: You've never been in a fight but you will be tonight If you're hip to the groove you will see You know the end is nigh, you've got to hang 'em high
: Ninjas! kunoichi and oniwaban unite... dealing in murder by blowdarts tonight... your shogun is calling, order is falling... It's time to strap up
: Sitting in the house, watching High Spirits Steve Guttenberg preparing to rock Sitting on the bus, listening to the Terminator soundtrack Tahnee Cain
: Back to the castle... returning you might say... there's a vat of brains and it's brain mashing day, the lord of the manor has been up to no good...
: A sailor's map in an occult store, In a place where no shop ever stood before Making plain that near the old town square Abandoned ruins still standing
: Wake one day, get out of bed Drop your Choc Dip as you look outside There's a glowing pyramid on the edge of town Its presence there comes as a surprise
: Drinking and dancing and female nudity Dancing round the bonfire as they weave their witchery Disembrained bodies coming back from the dead Disembowelled
: An unlucky dip in the bargain bin A ghostly tape with daemons within Written on the label was an ancient hand Told of distant times and of worrisome
: Napoleon Blownapart, 1610 - Martin Luther, they did it again World War Two, 1945 - tourists from the future, they did not survive Panzers at Hastings
: Mankind laughed and nature wept Through alarm bells we have slept We brought this upon ourselves Pollution made the icecaps melt We plundered forests
: The city is stunned, a madman is loose He's brandishing a mallet for malleting heads Victims are mounting in alleys and lanes Where are the police
: I killed Bob Morton 'cause he made a mistake Dick Jones! Dick Jones! Now it's time to erase that mistake Dick Jones! Dick Jones! Y'see, I've got this
: Thrashing around, banging your head Wrecking your room, there's sick on the bed So stick on destruction, crack open a beer Your deafened-up neighbours
: Riding the motorway to whence I go Hell is the next stop with this cargo of souls Only the damned are in my boot Speed metal, the floor to my foot
: Back from the grave, down to the pub They always, always come back They crave for a brew to wash down your brains An eight percent grey matter sludge
: We bang 'til death and lay siege to the pub With tankards and pints in the air Straight edgers worst fears, we're addicted to beers Though whiskey
: Trapped in a mirror, freed by a bomb To rule over Earth with sadistic aplomb Moon villainess rules by his side A brute force of evil serves in mute
: In a steel beast that lives underground A despot, a madman, they plot The eye of the Technodrome, the all-seeing eye Prepares for the coming attack
