Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Metal Is Dead , by - Stuck Mojo. Song from the album Southern Born Killers, in the genre Ню-металRelease date: 31.07.2013
Record label: Napalm Records Handels
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Metal Is Dead , by - Stuck Mojo. Song from the album Southern Born Killers, in the genre Ню-металMetal Is Dead |
| You took a hostage with a loaded gun |
| And this has gone on for too long son |
| You’re not an artist you’re just a clown |
| You’re the circus when you’re in town |
| You’ve caused a state of confusion |
| Dumbed down the public and created an illusion |
| A magician you sawed your girl in half |
| You might have fooled the crowd |
| But all I can do is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha |
| Now I can go on for days and days |
| I see right through like you were an x-ray |
| Cracked up |
| Smacked up |
| You better back up I’m about to act up |
| I’m jacked up |
| You’ve got the gun |
| And you’re killing everything I love |
| You don’t respect it |
| And what you are yeah I reject it |
| You’re just a fashion show |
| And you shit on everything I know |
| And now I’m seeing red |
| Cause you pulled the trigger |
| And metal is dead |
| Don’t need that four leaf clover |
| Your fifteen minutes, Yeah it’s over |
| But there’ll be more just like you |
| Always following, thieving and borrowing |
| Dying to find the formula |
| Man you ain’t Freddy Krueger |
| You’re just Count Chocula |
| Silly rabbit this ain’t no trick |
| Cause I walk the walk |
| And your minute-made riffs |
| They ride the dick |
| Metal is dead! |
| Where in the hell are my microphone fiends |
| Those real MC’s who spit a hot sixteen |
| Cause everything I’m hearing now sounds the same |
| Can we please get variety back up in the game |
| Everybody can’t be Tip or Jeezy |
| Little John or Ludacris or Young Weezy |
| Thugs selling drugs like it’s so easy |
| Sounding weak wack corny and cheesy |
| They rose lifeless in the shadows of greatness |
| With vacant eyes they gorge blindly on their own flesh |
| Making a mockery of the millions they would dare to lead |
| Where once was passion Now only vanity and avarice dwell |
| A puppet show whose masters devour their young with delight |
| And even as they are ground in the mouths of their makers, they sing |
| Songs that are as empty as their words |
| As meaningless as their promises |
| And as dead as their souls |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Open Season | 2013 |
| The Sky Is Falling | 2013 |
| I`m American | 2013 |
| Southern Born Killers | 2013 |
| Yoko | 2013 |
| That`s When I Burn | 2013 |
| Home | 2013 |
| 15 Minutes of Fame | 2013 |