Clean Sound

It's metallic and it's raw
It's rotten to the core
Too brutal for the law
And disrespectful of the lord

We're back for the attack
Put a shotgun to your head
After beating you to death
With a fucking baseball bat

We're gruesome and grim
Your head gets bashed in
You brain gets spilled out
You're gonna go down

So yeah, maybe our gang is mean
But the sound of our band is clean
When the last body drops down to the ground
It's still gonna be moving around to the clean sound

Our hunger for destruction is inexhaustible
If you wake up at all, you're gonna wake up in a hospital

We're merciless and kill for fun
Blasting clean sound thru your body
'till all your bones begin to crunch

Out on the streets they know us as tyrants
Even the witnesses get locked away in asylums

The sky turns blood-red when we're slicing and dicing
The dead walk the earth 'cos hell is rising

So yeah, our gang is fucking mean
But the sound of our band is fucking clean
When the last corpse in our basement has been found
We're still chilling in jail and thru the speakers blasts clean sound

When you hear our clean sound, you know we're outta control
We'll be drinking you blood and devour your soul

You can't beat us, so join us, we're not fucking around
It's your last chance to be part of the gang of clean sound, yeah