Helly Gator

by ENGINE DRIVEN CULTIVATORS

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released October 1, 2009

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ENGINE DRIVEN CULTIVATORS Rome, Italy

3 self-released albums
alcoholic wild crazy shows
and tons, tons, tons of FUN since 2003.
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Track Name: Eyewash Squad
EYEWASH SQUAD

Look around
Don’t you feel just like everything’s enacting as doesn’t seem
Guess what you see
Is a part of a show with an unknown maneuvering
Don’t pull the plug
Right behind every single scene a secret that won’t be revealed
Move in the dark
Such a staff serves the power and a domination need

STRIKE FIRST
And do it in your way
Feeling no emotion, something like devotion
Once they’ve started no one’ll stand to say
Just feel the pain
DON’T ESITATE
Pull the trigger of corruption
Hide the clues and don’t forget the threats
Stay up, kill some life, calling for the journal
FOR COMING BY YOUR SIDE
It’s part of the game

Stay organized
Call it Mafia, C.I.A., Freemasonry or Red Brigades
Criminal intent
Keep the peace among the countries even by startin’ a war
Don’t retaliate
Or our plans could be spoiled and our money to the toilet
People nevermind
We look after you for make your world so safety and full of delight

WE OBEY - To all our chiefs commands
SCATTERED - Through all the plante’s lands
COOPERATE - Governments rely on us
TO EXPAND - Power on the weaker ones
K.G.B. - Nevermind his people’s cry
C.I.A. - Who must rule is United States
UPROOT, WEED - The roots of turmoil
THAT’S OUR JOB - Accept it like or not

Look around
Don’t you feel just like everything’s enacting like a fool
Guess what you see
Is a part of a show with an unknown operating director
Deadly remains
We’re the cancer of society and fix the fate of human kind
Secret parasites
You all know we exist mind your business or you’ll be on our mercenary’s list
Track Name: Dead City
DEAD CITY

Once upon a time in the past
A lone godforsaken town
Whom who entered there would be dead
No one could ever come back
Passed are the years and a lot has changed
Vandals and jailbirds live there
Devastation and blood ‘til the end
Were the menu of the day

WAH
A pile of rubble is what remains
BUT
A dreadful curse hits through the place

Metropolis of violence with factions that blame
Each other by impulsive hate
All the evil gathered rose
Brought ‘em all back to life
Creatures of hell awoke from the ground
Gave birth to reign of despair
Whoever enters there becomes one of them
After be killed in torture and torn

WAH
A pile of rubble is what remains
BUT
A dreadful curse hit through the place

Ancient hate – Now that it has been resurrected
Building wrecked – SILENT GRAVEYARD WHERE ALL THEY SLEPT
Broken roads – Useless shop signs and traffic lights
All neglected – THE SUPERMARKETS SMASHED BY CARS
Don’t approach – Escape become a futile hope
Whirling voices – BEGIN TO RISE TURNING INTO CHAOS
Evil tomb – It spread around, horrendous forms
Paled dolls – DEAD FLESH IN LACERATED CLOTHES

Someone’s walking towards city’s gate
He’s moving so slow, his eyes are so cold
Bringing with him a weapon that will
Eradicate all the evil from here
Has became one of them though shoot one by one
Blast ‘til the last lay down to the ground
From now on he’ll guard over the town
Whoever may come will be struck down
Track Name: Air Jive Interceptor
AIR JIVE INTERCEPTOR

Trying is the first step toward failure
Welcome to Springfield, you’ll stay for sure
Don’t have to be careful, I’ve got a gun
Donuts, is there anything they can’t do?
Ironic for once, dad’s butt prevented
The release of toxic gas
Normally not a praying man but
If you’re up there save me superman!

HEY HEY HEY!
VOTE QUIMBY
EAT MY SHORTS
That city is what you want

Television! Teacher, mother, secret lover
Take him away boys. Hey, I am the
Police chief here. Bake him away toys.
What was that chief? Do what the kids says
I’m on a road… looks to be asphalt
Jeez, trees, shrubs… under the earth’s sun
Good drink… good meat… good God, let’s eat!
This is 912. It’s a ghost car!

HEY HEY HEY!
VOTE QUIMBY
EAT MY SHORTS
Flanders has broke my balls

Daddy this rubber panties are hot
You’ve gotta wear them ‘til you learn, son
Didn’t reckon the awesome power of police
Where I put my badge? That duck’s got it!
You can’t keep blaming yourself
Just blame once and move on
The answer to life’s problems aren’t
At the bottom of a bottle they’re on tv
Track Name: Killpeace
KILLPEACE

Out on the ocean
Strange things are happening a matter of death
Water paints blood red
Flesh float on surface they take it on their ship
Greenpeace is loser
None hears their voice and stops the hunt
Worth so much money
To the rich sluts and the claiming rich mouths

BOMBS, PAIN
BLACK FLAG
BOMBS, PAIN
Our t-shirt

End of the game guys
It’s time for us now to take the field
Let’s sail to nowhere
Mad crew is ready with beer and “Illness”’s wine
Fear us dear hunters
Sooner or later we’ll come in zig-zag
Once there they shoot us
Did you believe we wouldn’t react?

KILL THE BASTARDS
Don’t let them flee
SHOVE TORPEDO
Right in their ass

We approach the guilty boats… Destroy them all!
WE’RE JUST GET TIRED
Blast with cannon their forward, then the main deck
REGARDS AND KISSES
Shoot down every other fleet, that wildlife hint
AND DO IT CATCHY
But sometime exaggerate, and with dead meat
WE HAVE A PARTY

Opening fire
Is all that we wish for to save their life
All our power
Lash out against you explosions arise
Forget the buttons
Try to push random and you crushed to death
What a disaster
We killed also whom we came to get safe
Track Name: Oblivion Loaded Guns
OBLIVION LOADED GUNS

Spreading hate on the path of mankind
Brought the weapon to male the last crime
Scorn for life gave the eternal set
For the performance of blessed death
Lightning and blasts, apocalyptic chaos
Iron angels do the job ordered them from highest floors
Fire from the sky, don’t know where to hide
Searchin’ for a safe place, invoking your own god

SIGNAL OF ALERT – Enemy’s approaching, have the screen a glance
READY FOR ATTACK – Switch on the beam rifle, gear up, shoot them

FOOLS FROM HIGH
Puppets to the core
SEND TO DIE

Armies clash with violence
Body parts exploding
On a blood red background
Tumbling down THE TOWER
Disclosed conspiracy
Equipped metal arms are shooting
The inevitable happened
Can’t retreat, it’s pointless

M.S.J. – Fitted with long-range cannon fire
G.N.X. – Lurk to strike rebels fleet
SET YOUR SIGHTS – On anything with different badge
BOOST THE ENGINE – Release the brake and fire the gun
RECKLESS DRIVE – The only way to stay alive
ORDERS CHANGED – It’s a set up, unite all!
YOU’VE BEEN DONE – Lying speeches long played with crowds
MASSIVE SINS – Can be only washed by death

Final state of disgrace
Second chance may not come
All of them have to think
About the world THAT FOLLOWS
Neither forget the fallen
Nor forgive the guilties
Pick up the iron remains
Make ‘em marble sculptures
Track Name: Mad Speed Tractor
MAD SPEED TRACTOR

Livin’ on a farm, you know, is simple as it seems?
Wonder how the city is, try to make a trip
Meeting a girl while driving my special car
Maybe she would have a drive
Soon from nowhere pops up another guy
And steal the queen of the night

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FUCKIN’ SLUT
Whit her back askin’ for someone’s guts

Try to dress up with a tie, drive away for one more night
I guess if I was so bore, wanna meet one more
Go by her side askin’ her “what’s the time?”
She is like “disappear!”
Then once again comes out another guy
Tellin’ her to hold tight

JUST LIKE PEASANTS SAID I DID SO
Start to think that something does not work

USE YOUR POWERED CAR
THINK I AM WAY OUT
SEE WELL WHAT THEY WANT
I’LL SHOW THEM THE ACE

They told me the problem is your vehicle is odd
Other guys have it so cool, in fashion and fast
Finally I could have make tail of it
What should I do now?
I need some money for the cause soon
To stand out from the crowd

DOING WHAT GIRLS HAVE SAID WON’T GO WRONG
I am sure this time I’ll shock

I’ve spend all my money and seems nothing has changed
I’ve set special silencer up, turbo boost and horns
Power steering, two ailerons and neon lights
Doin’ 308
Right back from my stereo
Somebody’s desperate

MAD SPEED TRACTOR
MAD SPEED TRACTOR
MAD SPEED TRACTOR
MAD SPEED TRACTOR
Track Name: Evidence Of Connection
EVIDENCE OF CONNECTION

Welcome to the show, searching for emotions, we just need you pay
We will never ask you, you’ll bring us your money, no won’t use a gun
Start to plan the season, know who’ll be the winner, interchange is smooth
Let’s call our friends, even if you sense it, guess you’ll be still there

RING MOBILE PHONE
HI REFEREE
WANT TO BE PROMOTED?
DO WHAT WE NEED

Football clubs all need their stench hands
System stands and all we know it - FAKE BLIND
TV shows tell us that they’re ok
Work to lick their gold ass - AIR JIVE
Secret powers move the strings and
We feel just a little strange - REAL BLIND?
Using ancient methods of play
ANNIHILATE – It’s the Italian way!

Welcome to the house, where outlaw is law, no one here want to see them
Possibly they kill, but prefer corruption, “honour” they call it
Dogs search for the money, banks and politicians, friends from highest spheres
If they find a banquet, soon enjoy the party, don’t them presidents?

MY BOOTLICKER
GET THE MISSIVE
HIGH STAIRS HAVE SENT
DO WHAT WE NEED

They all need to talk – BULLSHIT
You pay for the show – PREMIUM
A funny carousel – ON SKY
Keep on goin’ on – ON RAI
Watch the game, to bend the rules is an usual norm
When replay, experts don’t see and grows the scorn
Celebrate the winner even if has cheated
Kiss the hands, a rite to enter the highest class
Locker room, the prison whom break the pact
To deny, to return friends as was before
All they want is just that situation won’t change
Justice, where is it? Maybe doesn’t give a fuck…
Track Name: K. Much Hell-O
K. MUCH HELL-O

Politicians toy with sluts
Bodyguards are playing cards
Formula 1’s boss enjoys
Nazi revivals
Football player go with trans
Nuclear weapons done by lunch
World seems to go a bit insane
Sing along this nonsense refrain

1, 2, 3, 4
ALLIGATORS
5, 6, 7, 8
KE MACELLO!!!

Someone still plays buccaneers
Engine claim for another beer
Brain drain to the space dome
Pope’s in war with condoms
Since the beasts escape circus
Free the predators from zoo
Bungee jumping from a crag
Didn’t calculate the gap!