Mutants (Shall Feast On Thine Carcass)

Mutants (Shall Feast On Thine Carcass)

Quincy Punx
(album: We´re Not Punx)

I´ve got a bomb shelter in my backyard
With a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cards
Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits
We´re having a party on the eve of the apocalypse

The Punx´ll survive the nuclear blast
Then the world will be ours at last
We´ll ransack the local armory
And get all kids of high tech weaponry
Living in the rubble of World War III
Safe in a fortified brewery
With motion detectors and claymore mines
To back our No Tresspassing signs

We´ll be tyrants and do as we please
Enslave the pitiful refugees
We´ll be a new society
The most decadent in history
With sex-slave girls on golden chains
And bloody arena combat games
Exotic grisly executions
Are weekend party institutions