Order the CD, download, or stream the full album, Sons of Midwestern Darkness, here: Directed by The Twyford-Rigleys of Part Time Hooligan () Cinematographer: Stephanie Twyford-Rigley Producer: Ryan Twyford-Rigley Editor: Stephanie Twyford-Rigley Color Correction: Tyler Byrnes of Polygraphic Productions Cast: Lance the King of Black Metal as Himself Matthias Backwards as Himself La Sinistra as Herself Scott Johnson as Sweatpants Guy 1st guitar solo by Lance King of Black Metal 2nd guitar solo by Mike “Mykus“ Hickey from Venom! Guest bass by Happy Chichester LYRICS Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- weak songs of gore played by guys in sweatpants Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- You’re dead, so fuck off! It started in Florida or so I was told 30 seconds in, it already sounds old There’s scary Glen Benton, inverted cross on his face If you ask me, he should be working at Subway Glen, don’t you take it so hard You would excel in the sandwich arts Leave out the mayo for Satan! Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- weak songs of gore played by dudes in sweatpants Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- You’re dead, so fuck off! Some pussy plays blast beats with club feet I only listen to help me fall asleep George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher belongs on a farm Set out to pasture along with Chris Barnes Perhaps they should go to Sweden So far away I can’t hear them They could be Entombed for real I remember a time when death metal was the rage But that time is over! Pleeease get off the stage!!! And step away from the pizza That is just for the bands on the bill But here’s a couple drink tickets. You’ll need them! Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- weak songs of gore played by guys in sweatpants Death to Death Metal, Death to Death Metal- You’re dead, so fuck off!
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