| Deep down underneath the ground
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| In chambers clotted with the rotting dead
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| Steaming vats filled with vampire bats
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| Tanis root, and decaying heads
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| The potion made, we disseminate
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| Spiking thousands of liters of grog
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| Numbskull to inebriate
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| Sends you into a heavy metal fog
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| (gang) I am a numbskull!
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| I bang heads
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| Moshing in the graveyard and defiling the dead
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| (gang) I am a numbskull!
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| I twist brains
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| Thrashing 'til we drive you insane
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| On a cold night in the local pub
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| An alliance was put to the forge
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| F.K.U was there with Lord Gore and Frightmare
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| Machetazo, Haemmorhage, and Engorged
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| We all toasted with some numbskull
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| «Here's to waging a metal war!»
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| The chalices emptied, we took to the stage
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| To carry out our declaration of gore
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| (gang) I am a numbskull!
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| I drink deep
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| Rot gut consumed by a quartet of creeps
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| (gang) I am a numbskull!
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| I infect
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| Drink up, it’s time to snap necks
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| The crowd was amassed at the edge of the pit
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| Timidly cringing so as not to get hit
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| The numbskull started kicking in as the bodies were flying through the air
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| A rictus grin on each face in the crowd, coupled with a psychotic stare
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| Their skin decayed and fell off in lumps
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| And hair came out in greasy clumps
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| Their blood coagulated in their veins
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| As deafening thrash riffs tore apart their brains
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| Zombified in the pit, gore addicted misfits
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| The first band was backstage, they came out and got slayed
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| Devoured by the undead, gutted and splattered
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| Unique Leader catalogs were torn up, burned, and scattered
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| (gang chant) Numbskull!
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| The show ended in a bloodbath
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| But nothing dead shall truly dead remain
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| The doors were opened to release the numbskulls
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| So they’ll infect every poser’s brain
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| I am a numbskull!
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| I’m unhinged
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| Murdering and moshing as on rot gut we binge
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| I am a numbskull!
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| I am you
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| 'Cuz you’re a fucking numbskull too |