Texty:
S O D Stormtroopers Of Death Live At Budokan Live

ass Sorry guys I can't make it Maybe next time, think I'll pass Don't make her mad, don't make her sad A fate for you that's worse than death you're a

I woke up, can't wait to eat Got my cereal, boy was I beat Opened the fridge, and to my dismay There was no milk, my mother will pay CHORUS: I want some

Fuck the middle east There's too many problems They just get in the way We sure could live without them They hijack our planes They raise our oil prices

skin Losing weight but I swell Wish I'd die and leave this hell Cannot stop no turning back Rays that burn my front and back Our solar death that we

play hardcore Well that's a bunch of shit You're just a bunch of snot nosed kids A real group of tits You make your bed you lay in I bet it's made of

blood begins to splat On his sweater and his hat His rotted mouth smiles as you die His color's red and green His skin's not what it seems He rips at

Going out to drink beer Having laoding and loads of fun Don't complain spring break is here Hanging out in P G's CHORUS: Pi Alpha Nu Pi Alpha Nu Hanging

It doesn't matter how you wear your hair It's what's inside your head United Forces stand for all strong far Black, white