Um pouco de cada coisa...

Um pouco sem inspiração e um pouco sem saco para atualizar.
Então, ficam aqui duas letras - de duas músicas DO CARALHO - do CARCASS!!!

GO TO HELL

SOME PEOPLE AREN'T CUT OUT TO BE SAINTS,
AND SINCE I WAS BORN IN ORIGINAL SIN,
HEDONISM HAS A CERTAIN ATTRACTION,
I THINK I'LL CUT THE CRAP, CUT OUT THE MIDDLE MAN,

AND GO TO HELL,
I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD,
I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL,
GO TO HELL,
WON'T YOU BE TOLD?
I'VE SOLD MY SOUL,
GO STRAIGHT TO HELL

YOUR PARADISE DOESN'T SOUND TOO FETCHING,
IT'S NOT ONLY YOUR SOULS WHICH MUST BE LOST,
"HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE",
YEAH, TOO RIGHT, MY HELL IS YOU,

THE SINS OF THE FLESH SOUND SO APPEALING,
SO LET ME WALLOW IN MY GUILT,
YOUR HELL WILL BE MY HEAVEN,
SO LET'S TURN UP THE HEAT, LET ETERNITY BEGIN,

AND GO TO HELL,
I'VE SOLD MY SOUL, SO WHEN MY BODY GOES COLD,
I'LL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL,
C'MON,
LET'S GO TO HELL,
WON'T YOU BE TOLD?
I'VE SOLD MY SOUL,
GO STRAIGHT TO HELL,

LET'S BURN IN THE FLAMES, YEAH!!!!


R**K THE VOTE

Hands in another's pocket,
the bed they make,
is not the one in which they lie,
the same old faces,
the same old establishment,
the same old lies,
cross your "x",
it's your only voice,
do as you're told,
don't rock the boat,
and buy what you're sold,

believe the lie,
the line that you toe,
doing fine,
if you just do as you're told,

no dissident voices,
the faces merge,
are one, absolute,
a comfortable, privileged,
white over belly,
revolution,
no threat, no change,
no gain, just pain,
the same old scheme,
no hope, no choice,
no future, no voice,
this is no pipe dream,
all is not what it seems,

believe the lie,
the line that you toe,
you'll do just fine,
if you just do as you're told,

is this rock'n'roll or a form of state control?

IS THIS REALLY ROCK'N'ROLL?
OR A FORM OF STATE CONTROL?