A big brown dog
Biting my hand
Told me I would
Just be betrayed
How long are you going to behave
Like a headless chicken
The brain of a rat
Playing a game
Addicted to doctrine
Your school of propaganda
Society – democracy
Mediocrity
How long are you going to behave
Like a headless chicken
No self-esteem!
Oeh!
That’s how they want you
Like a rat eating vomit
Dying at the side of the road
They give you dope
And they will ban it
They profit with your disease!
With your fucking disease!
It’s a fucking disease!
It’s a blood disease!
It’s your brain disease !
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It hits you hard, grinds you to shreds, sniffs you up its nose, devours you and spits you out. Then it roles over you like a tank. Finally it pats you on the back and you have a beer together. I'm loving the shit out of this bastard. mourner
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Heads for the Dead prove once again that they are the best 'old-school' death metal band going. Their lyrics are drenched in horror and gore. Their music channels terror. They are the real deal. Hayduke X
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Who doesn't know about Rogga and his phenomenal output of swedeath? It has to be acknowledged that he doesn't put out any bad songs and is capable to hold up the tension. Not only that, je eben manages to increase the intensity of his works. mourner