Objection Overruled

It's way past noon - i just woke up
Man - i feel like shit
One drink too much - took me right out
How the hell did i get home

Was still in bed when i heard the door
Somebody kept on knockin'
And there she was - neat as a pin
Smile on the face - staring down at me

There she was - there she was
Asking for a little donation
There she was - there she was
Shakin' more than my foundations

So i asked her in - to my surprise
She didn't waste no time
She took off her dress - kicked off her shoes
And threw away her glasses

She was here - she said - to save my soul
Asking for a little donation
I gave her all i had to give
Waiting for my salvation

There she was - there she was
Praying for a little donation
On her knees - there she was
Shakin' more than my foundations

- there she was
Begging for a little donation
Down on her knees -
She rocked me down to my foundations - down to my foundations

It's all for a good purpose
But it ain't for charity
It's all for a good purpose
She came for money - and gave her dignity

C.o.d. - chanty - no charge
C.o.d. - chanty - no fees
C.o.d. - charity
C.o.d. - charity

C.o.d. - charity - she came - she saw- she conquered
C.o.d. - charity
C.o.d. - charity - she came - she saw - she had it from me
C.o.d. - charity

C.o.d. - charity - down
C.o.d. - charity - down on me
C.o.d. - charity - oh lord
C.o.d. - charity - she's sucking out the devil, the devil in me

You know - i'm good
Do you like my holy donation
Just call on me - when ever you want
And rock me down to my foundations

- there she was
Asking for a little donation
Don't ever stop - don't spill a drop
Keep a shakin' on'a my foundations

We hold the seeds of metal
And we scatter them around
We'll eat you up - and spit you out
Like a pack of wolves on the hunt

We are the kings of madness

We are the sons of evil
Burning down every house
We are the metal gladiators
Unchain the beast and let it loose

Come raise your hands and shout it out
We want it now we want it loud

'cause we are slaves to metal - locked into the taste of steel
Slaves to metal - we'll march you to the beat
We are slaves to metal - chained up to the sound
Slaves to metal - we'll rock you to the ground - so evil

Born to be the bloodhounds
In the legions of the damned
A million miles of madnesses
On the battleground of screaming guitars

Will you taste the sweat of metal
Will you lick the open wounds
It's the ultimate commandment
Which will never guarantee your doom

Come raise your hands and shout it out
We want it now we want it loud

'cause we are slaves to metal - locked into the taste of steel
Slaves to metal - we'll march you to the beat
We are slaves to metal - chained up to the sound
Slaves to metal - we'll rock you to the ground

'cause we are slaves to metal - locked into the taste of steel
Slaves to metal - we'll march you to the beat
We are slaves to metal - chained up to the sound
Slaves to metal - we'll rock you to the ground

Slaves to metal

We called it this - he called it that
But never what it was
We called it shit - we called it grass
That's the way it was
He took it once - just for the thrill
He'd bought a ticket to ride

We laughed about - the jokes he told
He was one of the boys
Hey, what a guy - he used to be
When he was sober and dry

Smoky nights - gloomy lights
He was high as a kite
When he turned into the demon
No way to calm it down
Just like a jekyl and hide

He wasn't bulletproof - he shot himself the final round
No man is bulletproof - it's destination underground

Too many journeys - on acid trains
Too many trips - on the astral plane

Danced with lucy in the sky
On a cloud of ecstasy
Too late to stop him now
Even sacrifice his mother
Turn against his only friend
To reach the ultimate high

He wasn't bulletproof - shot himself the final round
No man is bulletproof - it's destination underground
Bulletproof - the chief is your medicine-man
No man is bulletproof - he's gonna drug you down

He thought that he could fly
That he could reach the sky
But he went up too high - oh, so high
He kissed the ground - goodbye

He wasn't bulletproof - shot himself the final round
No man is bulletproof - destination underground
Bulletproof - the chief is your medicine-man
No man is bulletproof - he's gonna drug you down

I can't wait much longer
Revenge is overdue
You took your chance and screwed me
Way back in '82

Inside my hate is burning
My brain's on overload
My innocence is over
Now i'm ready to explode

I'm gonna be your nemesis - i like it when you scream
I'm the mother of your nightmares - got a contract to redeem

This one's for you - right in your face
Just sit on this and spin around
This one's for you - your time is up
Stick it - shove it - where the sun don't shine

You've always been a wise guy
You played at being rough
I stripped away your masquerade
And now you ain't so tough

You're a coward with no backbone
I will crush you with my heel
Put the scrapings in my blender
Add some bourbon - what a meal

I'm gonna be your nemesis - i like it when you scream
I'm the mother of your nightmares - got a contract to redeem

This one's for you - right in your face
Just sit on this and spin around
This one's for you - i hold the ace
Stick it - shove it

This one's for you - right in your face
Just sit on this and spin around
This one's for you - a bunch of fives
Stick it - shove it

This one's for you - right in your face
Just sit on this and spin around
This one's for you -no one but you
Stick it - shove it - where the sun don't shine

He's got the power - he's like a god
But he's a devil of flesh and blood
A '45 is his religion - code of silence his belief
It's a kiss of death
A '45 is his religion - code of silence his belief

You can find them in the gutter
You will find'em in your church
They always know each other
They call it family

You may end up six-feet-under
Anywhere and anytime
It's a one-way-street with a thousand lanes
And a million ways to die

A thompson sub-machine gun made my day

Sick, dirty and mean
You can hide but you can't run
Sick, dirty and mean
Headhunters cut you down

A godfather's kiss - an icepick in your eye
Sick, dirty and mean
It's like a killing machine

Can you hear your mother crying
Can you see your father die
Can you walk away from children
Dying facedown in the dirt

But if you break a code of silence
You gotta do it all away
If you don't stop the violence
The mob is here to stay

A pair of concrete slippers -
They're all vultures all over your back

Sick, dirty and mean
You can hide but you can't run
Sick, dirty and mean
Headhunters cut you down

They will terminate your contract - they will finalize the deal
Sick, dirty and mean
It's a killing machine

A '45 is his religion - code of silence his belief

It's a double barreled shotgun with an ouzi on the side

Sick, dirty and mean
You can hide but you can't nun
Sick, dirty and mean
Head-hunters cut you down

If you wanna be a songbird - there's an axe to clip your wings

Sick, dirty and mean
It's a killing machine

Sick, dirty and mean
Sick, dirty and mean
Sick, dirty and mean
Sick, dirty and mean