Whorehouse Blues
One, two, three, four Well, we come up from the gutter The wrong side of the tracks Yeah, we come up from the gutter Wrong side of the tracks You know the music brought us out, babe And we ain't never been back Cause we went city to city All around the world Yes, we went city to city All around the world You know it never looked like enough, honey Even after thirty years Cause we come blazing like a shooting star And we light you up real good We come blazing like a shooting star And we light you up real good We're gonna hit you like a flash of lightning Just like a bad boy would Make your name You know the only thing that's missing Is a little mouth harp blues, mouth harp blues You know the only thing that's missing Is a little mouth harp blues That's how we do it And you know life's full of surprises You know we do that too, oh yeah Come on You know we ain't too good looking But we are satisfied, satisfied No, we ain't never been good looking But we are satisfied, satisfied We should've opened up a little whorehouse, honey Get a little booty on the side Can we go now? Yeah
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026
The order is for murder And we've been there before The men in black are coming back To serve the killing floor No pity, no surrender We take no prisoners We spare no brave defender No mercy, no quarter here The killers Will show you flame and sword We are the killers Enough to make your backbone shake The killers Enough to make Your stupid faces quiver And the killers long to take your life The sun beats down like thunder We ride to meet the foe The clash of steel and leather The only song we know No pardon, no quarter We own to no compassion We glory in the slaughter No mercy, we fetch your death The killers We are the ones foretold We are the killers We do not yearn for gold We are the killers We know the wrath of battle We are killers And the killers will destroy your life The Devil rides to glory We hasten by his side A legendary story Told by fireside No quarter, let all hope fade We glory in the slaughter Our badge the ace of spades No mercy, we bring the sword The killers We murder you in battle We are killers We ride you down like cattle We are killers We fight our way to legend We are killers And the killers love to see you die Killers We kill you till you die We are the killers We hold our banners high We are the killers We hang you out to die We are the killers And all we bring is death to life
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 06, 2026