Let me tell you, something Mean Gene
You've been running from Macho, like I got cheese
Sugar is sweet, well so is honey
I'll tell you something, nothing means nothing
The tower of power, too sweet to be sour
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
Funky like a monkey, skies the limit
And guess what space is this place
(You) Know, I'm the cream of the crop,
And the cream, always rises to the top,
Ex-pect-the-un-ex-pect-
Ted in the kingdom of madness...
BOW DOWN, to the kingdom of madness.
I've been everywhere, from soaring with the eagles,
To slithering with, those slithery snakes
2 referees or 200,000 doesnt matter,
cuz I'm, the Fucking Macho King!
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021