ApanDenOnde

Ja då hade man skrivit en låtjävel då till projektet (vi ska skriva en låt som projektarbete nu sista veckorna)..

Jag ska nu stolt presentera texten jag snickrade ihop för en stund sedan. Det är en gammal text, eller iaf första versen och halva refrängen, som jag gjorde klar nu.
Tänk dig ett tungt drop-D-riff med dubbelkagge. Det trodde ni inte va?
Den kommer att bli episk.

The Mosh Warrior

He's got a bleeding nose
from a well placed fist
But he's got a thousand of those
on his own list
He's the king of the ring
he'll make you cry
When you feel the sting
of him punching your eye

He's the mosh warrior!
He's the mosh warrior!
He's the mosh warrior!
280 beats per minute is he's personal best

You think you're a man
You'll be put to the test
Even Jean Claude van Damme
would fall like the rest
The meanes fucker you've met
it's the end of your game
Had your lunch yet?
Prepare to taste it again!

He's the mosh warrior!
He's the mosh warrior!
He's the mosh warrior!
You thought you were safe behind your bulletproof vest

A gas mask for dust
A scarred head from bottles
The pit is his lust
Your ribcage will rattle

He's the mosh warrior!
Fist to your face is his favourite style
He's the mosh warrior!
Pick up your phone and do a 911 dial
He's the mosh warrior!...

Jo då, tack. Där satt den, tamme fan.