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Powertrip

(1988)
TypeStudio Full-length
GenresThrash Metal, Crossover, Hardcore Punk
LabelsCombat Records
Album rating :  65 / 100
Votes :  1
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Powertrip Lyrics

(10)
Submitted by level Besi Karat
1. Powertrip (3:35)
I'm feling really bored lately
Nothing much to do
Nothing turns me on lately
What's a boy to do?

I'm bored....

Well things are getting boring and the normal makes me sick
To get my blood pumping I found myself a new kind of kick
I put my life in my hands, it could be my last stand

So what?

Playing Russian Roulette, sticking needles in my arms
Jumping out of planes and playing chicken with the trains

It's a powertrip knowing that
I'm within a hair of taking my last breath of air
It's a powertrip, adrenaline
Shooting high, pumping hard, running wild

My life in my hands in my hands
My life in my hands in my hands
It could be my last stand
My life in my hands in my hands

My life in my hands in my hands
My life in my hands in my hands
It could be my last stand
My life in my hands in my hands

Standing on the ledge,
I look over the edge
To see what I could see ( - I'm bored)
To taunt mortality ( -Really bored)
And I might even take some people with me....

This sacred thing called human life means nothing much to me
It's not enough to just survive, and the only time I feel alive
Is when I put my life in my hands, it could be my last stand

It's a powertrip
Powertrip!

My life in my hands in my hands
My life in my hands in my hands
It could be my last stand
My life in my hands in my hands
2. Zad (3:04)
On a very far away planet was a boy
His name was Zad, he lived with his dad
He was always getting in trouble
And his dad would yell, "Bad boy!"

One day Zad was lurking in his dad's lab
He was looking for some things to play with

When he started mixing up some jars of stuff
Some of this, some of that and he thought, "Good boy!"
Good boy!

He poured all the stuff in a laser tube
And pressed the button...
Oh boy!

The laser shot into the sky
His dad rushed out and cried,
"You bad boy! What have you done?!"

Zad's laser hit the earth - It was a bright light, a blue light
A blue light, a bright light that hit that night, it shined so bright
Then something strange occurred and it could never be explained
Well, but basically what happened was there was no more rock 'n' roll....

No more rock 'n' roll
No more rock 'n' roll
No more rock 'n' roll
It can't be explained
But no-one even cared
Like it was never there

No more rock 'n' roll
No more rock 'n' roll,
And in the years that passed
Everything was changed
And nothing was the same
No more rock 'n' roll

Without rock 'n' roll there was
No more premarital sex
No more crimes or drugs
No more fighting or foul language
No more!

In the absence of these and other such nasty things
Came peace on earth - That was a long time ago
Nowadays, people say the blue light was
The second coming of Christ, but I know better...

It was just a boy named Zad
Just a boy named Zad
3. Stuff to Fill Graves (3:20)
Thousands of people died today
Anonymous, just went away
No-one noticed, no-one cared
Desensitised, our feelings spared

A face in the crowd (Just stuff)
Disappears
A needle in the hay

Only the famous are ever missed
And eulogised by journalists
The eyes of the world don't see specks
Cause they ain't nothin' - only next

A face in the crowd (Just stuff)
Disappears
A needle in the hay

Fighting wars, boys blown away
Picnics, parties on Memorial Day
Starvation, famine never stops
Farmers paid not to grow crops
Bag lady dead upon the street
Step over her, don't miss a beat
Under the big top it don't rain
We shield ourselves from death and pain

Thousands of people died today
No-one noticed, no-one cared

Only the famous are ever missed
And eulogised by journalists
The eyes of the world don't see specks
Cause they ain't nothin' - only next

A face in the crowd disappears
The needle in the hay
The eyes of the world, they don't see specks
Cause they ain't nothin' - only next
4. The Tip of My Mind (2:13)
Awareness flashed before my eyes
Its knowledge, secrets were my prize
Life's meaning and the inner truth
The wisdom of the wise
Oh, man, it was so beautiful
I just sat there and cried

I woke from that dream yesterday
And when I did, the truth got away
No memory, but I think
That it will come to me today
I can feel it, it's so close
I've just got to remember...

It's on the tip of my mind
It's on the tip of my mind

I can feel it, it's so close
I've just got to remember...

It's on the tip of my mind
It's on the tip of my mind

Awareness flashed before my eyes
Its knowledge, secrets were my prize
Life's meaning and the inner truth
The wisdom of the wise
Oh, man, it was so beautiful
I just sat there and cried

Oh, man, it was so beautiful
I just sat there and died

It's on the tip of my mind
It's on the tip of my mind
It's on the tip of my mind
It's on the tip of my mind
5. Damage Done (3:18)
You didn't mean to do it
But things just went astray
You fucked them and they'll fuck you
And now it's time to pay

The damage done, you can't change fate
The damage done
The damage done, you can't negotiate

The damage done, you can't change fate
The damage done
The damage done, and now you know it's too late

Sure, you'd do it different
If you got another try
But things don't always go your way
So just sit back and die

The damage done
The damage done, it's too late
The damage done
The damage done, it's too late

You get a chauffeured ride to nowhere
Praying you won't feel the pain
Lay face down, kiss the earth
And take a bullet in the brain

You didn't mean to do it
But things just went astray
You fucked them and they'll fuck you
And now it's time to pay

The damage done, you can't change fate
The damage done
The damage done, you can't negotiate

The damage done, you can't change fate
The damage done
The damage done, and now you know it's too late

The damage done
6. T.B.O.S. (Barbiere di Siviglia) (1:44)
7. This Party Sucks (3:55)
I woke up, hangover gone, and I was feeling alright
'cause I had slept until the sun went down that Saturday night
Got out of bed and thought to myself, "Now what am I gonna do?"
I checked my messages, not horroscope, to try and find a clue

There was a message in particular that caught my eye
It said there was a party happening, it was near by
So I got myself dressed and I left my house
Got to the party, nothing stirring, not even a mouse

'bout thirty people were there and most of them were dicks
Only three of them were girls, but they weighed as much as six

There was a small group of people around talking shit
About their jobs, pop music and politics
In the main room, the television was a hit
I said, "It's sad but true, most people are dicks"

I said, "How about some music?" And they said, "Freak that!"
They said, "Saturday Night Live is where it's at"
I noticed a fat girl, she was checkin' me out
She told me it was her house and she showed me about....and around....

(When she sat around the house, she really sat around the house...)

I asked for beer and she said there was none
I asked for liquor and food and she said, "Boy, you're screwed
"This party was 'Bring Your Own' and nothing is supplied"
"Well, you people are dicks!" is what I cried

Oh, so it's bring my own?
Bring my own what? Fun?!

This Party Sucks, this party sucks
THIS PARTY SUCKS
B.Y.O.F. - Bring Your Own Fun
Because this Party Sucks, this party sucks
THIS PARTY SUCKS
This Party Sucks, this party sucks
THIS PARTY SUCKS

This party was the worst, I couldn't take it anymore
I said "Adios," grabbed my jacket and I ran for the door

I went home, drank some beer and fell asleep in a chair
There was knockin' at my door and as I checked to see who was there
I thought about the night and it made me sick
I thought, "It's sad but true, most people are dicks!"

There was a Mexican goddess standing at my door
She said she was Juanita, she just moved next door
She had a bottle of tequila, a seductive grin
I said, "Well, now it's party time!" as I let her on in....
8. Johnnypump (4:21)
Out on the streets, springs wound tight
Seeking release on a late dark night
Determined feet beat the cement
Roving eyes pick up the scent

A crowded club, deserted street
Sweating palms, feel the heat
In plain sight, shuffle and deal
Light the fuse and spin the wheel

The flames, an aphrodisiac
To the hungry pyomaniac
It's like sex vicariously
As the bodies burn towards the ecstasy

Sirens pierce the night, the flames light the sky
Screams smother sirens, hear everybody die
No way out, the exits blocked by panicked bodies at the door
The flames and flesh, they unify, senses rejoice, and then that smell...
As everybody dies

The flames, an aphrodisiac
To the hungry pyomaniac
Sense the fear, those people dying
See the flames, it's time
For everybody, everyone
Now the fun's begun

Orgasm builds and multiplies
Satisfied, feel everybody die
Hear 'em die, smell 'em die
Senses cry, feel everybody die

The flames, an aphrodisiac
To the hungry pyomaniac
It's like sex vicariously
As the bodies burn towards the ecstasy

The flames, like sex

The flames....
9. Yesterday for You (2:47)
Here's your life, it's in a book
This is what you've done
It's filled with cut-outs of your past
It's filled with all your fun
And all your fun, and all your fun

It now sits hungry on a shelf
For things you'll never do
And if you feel that tomorrow is gonna suck
It's yesterday for you

You've guaranteed yourself a future
Of things since past
You're living on your memories
'cause the good, it didn't last
Here's your life, it's in a book
It's what you've done
It's your life, here's your life

And now it sits hungry on a shelf
For the things that you think you'll never do
'cause if you feel that tomorrow is gonna suck
It's yesterday for you

It's yesterday for you....

Good old times are what you've got
That's all you'll ever get
The scrapbook has become your net
Cameras, scissors and a pen
Your history, your net

It now sits hungry on a shelf
For things you'll never do
And if you feel that tomorrow is gonna suck
It's yesterday for you

It's yesterday for you....
10. And So It Goes (3:05)
You wake up, roll over to your alarm clock's screaming bray
'cause it rings at 6:55AM almost every day

Rot and decay, American dream
Rot and decay, American dream

Work all your life, be a corpse
Rat race: Corpse

Rot and decay, American dream
Rot and decay, American dream

Get up, look at your ceiling which is someone else's floor
Just a quick shit-shower-shave, you're running out the door

Rot and decay, American dream
Rot and decay, American dream
Rot and decay, American dream

And so it goes
And so it goes
Work all your life and be a corpse and that's the way it goes
And goes, and goes....and so it goes
And that's the fucking way it goes

Off to your job where you work two thousand hours a year
Keep it up for forty years and watch your life disappear

Rot and decay, American dream
Rot and decay, American dream

Add in all those hours that you'll need to spend asleep
Two thirds of your life is wasted, buddy - life is fuckin' cheap

Rot and decay, American dream
Rot and decay, American dream
Rot and decay, American dream

And so it goes
And so it goes

And so it goes
Work all your life and be a corpse
And that's the way it goes
And goes, and goes....and so it goes
And that's the fucking way it goes and goes
And so it goes
11. The Well Dressed Man Disguise (4:48)
I've been driving through my life
My own way, and did I say
That I've been doing what I want
Along the way?

But I've got one eye on the rear-view mirror
And I've got the other one on the road

'cause I'm a hunted man
Ya' understand?
Alone, a desperado
In a well-dressed land

Running from the hunters stalking me right before my eyes
In the well-dressed man disuise
Hiding in plain sight
The well-dressed man disguise

It's like a real-life version
Of 'The Invasion of the Body Snatchers'
They watch and wait
Then try and catch ya'

They're all around me, can't close my eyes
To the well-dressed man disguise
I'm tired of running
From the well-dressed man diguise

My patience has expired, I'm getting sick and tired
Really sick and tired of the things that they've conspired
I'll take my chances, gonna stand and fight
That's right, gonna stand and fight!

No more running
No more!

Sometimes it ain't easy
To drive down the roads that I choose
But it's my life
I don't intend to lose

I'm tossing out my rear-view mirror
And putting both eyes on the road
'cause I don't care what's behind me anymore

The hunters stalking me right before my eyes
In the well-dressed man disguise
They'll never break me
The well-dressed man disuise

Well-dressed man

My patience has expired, I'm getting sick and tired
Really sick and tired of the things that they've conspired
I'll take my chances, gonna stand and fight
That's right, gonna stand and fight!
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