Terror For Sale (2005)
Scarlet Records / Nuclear Blast


01. Five Star Prison
02. Metal Mosh Massacre
03. Cheap Thrills
04. King Kong Song
05. Wrath Of The Cookie Monster
06. Satans Barbecue
07. Flesh Fever Fiesta
08. Liquor Saved Me From Sports
09. Fed Up Anthem
10. Mummy Metal For The Masses
11. Stattena T[h]rash
12. Bloody Blues Blaster
13. Dishwasher Demon (bonus track)


Line-up: Björn "Speed" Strid - vocals
             Klas Ideberg - guitars
             Nick Sword - guitars
             Dan Svensson - bass
             Erik Thyselius - drums
Reviews

www.metaleater.com (9/10)
www.metal-temple.com (4/5)


01. Five Star Prison

Five years in prison, I dont ever wanna leave this place
wireless internet and colour tc i'm so amazed
I robbed a bank and shot a guy who talked too much
but then again I forgot to check my watch

They grabbed me by the balls and threw me in a cell
I didnt have a clue that it would fit so well

A nice and comfy bed, yeah you heard what I said
slippers made of velvet like in a fancy hotel
bars made of gold and private strip shows
prisons made in Sweden let the champagne flow

They grabbed me by the balls, and lay me down to rest
and when I woke up in the night there's and asian mistress
They grabbed me by the balls and threw me in a cell
I didnt have a clue that it would fit so well

Cocain and a bottle of JJJJack-
In the name of the lord... you gotta love it!
Cocain and crack and JJJJack
a prison cell provided by the lord

Under surveilance, I do my thing
I tumble and roll, like the Swedish king

They grabbed me by the balls and threw me in a cell
I didnt have a clue that it would fit so well
They grabbed me by the balls and lay me down to rest
and when I woke up in the night there's and asian mistress

Cocain and a bottle of JJJJack-
In the name of the lord... you gotta love it!
Cocain and crack and JJJJack
a prison cell provided by the lord

And now they tell me I gotta leave,
I gotta leave my cell and walk the streets
What about the women, what about the wine,
Please don't just take away my glamourous life

I miss my private show, I miss the good champagne
I miss my private cell, cause it fit so well
I use to drop the soap, they ue to hang it in
I did'nt mind at all, I knew that I would win.

They grabbed me by the balls and threw me in a cell
I didnt have a clue that it would fit so well
They grabbed me by the balls and lay me down to rest
and when I woke up in the night there's and asian mistress

Cocain and a bottle of JJJJack-
In the name of the lord... you gotta love it!
Cocain and crack and JJJJack
a prison cell provided by the lord


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02. Metal Mosh Massacre

Hippies in dreadlocks, goth chicks in black
Pot heads and junkies, surfers and drags
drama queens, backpackers and college hunks
you're all gonna suffer the terror to come

Fear the thrash assault coming in your way
prepare to meet my fist, it's mad as hell today
We'll hang you live on stage, with a rusty string
get ready to fucking mosh, cause metal is king
a giant fucking frying pan will smash you to the floor
prom queens dipped in gasoline will be burning to the core

Chorus:
Shout it out, Shout it out loud: metal's here to stay
Cause Terror's coming your way
Play it loud, play it out loud: we don't care what you say
We'll give you pleasure and pain

A river of blood is running wild, we puke on the rules to obey
adrenaline is pumping in your veins, the crowd is going insane
windmills made of razorblades will be cutting your head in half
cannons loaded with blood and guts will be fired by our drumtech Ralph
This show will go to history a mark upon the earth
The arrival of the devil will show you the urge

Chorus:
Shout it out, Shout it out loud: metal's here to stay
Cause Terror's coming your way
Play it loud, play it out loud: we don't care what you say
We'll give you pleasure and pain

Hippies in dreadlocks, goth chicks in black
Pot heads and junkies, surfers and drags
drama queens, backpackers and college hunks
you're all gonna suffer the terror to come

Fear the thrash assault coming in your way
prepare to meet my fist, it's mad as hell today
We'll hang you live on stage, with a rusty string
get ready to fucking mosh, cause metal is king

Chorus:
Shout it out, Shout it out loud: metal's here to stay
Cause Terror's coming your way
Play it loud, play it out loud: we don't care what you say
We'll give you pleasure and pain


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03. Cheap Thrills

Cry, baby now your death is yet to come
cheap thrills and leather whips will treat you till i'm done
moan and cry, don't deny, i'll satisfy, till you die (X2)
Come on and smell my boots, cause there's no way you can loose
the taste of blood is sweet, just push play and then repeat
I like it loud, I like it loud, i'll sink you with my pink torpedo
I'll be good, it's understood, on the hood, I know you would
moan and cry, don't deny, i'll satisfy, till you die

Eat my johnsson make it bleed
(Come on and make my day)
spread your legs and just receive
(I wanna hear you say)
there's no way you can be more pleased
(My generosity)
seven seas of deadly seed

Snack: You ain't a bad girl honey no matter what the neighbours say
its just you wear those skintight dresses with your g-string tuned to a...
I know you want it, well come and get it...
i'll boil you up and break you down...

Knockout - you're such a sticky sweet
Knockout - now smell my stinky feet
Blackout - What is my age again?
Knockout - a gift from heaven sent

moan and cry, don't deny, I'll satisfy, till you die (X2)
I'll be good, it's understood, on the hood, I know you would

Eat my johnsson make it bleed
(Come on and make my day)
spread your legs and just receive
(I wanna hear you say)
there's no way you can be more pleased
(My generosity)
seven seas of deadly seed

Come on baby let's get it right...
I'll guide you through the doors of hell...
welcome to my little dungeon of pleasures...
You scratch my back and i'll scratch yours...
Muhahahaha! Let's bring it on!!!


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04. King Kong Song

Eat my breakfast, drop the kids off
that's how my daily life starts
on the highway till it's payday
I have a meeting with the boss
He has a wicked leg, he has a wicked leg
he likes to kick me in the ass till it turns red
I hate my job, I hate it all
I wanna be a million dollar fucking rockstar
Why?!
-won't you get me a gig before I die...

I will write you a song
Just as heavy as King Kong
While I'm smoking me bong bong

I wanna be a hunk with a metal guitar
cause people tell me I could go pretty far
I need some kicks and some Kerry King licks
and get the chicks by the bar

Now it's lunchtime, cut the barbwire
I'm going to the deli and get myself a wrap
life is crazy, this job makes me
a suicidal freak feeling like crap
Why?!
-won't you get me a gig before I die...

I will write you a song song
cause I know how to pling plong
-just like playing the ping pong

I wanna be a hunk with a metal guitar
cause people tell me I could go pretty far
I need some kicks and some Kerry King licks
and get the chicks by the bar

I'll be getting the chi...chicks by the bar
I'll be showing them my tri...tricks on guitar
They'll be blowing me bli...blind in my car
I'll be throwing my sui...suit on the yard
I'll be hitting my bo...boss really hard
I'll be getting a bo... bo... bodyguard

Eat my breakfast, drop the kids off
that's how my daily life starts
on the highway till it's payday
I have a meeting with the boss
Why?!
-won't you get me a gig before I die...

I will force you to sing sing
I will give you a ring ring
and you give me song bling bling

I'll be getting the chi...chicks by the bar
I'll be showing them my tri...tricks on guitar
They'll be blowing me bli...blind in my car
I'll be throwing my sui...suit on the yard
I'll be hitting my bo...boss really hard
I'll be getting a bo... bo... bodyguard


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05. Wrath Of The Cookie Monster

Im a cocky little kid with a metal band
i'd like to be a star, I got my hair dyed black
and I just got a brand new guitar.

I stole some riffs from a CD today, I think it was At The Gates
I blend it up with my personal tastes, my friends get totally amazed

Chunky riffs and some cookie monster vox will be enough to get us signed
Sony music is looking for a band, dude I think we got a plan
In Flames and Soilwork have just sold out
and one of those singers is going bald
My time has come, im gonna be a shooting star

so dont step in my way
my rules must be obeyed

I stole some riffs from a CD today, I think it was At The Gates
I blend it up with my personal tastes, my friends get totally amazed
Our sound is just totally now, such a gift to the world
my piercing looks nice in the corner of my mouth
i got it from a hot topic girl

Im really such a sensative guy
im scared those macho riffs will fuck up my style
so please take a look at me, I want to look so mean
im ready to take on the world and all my friends they agree

I stole some riffs from a CD today, I think it was At The Gates
I blend it up with my personal tastes, my friends get totally amazed
Our sound is just totally now, such a gift to the world
my piercing looks nice in the corner of my mouth
i got it from a hot topic girl

So dont step in my way
my rules must be obeyed


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06. Satans Barbecue

Welcome to my hellhole, it's time to pay the price
meet the evil master he will treat you so nice
He'll put you in a cookie jar filled with blood and cream
and shake it for some time till you're sticky and sweet

then he'll put you on the barby, you're juicy and fine
inviting people to the party, all of them are going blind
Jeffrey Dahmer and Ted Bundy,
George Foreman and the clown
Mr.Foreman by the barby, Mr.Bundy by the pool,
so don't you make a sound

Come and join, tenderloin, come and join the barbeque
Let's grill and kill on satan's avenue
Come and join, tenderloin, come and join the barbeque
Let's grill and kill at satan's barbeque
Satan's barbeque!!!

Satan's going crazy, twisting by the pool
Dahmer's sipping cocktail's while looking through his tools
Mr.Bundy's filling up the beer bong, Mr.Foreman's flipping steaks
they're having such a blast cause everybody knows what it takes

Satan's bringing out the mustard, it's spicy and sweet
everybody wants some ketchup and some salad with the meet
the poor dude on the barby, is getting in the mood
everybody's screaming: Food, food, food, food, food!!!

Food is on the table, Foreman's slicing up the steak
There's nothing like a party as hungry hell awakes

Come and join, tenderloin, come and join the barbeque
Let's grill and kill on satan's avenue
Come and join, tenderloin, come and join the barbeque
Let's grill and kill at satan's barbeque
Satan's barbeque!!!

Get in the mood!!! At Satan's barbeque!!!


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07. Flesh Fever Fiesta

Got a little secret and a one man show
I think I'll never get burned
I'm going mental as the weekend hits in
I wanna see your blood flow
Coming up from behind on the street
I choke you with a plastic bag
I put you in the trunk of my yellow Renault
I cannot wait to see you bleed

In the woods I have a barn where I can make you weep and crawl
let me have a look at you and see if you can get me through
trick or treat, trick or treat you will meet your destiny

I have a fetish and it's nothing for you
I'll pick you up on a rendevous
I'd like some candy and spanish wine
and human flesh on the side
at my fiesta we will have a blast
I'll hook you up and I'll make it fast
cause I am evil, I am your death
Flesh and candy till you make your last breath

In the woods I have a barn where I can make you weep and crawl
let me have a look at you and see if you can get me through
trick or treat, trick or treat you will meet your destiny

I like to hear you scream, I love the melody
I'd like to choke you with some chocolate ice cream
I like to see you crawl, I like to have a ball
I'd like to hit your face with a fucking baseball (X2)

Got a little secret and a one man show
I think I'll never get burned
I'm going mental as the weekend hits in
I wanna see your blood flow
Coming up from behind on the street
I choke you with a plastic bag
I put you in the trunk of my yellow Renault
I cannot wait to see you bleed

Two gallons of blood, three gallons of cream
five gallons of hate, I think you know what I mean...
Two inches of blood, three inches of cream
five inches of hate, I think you know the deal...

Gimme some!! Gimme some!! Gimme some!! I like to hear you scream, I love the melody
I'd like to choke you with some chocolate ice cream
I like to see you crawl, I like to have a ball
I'd like to hit your face with a fucking baseball (X2)


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08. Liquor Saved Me From Sports

Jim Beam, my best friend, picks me up in his truck
in the back seat, JD, my brother in law
My german penpal Helmut Jagermeister
sends me small bottles of liquor in the mail

I know I choosed the right path
so I did the math
The call will be answered
I will grow up to be a romancer

Hockey is for sissys, football for nerds
bowling for grandma and her domesticated birds
Jeff, Bobby, Matt, those fotboll assholes
I slam the door in their faces, they will only see my laces...

Chorus:
Liquor saved me from sports
I'd rather sit by the pool in my sperm-stained shorts
and get fucked up...

I want to be addicted, subjected to the booze
I'd like to wake up in the morning and feel my oze
My bitch tells me she wished I would never been born
She sits at ome and mourns

Chorus:
Liquor saved me from sports
I'd rather sit by the pool in my sperm-stained shorts
and get fucked up...

Baseball for machos
La Crosse for the queer
Tap dance for grandpa
and his conservative peers
I may have vomit on my clothes,
but I still know how to break some bones

Chorus:
Liquor saved me from sports
I'd rather sit by the pool in my sperm-stained shorts
and get fucked up...

Bottoms up, buckle up!!! (X2)
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09. Fed Up Anthem

Fed up with the lifestyle, fed up with the lies
fed up with the money and the feminist wives
I just can't take it anymore
Fed up with the bling bling, fed up with the bills
fed up with the glamour and the prozac pills
I just can't face it anymore

Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalala
cause you don't understand a thing
Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalala
cause you don't understand a thing

Fed up with the hollow, fed up with the cold
Fed up with the preppies and the sausage rolls
I just can't face it anymore
Fed up with the taxes, fed up with the wine
fed up with the wannabes standing in line
I just can't take it anymore

Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalala
cause you don't understand a thing
Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalala
cause you don't understand a thing

You're such a hypocrite with diamond rings,
Now look at that smile of yours...
Are you happy now you precious fuck...

Now give it away, before it steals the day
give it away, before you cannot take it
Now give it away before it steals the day
Give it away, give it away

Fed up with the freakshow, fed up with the cheese
Fed up with the bitches getting down on their knees
I just can't take it anymore
fed up with the radio, fed up with the swedes
fed up with the sellouts and the colour TV
I just can't face it anymore...

Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalala
cause you don't understand a thing
Let me hear you fucking sing:
lalalalalala
cause you don't understand a thing

Now give it away, before it steals the day
give it away, before you cannot take it
Now give it away before it steals the day
Give it away, give it away (X2)


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10. Mummy Metal For The Masses

My daddy bought me a car
He'd never think I would go this far
Racing down through the city
in my Mercedes Cabriolet
like a singing richochet
I head for the beach
as the wig is flowing in the breeze
Ruth is feeding me with cheese

Yes I'm a fake, but don't you tell anyone
I'm a singer in a rock n roll band
and we're so goddamn great

My band is on top of the world
that's what people think
and yeah that's the goddamn truth
and my wife's name is Ruth
My rock n roll age is twenty
but the fact is I'm plenty
I will never give up my fame
but people say I'm so fucking lame

We woke up the pharaos, we played by the Nile
Mummy metal for the masses
Tutancamon went wild, Cleopatra she smiled
First aid for the masses

Yes I'm a fake, but don't you tell anyone
I'm a singer in a rock n roll band
and we're so goddamn great

On the weekends I play golf
with my dear friend Dr.Rolf
He's the one who fixed my face
cause I don;t wanna look like a basket case
People do not know I'm a fake
that could be more than they could take
I'm wearing makeup to look so good
the bandana keeps the wig in place

We woke up the pharaos, we played by the Nile
Mummy metal for the masses
Tutancamon went wild, Cleopatra she smiled
First aid for the masses


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11. Stattena T[h]rash

Uppför backen, ifrån stan
in på Hemköp, flera ganger om dan
slåss med tanter I den langa kassakön
och Johnny Biff som precis har fått sin lön
utanför S.A.T.S där luktar det bränt
Broilers som glöder, dorren star pa glänt
Rottweiler, blondiner, och kick and box
Spinning, apelsiner och Klas I ott par Cox
Pfizer stinker, Zoega's luktar gott
helgen kommer med nattklubbar och shots
Johnny och Lisa dom staller till med fest
alkolask, gin tonic är det dom gillar bast

Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?
Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?

nu är det sommar med Rix hela dan
resa till mallis med sprit och bad
Säsongen är över och HIP fick dang
förlusterna svider när vi sjunger var refräng

Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?
Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?

Vi har vart hem I Helsingborg
vi tror vi rockar fett, trots vår sorg
vårt storstadskomplex utan identitet
bleknar så fort I största hemlighet

Vi tror vi är så jävla bra
vi jobbar 7-4 och vill bara hem
vi vill faktiskt bara dra
for det regnar hela tiden och vart Hif far däng

Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?
Stattena trash
vem gillar HIF?

Vi har vart hem I Helsingborg
vi tror vi rockar fett, trots vår sorg
vart storstadskomplex utan identitet
bleknar så fort I största hemlighet (X2)


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12. Bloody Blues Blaster

Instrumental...

plus some screams, animal noises and donald duck on crack.


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13. Dishwasher Demon

lyrics coming soon
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