Death Metal
We were writing this album
My manager called and said we need a hit
He said "Your music's not current enough for the kids so write a death metal song"
We said "Heck yeah you got it!"
So I got out my beach ball
My Hawaiian shirt with little coconuts on the sleeves
And wrote this brutal jam while the tall palm trees
Began to sway gently in the island breeze
Death metal, the metal of death
Better drink that margarita before your last breath
The taste of Satan from our rock armada
An umbrella of evil in your piña colada
Death metal, put on your leis
Surfin' waves as your rotting mortal soul decays
Lay back in the sand and drift slowly away
And renounce your God's existence at the seafood buffet
Our manager called us back and said
"Hey guys, its your manager Brent. This definitely isn't death metal."
"It sounds more like Jimmy Buffet"
We laughed at the way he's always joking around
And then we tuned our ukeleles to get that dark sound
We were in the metal festival that night
To play with some bands, it was such a great list
Like Demigod Slut and Chasm of Filth
And Maggot Desecration and Graves of Piss
STEEL DRUM SOLO!
DEFILE ME WITH THAT SAX!
Easy on those coconut shrimp, Jerry
Death metal, the metal of death
Tanning lotion on corpse, he needs a high SPF
Playing frisbee all day, you'll be running like a cheetah
Sacrificing goats with a sweet señorita
Death metal, choke on our scum
Thanks for joining us today for all our tropical fun
I have to say this vile concert went well
Now suck this music tribute to our dark lord in hell
What the heck was that
My manager called and said we need a hit
He said "Your music's not current enough for the kids so write a death metal song"
We said "Heck yeah you got it!"
So I got out my beach ball
My Hawaiian shirt with little coconuts on the sleeves
And wrote this brutal jam while the tall palm trees
Began to sway gently in the island breeze
Death metal, the metal of death
Better drink that margarita before your last breath
The taste of Satan from our rock armada
An umbrella of evil in your piña colada
Death metal, put on your leis
Surfin' waves as your rotting mortal soul decays
Lay back in the sand and drift slowly away
And renounce your God's existence at the seafood buffet
Our manager called us back and said
"Hey guys, its your manager Brent. This definitely isn't death metal."
"It sounds more like Jimmy Buffet"
We laughed at the way he's always joking around
And then we tuned our ukeleles to get that dark sound
We were in the metal festival that night
To play with some bands, it was such a great list
Like Demigod Slut and Chasm of Filth
And Maggot Desecration and Graves of Piss
STEEL DRUM SOLO!
DEFILE ME WITH THAT SAX!
Easy on those coconut shrimp, Jerry
Death metal, the metal of death
Tanning lotion on corpse, he needs a high SPF
Playing frisbee all day, you'll be running like a cheetah
Sacrificing goats with a sweet señorita
Death metal, choke on our scum
Thanks for joining us today for all our tropical fun
I have to say this vile concert went well
Now suck this music tribute to our dark lord in hell
What the heck was that
Credits
Writer(s): James Wesley Roach, Leigh Daniel Avidan, Brian Wecht
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