sings “burn that name.”
Tina struts with a devil’s grin,
Lou Reed hums “walk on in.”
All the legends broke their spell—
Now they headline down in hell.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — no snoring.
Kick that door and ring that bell.

Bon’s on the mic, sayin’ “raise that glass!”
No halos here, just fuel and gas.
Angels peek but they can’t compete,
Too much groove, too much heat.
If the devil’s got the better sound,
I’ll take the road that’s underground.

Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring.
All the good people are in hell.
Sing it loud — no more snoring!
All the good people are in hell.
Heaven? Hell no — keep roaring.
Turn it up and break that spell —
Heaven? Hell no — it’s boring,
All the good people are in hell!

Highway flames and a rock-n-roll yell,
See ya tonight at the after-hell.

Heaven ? Hell no, it’s boring

This is a satirical song based on the idea that every lie told about liberals, is true.  How would us crazy liberals fight a civil was with conservatives?  Like this!  This is my version of an absurd American civil war where nothing makes sense, and everything is a joke.

Jewish Space Laser

I've come to you
To tell you the truth
I'm in the room
To show your youth

I've come to you
To tell you the truth
I'm in the room
To show your youth

So trust
The Room of Evil
So trust
The Room of Evil

The evil they made me
To trick your brain
Medieval minds
Showed the way

From the past
Long ago
They stole my land
They stole 
My roam

So trust
The Room of Evil
So trust
The Room of Evil

They'll steal your heart
They'll steal your brain
They'll pretend to care
When in reality
They're not fair

They lie
They pretend to be good
They lie
They pretend to be good

So trust
The Room of Evil
So trust
The Room of Evil

Now
You will believe
The one
Who is supposed to be
The threat 
Of society
The threat
Of the weak

They put you on drugs
To trick your brain
They put you on drugs
To trick the same

So trust
The Room of Evil
So trust
The Room of Evil


Drilled To Kill

The Michael Schenker Group