Trenchmouth
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Lyrics
Chorus:
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
No one expected fanatics and fiends
pouring their bucks down the drain.
Morons injected with hate way increased
feast against the grain.
Ready for vengeance and hot off the grill.
They don’t care nor are they concerned.
There’s something in the water
that gives them the thrills
‘til the final curtain burns.
Chorus:
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
They all flood back deep in the night.
Very short fuses abuse your friends.
Flee, but there’s nowhere to hide.
Try, try to beg for your life.
Love is for losers, there’s no peace for you.
Don’t cry for feelings ‘cause hate is a feeling, too.
Attack at dusk, take crack ‘til dawn,
they crack up one by one.
The peace patrol is on the roll, the worst is yet to come.
The last one to leave this will turn off the lights.
So, damn the defiant and fight!
Chorus:
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
They all flood back deep in the night.
Very short fuses abuse your friends.
Flee, but there’s nowhere to hide.
Try, try to beg for your life.
Love is for losers, there’s no peace for you.
Don’t cry for feelings ‘cause hate is a feeling, too.
Solo Jan
Solo Matthes
They all flood back deep in the night.
Very short fuses abuse your friends.
Flee, but there’s nowhere to hide.
Try, try to beg for your life.
Love is for losers, there’s no peace for you.
Don’t cry for feelings ‘cause hate is a feeling, too.
Chorus:
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
Trenchmouth, the kids ain't alright!
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
No one expected fanatics and fiends
pouring their bucks down the drain.
Morons injected with hate way increased
feast against the grain.
Ready for vengeance and hot off the grill.
They don’t care nor are they concerned.
There’s something in the water
that gives them the thrills
‘til the final curtain burns.
Chorus:
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
They all flood back deep in the night.
Very short fuses abuse your friends.
Flee, but there’s nowhere to hide.
Try, try to beg for your life.
Love is for losers, there’s no peace for you.
Don’t cry for feelings ‘cause hate is a feeling, too.
Attack at dusk, take crack ‘til dawn,
they crack up one by one.
The peace patrol is on the roll, the worst is yet to come.
The last one to leave this will turn off the lights.
So, damn the defiant and fight!
Chorus:
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
They all flood back deep in the night.
Very short fuses abuse your friends.
Flee, but there’s nowhere to hide.
Try, try to beg for your life.
Love is for losers, there’s no peace for you.
Don’t cry for feelings ‘cause hate is a feeling, too.
Solo Jan
Solo Matthes
They all flood back deep in the night.
Very short fuses abuse your friends.
Flee, but there’s nowhere to hide.
Try, try to beg for your life.
Love is for losers, there’s no peace for you.
Don’t cry for feelings ‘cause hate is a feeling, too.
Chorus:
BURN! They came for violence.
BURN! Inflame the stage.
BURN! Catastrophe’s the end of an age.
RUN! From host to hostage.
RUN! Coming-of-rage.
RUN! Greed got you here, the kids ain’t alright!
Trenchmouth, the kids ain't alright!