Buzzard - Doom Folk - 08 Death Metal in America

Death Metal in America I see a new death metal band In the home of the brave. A hyperactive drummer Hungover from the grave Hits a double kick, A cymbal crash, a floor tom. In comes the guitar With a harmonic dive bomb. Distorted bass Lays down a groove. Fists pumping in the pit, Hungry masses move. The bowel-churning vocalist Growling at the hordes Says, “Thanks for coming guys!” Ripping up his vocal cords. Misanthropic anthems Stirring up the nation, Nefarious consumption, Infernal devastation, Malevolence and mayhem In the land of the free, Trucker-hatted hipsters Throw the horns ironically. Americana connoisseurs Turn up their nose. College kids disdain The average working Joes. The lifers and the locals Drink Jägermeister shots And wage unholy battle At seven billion watts. Hail… Death metal comes to America. Mortuary t-shirts, Apocalyptic swag, Illegibly a logo Creeps across a flag. Critics from the underground They enjoy the show Standing there with folded arms Against the status quo Of religion, war, gore Bloody gore and destruction. Vegetarians discuss Cattle Decapitation. Hail, death metal girls, You can get ahead In a scene that won’t discriminate As long as you can shred. Hail… Death metal comes to America. Hail the angry armies Of Main Street USA. Embrace the coming Horror, chaos, and decay Of city versus town, Left versus Right. “Thanks for coming, guys,” Says the band in black, Waving goodnight.