Testi:
Terror 2000

Cry, baby your death is yet to come Cheap thrills and leather wips will treat you 'til I'm done Moan and cry, don't deny, I'll satisfy 'til you die [

Vengeance is mine, I'm gonna crush you all Run you over with my rubber soul Smelling the gas as I race through pain The smell of burning tires, I'm one

Five years in prison, I don't ever wanna leave this place Wireless Internet and colour TV, I'm so amazed I robbed a bank and shot a guy who talked to

Jim Bean, my best friend, picks me up in his truck In the backseat JD, my brother in law My German penpal Helmut Jagermeister Sends me small bottles

Eat my breakfast, drop the kids off That's how my daily life starts On the highway, 'til it's payday I have a meeting with the boss He has a wicked leg

Fed up with the lifestyle, fed up with the lies Fed up with the money and the feminist wives I just can't take it anymore Fed up with the bling bling

! [x2] Am I in too deep? I will carve out your eyes to justify my lies I'll be like the beast Make you up to the feast You know by the name of terror

I'm a cocky little kid with a metal band I'd like to be a star, I got my hair dyed black And I just got a brand new guitar.. [Chorus:] I stole some

Eat my breakfast, drop the kids off That's how my daily life starts On the highway, 'til it's payday I have a meeting with the boss He has a wicked leg