Biografia:
GG Allin
GG Allin, pseudônimo de Jesus Christ Allin (29 de agosto de 1956 - 28 de junho de 1993) foi um cantor de punk rock e líder de diversas bandas. Ele se tornou famoso por seus shows ao vivo, que invariavelmente apresentavam Allin defecando no palco, se cortando com cacos de vidro e jogando detritos na platéia. Embora mais conhecido por suas atitudes no palco do que por seu trabalho musical, ele gravou um volume significativo de material - não só no gênero punk, mas também de country and western e rock clássico.
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Outras músicas:
- Bite It You Scum
- Carmalita
- Dont Talk To Me
- Fuck Authority
- Guns, Bitches, Brawls And Bottles
- Outlaw Scumfuck
- Pick Me Up (on Your Way Down)
- Sitting In This Room
- Son Of Evil
- Watch Me Kill
- When I Die
- Automatic
- Blood For You
- Brutality And Bloodshed For All
- Carmelita
- Drink Fight And Fuck
- Expose Yourself To Kids
- Fuck Of We Murder
- Guns Bitches Brawls And Bottles
- Gypsy Motherfucker
- I Wanna Fuck The Shit Out Of You
- I Wanna Piss On You
- Layin Up With Linda
- Look Into My Eyes And Hate Me
- Outlaw Scumfuc
- Outskirts Of Life
- Pick Me Up On Your Way Down
- Rowdy Beer Drinking Night
- Scumfuc Tradition
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Here is the chords for fuck of we murder:
C#m, A for the main riff
C#m, A, C#m, F# For the chorus
E, F#, B, G for the brigde.
Here I sit alone with a bullet in my gun
On it is the name of everyone
I hate you, I wanna kill you one by one
Worthless human flesh that I kill
I'm the untamed animal
Do I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
No I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
The act of killing you will be my high
Every life I steal, I multiply
Fuck off bastard, fuck off bitch
They'll find you full of maggots rotting in a ditch
Waiting with my mind, the things I hate the most
People pass me by, I see nothing but a ghost
Now it's time to cast the shadow of a doubt
I'm here for bloody murder, I'm here to wipe you out
Do I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
No I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
The taste of blood takes me further
The taste of blood takes me further
Do I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
No I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
C#m, A for the main riff
C#m, A, C#m, F# For the chorus
E, F#, B, G for the brigde.
Here I sit alone with a bullet in my gun
On it is the name of everyone
I hate you, I wanna kill you one by one
Worthless human flesh that I kill
I'm the untamed animal
Do I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
No I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
The act of killing you will be my high
Every life I steal, I multiply
Fuck off bastard, fuck off bitch
They'll find you full of maggots rotting in a ditch
Waiting with my mind, the things I hate the most
People pass me by, I see nothing but a ghost
Now it's time to cast the shadow of a doubt
I'm here for bloody murder, I'm here to wipe you out
Do I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
No I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
The taste of blood takes me further
The taste of blood takes me further
Do I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
No I feel compassion? No!
Do I feel love? No!
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
Fuck off, we murder
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