From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Lyrics
| Band | |
|---|---|
| Album | The New Batch(2018) |
| Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
| Genres | Death Metal, Thrash Metal, Grindcore |
| Labels | Independent |
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6. From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard (4:27)
Cannibal hermit armed with an axe
Hunting for sport, hunting for food
Armed to the teeth, death comes swift
Trespassers are his lunch!
Stabbing, hacking, fileting, blood spraying
Axe to the crotch, knife to the throat
His bloodlust his endless, his tools the same
You have no chance, surviving his game
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Camping can be deadly!
Deep in mother nature, macabre acts unfold
Silence the swine, stories go untold
These are his woods, you are his prey
Hiding, waiting, the blood's gonna spray!
Methods normally for the beasts of the wild
Hunting for sport, hunting for pleasure
There are his woods, you are his prey
You're on a killer campout!
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Camping can be deadly!
Blackwell is his name
And hunting is his game
Picked the wrong time for relaxation
Hacked, butchered, ready for ingestion!
Hunting for sport, hunting for food
Armed to the teeth, death comes swift
Trespassers are his lunch!
Stabbing, hacking, fileting, blood spraying
Axe to the crotch, knife to the throat
His bloodlust his endless, his tools the same
You have no chance, surviving his game
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Camping can be deadly!
Deep in mother nature, macabre acts unfold
Silence the swine, stories go untold
These are his woods, you are his prey
Hiding, waiting, the blood's gonna spray!
Methods normally for the beasts of the wild
Hunting for sport, hunting for pleasure
There are his woods, you are his prey
You're on a killer campout!
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Reduce, reuse, remove your limbs
From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard
Camping can be deadly!
Blackwell is his name
And hunting is his game
Picked the wrong time for relaxation
Hacked, butchered, ready for ingestion!
The New Batch - Lyrics
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| ▶ 6. From the Scrapyard to the Graveyard Lyrics | 7. Wrestlemassacre Lyrics |
| 8. Garbage Day Lyrics | 10. Herbert West Lyrics |
| 11. Freudstein Lyrics | 12. Perfect Fit Lyrics |
| 13. Junk Yard Dick Toss Lyrics | 14. Down the Drain Lyrics |
| 15. Don't Lyrics |
The New Batch - Album Credits
Members
- Jim : Bass
- Andy : Drums
- Mike : Vocals, Guitars
Additional musicians
- Stevo : Vocals (track 14)
- Dave Ingram : Vocals (tracks 3, 6)
- Maniac Neil : Vocals (track 12)
- Bob Shaw (R.I.P. 2022) : Vocals (track 4)
Other staff
- Silvester Koorevaar : Layout
- Nev/Gruesome Graphx : Artwork
- Ranarchy : Artwork
- Andy Middaugh : Recording, Mixing
- Mike Tkaczyk : Recording, Mixing
- Geoff Hodsman : Mastering
- Matt Slime : Artwork
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