Voivod - Ripping Headaches Lyrics
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Ripping Headaches
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What Are The Lyrics For Ripping Headaches By Voivod?
Delivering the noise to keep
My head red hot Riding in the long run I get the energy Tonight let's go I'm here To feel my suicide We turn it on And you'll be going crazy The electricity is in the air to shock Breaking into shivers If you want disorder They're many maniacs here The shit is just beginning It will be long before We see posers again I'm gonna tear some wimp Rockers limb from limb Running the speed in blood Blowing my ears with noise In this place everybody becomes mummified I don't know why but it's sure We're the violators Anyway I shall go weather fate leads me In some place they looked at Us in wide mouthed Maybe because we are heavier Than all destructors It's a lot of fuss and you don't have a choice Bite kill rush skulk and there's No chance to save your cracked brain Burn slam shout scream the end is Always near I want to drop my pill Ah!Ah! The riff came full punch at my head Do you like it ?? You've got a brain damage It's the ripping headaches I'm still smashing and My body is doing bad We don't care and you know All the world must die ! Aah! |
Who Wrote Ripping Headaches By Voivod?
Belanger Denis, D Amour Denis, Langevin Michel, Denis Belanger, Denis D Amour, Jean Yves Theriault, Michel Langevin
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What's The Duration Of The Ripping Headaches By Voivod?The duration of Ripping Headaches is 3:12 minutes and seconds. |
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