Satan’s Brats
| Title | Satan’s Brats |
|---|---|
| Artist | Love Songs |
| Album | Oh, The Places You’ll Go Wrong |
| Release Date | (not set) |
| Description | “Satan’s Brats” poem written by Terry Small after taking his daughter to a Battle of the Bands. The winning band were the children of a biker gang who “coerced” the judges in classic biker fashion. |
| Lyrics | Here’s Timmy on guitar and he’s gonna go far Gonna be a big star actin’ so bizarre Gonna raise the dead and the demon hordes Just as soon as he learns just a couple more chords I’m Bobby Most Foul, I grunt and I growl I shriek and I howl with a permanent scowl My voice ain’t changed and it seems so strange That my death-growl floats in the high tenor range We’re Satan’s Brats! Whatcha think about that? Don’t give a damn about sharps and flats! We pound like hell and we howl like cats! Little Joey on bass with a sneer on his face Flingin’ his hair all over the place Gonna rattle your bones by keepin’ it simple And don’t he look fierce with his big red pimple? Here’s Mickey on drums with his two numb thumbs It’s a good sense of rhythm that he overcomes And he’ll shatter your hopes and your poor eardrums With his… We’re Satan’s Brats! Whatcha think about that? We don’t give a damn about sharps or flats! We pound like hell and we howl like cats! With our rub-on tats We’re well on our way To play Paris and Rome (I hope before ten, when we have to be home) We’re takin’ this band to the farthest horizons Soon as my brother gets his driver’s license We rage about life and how it all sucks About bitches and booze and the dumb motherfucks We’re better than you, we don’t need your support We want to kick ass, but our legs are too short You might also likeSo our Dads park their Harleys and unload our gear And they amp up the vibe of excitement and fear They’ve bought us equipment - the best that they’ve got - And now they will buy us a NUMBER-ONE SPOT! We’re Satan’s Brats! |