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Davit Drambyan – Unlimited Dedicated to my Self 01. Intro
(2:48) 02. Stay Away
(5:23) 03.
Resurrection Song (Jesus Must Die) (4:26) 04. Ay am Armeniano (6:57)* 05. My Peniscope (3:52) 06. Psychostasia (4:32)** 07. 08. The Last
in 09. My Daimonion (6:12) 10. Paranormal Men (4:29) 11. Rauchen verboten (2:08) 12. Unlimited
13. Fuck MTV
(3:00)* 14. Killing
is my Business (7:54)*** 15. Bonus: La
Isla Bonita (4:21)*** Total playing
time – 72 min. (≙ one
virgin per minute in Paradise) All music and words are
written and arranged by D. Drambyan, except La Isla Bonita (music by P. Leonard
& B. Gaitsch, words by Madonna, adapted by D. Drambyán) There are: A textual and a musical allusion to
“Sabbath Bloody Sabbath” by Black Sabbath in Stay Away; A musical allusion to “B.Y.O.B.” by
System of a Down in Resurrection Song; A textual allusion to “Jam” by Michael
Jackson in Ay am Armeniano; A textual allusion to “Yellow Submarine”
by The Beatles in My Peniscope; A textual allusion to “No Remorse” by Metallica in Psychostasia; A textual allusion to “Killing Is My
Business… and Business Is Good” by Megadeth in Killing is my Business; A musical allusion to “Hallowed Be Thy
Name” by Iron Maiden in La Isla Bonita The song
“Killing is my Business” is dedicated to Dave Mustaine Davít Drambyán
– guitars, vocals, programming *Special
guest Stefan Schmidt – vocals **Special
guest Anton Bruno Riedel – voice ***Special
guest Hannes Beyer – bass Cover picture by
anonymous artist from unknown source Produced by Davít Drambyán 2008 DDD All
rights deserved, any authorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending,
public performance and broadcast are strictly allowed
Nota bene: The author is committed to inter-religious
tolerance, peace & understanding as
well as to the highest ideal, aesthetical & musical values. "Stay Away" (words and
music by Davít Drambyán) Got it! - One, two, three, FIRE!!! Cha, cha-cha, cha Cha, cha-cha, cha Cha, cha-cha, cha Cha, cha-cha, cha Look at these facts: Judas sold Jesus And received an amount of silver Thirty silver coins – Thirty silver coins That was set – the price of Christ Just thirty silver coins Judas sold Jesus Yet in the end Judas got insane He committed suicide And received damnation Terrible damnation For thirty silver coins Stay – from silver away, stay –
from gold away Stay – from diamonds away, stay –
from oil away Stay – from silver away, stay –
from gold away Stay – from diamonds away, stay
away poor fucker Cha, cha-cha, cha A mighty tsar of Russia Unable to rule his lands Made a deal with Americanos And sold them Alaska For seven million dollars That was set – the price of Alaska Just seven million dollars Equivalent in gold Yet in the end The Russians got no cent The ship with the gold has never
arrived And the myopic tsar was killed By terrorist attempt Stay – from silver away, stay –
from gold away Stay – from diamonds away, stay –
from oil away Stay – from silver away, stay –
from gold away Stay – from diamonds away, stay
away poor sucker [guitar solo] Black men with dark souls Playing power games Exchange treasures Africanos For American weaponries Diamonds bloody diamonds Nothing else to say More unguilty
victims Only the oil can claim Those bloody diamonds Those bloody diamonds Bloody diamonds Those bloody diamonds Those bloody diamonds Those bloody bloody
diamonds Those bloody diamonds Stay – from silver away Stay – from gold away Stay – from diamonds away Stay – from oil away Stay – from silver away Stay – from gold away Stay – from diamonds away Stay away poor fucker Stay away poor sucker Stay away poor bitch Don’t wish 2 b rich "Resurrection Song (Jesus
Must Die)" (words and music by Davít Drambyán) Why not me? Why not me? Why not
should I die today? Why not me? Why not me? Why not? I
would die today. Why not me? Why not me? Why not
should I die today? Why not me? Why not me? Why not
(why him)? I would die today. Why not me? Why not me? Why not
should I die today? Why not me? Why not me? Why not
(why him)? I would die today. He laid aside his body – in heaven
he’s alive and well. Why not me? Why not me? Why him
(why not)? - Don’t you see,
motherfucker? Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die! Why not me? Why not me? Why not
should I die today? Why not me? Why not me? Why not
(why him)? I would die today. Why not me? Why not me? Why not
should I die today? Why not me? Why not me? Why him
(why not)? I would die today. He laid aside his body – in
spirits he’s alive and well. Why not me? Why not me? Why not? - Can’t you see,
motherfucker? Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. Jesus must die In order to define the
resurrection. "Ay am Armeniano"
(words and music by Davít Drambyán,
2.4.2008) Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano Ազգային պատկանությունն
ուզած-չուզած Կապում է ժողովրդին
բոլոր մարդկանց Ժողովուրդի միջոցով մեծ աշխարիմ Կապում է ճակատագիրն
ամեն անձին Ազգային պատկանությունն
ուզած-չուզած Կապում է ժողովրդին
բոլոր մարդկանց Ժողովուրդի միջոցով մեծ աշխարիմ Կապում է ճակատագիրն
ամեն անձին Ազգային պատկանության
լավ կողմն
է դա Այդ լավ կողմը
մենք չպետք
է մոռանանք Ազգային պատկանության
բարի ուժից Մենք ստանում ենք կարևոր
իմաստ կյանքի Ազգային պատկանության
լավ կողմն
է դա Այդ լավ կողմը
մենք չպետք
է մոռանանք Ազգային պատկանության
բարի ուժից Մենք ստանում ենք կարևոր
իմաստ կյանքի [Davít:] Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano [Stefan:] JAM JAM HERE COMES THE MAN HOT DAMN THE BIG BOY STANDS MOVIN’ UP A HAND MAKIN’ FUNKY TRACKS WITH MY MAN DAVIT DRAMBYAN HE IS ARMENIANO HE IS ALIKE GITANO THAT’S THE MAN DAVE’S SO RELAXED MINGLE MINGLE
JINGLE IN THE JUNGLE BUM RUSHED THE DOOR 3’S AND 4’S IN A BUNDLE EXECUTE THE PLAN COME ON Ռասային պատկանությունն
ուզած-չուզած Մեր կաշին է գունավոր անում։ Աստված, Թե ուզում ես որ վերջին օրին փրկվենք Դու օգնիր որ
բարու կաշվի գույն
առնենք Ռասային պատկանությունն
ուզած-չուզած Մեր կաշին է գունավոր անում։ Աստված, Թե ուզում ես որ վերջին օրին փրկվենք Դու օգնիր որ
բարու կաշվի գույն
առնենք Ռասային պատկանությունն
ուզած-չուզած Մեր կաշին է գունավոր անում։ Աստված, Թե ուզում ես որ վերջին օրին փրկվենք Դու օգնիր որ
բարու կաշվի գույն
առնենք Դու օգնիր որ
բարի կաշվի
գույն առնենք Դու օգնիր [Davít:] Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano [Stefan:] BANG BANG HERE COMES THE MAN HOT DAMN THE BIG BOY STANDS MOVIN’ UP A HAND MAKIN’ FUNKY TRACKS WITH MY MAN DAVIT DRAMBYAN HE IS ARMENIANO HE IS ALIKE GITANO THAT’S THE MAN DAVE’S SO RELAXED MINGLE MINGLE
JINGLE IN THE JUNGLE BUM RUSHED THE DOOR 3’S AND 4’S IN A BUNDLE EXECUTE THE PLAN COME ON Սեռային պատկանությունն
ուզած-չուզած Բաժանում է տղամարդկանց
և կանանց Բաժանում է փղային և աղջկան Բաժանում է կտրուկ ակներևաբար Սեռային պատկանությունն
ուզած-չուզած Բաժանում է տղամարդկանց
և կանանց Բաժանում է փղային և աղջկան Բաժանում է կտրուկ ակներևաբար Նպատակ է առաջանում
մարդկանց
մոտ՝ Սեռերի ուժերն իրար միացնելով Ստեղծագործական խնդիր իրագործել Նոր կյանքեր, ժողովուրդներ,
աշխար կերտել։ Նպատակ է առաջանում
մարդկանց
մոտ՝ Սեռերի ուժերն իրար միացնելով Ստեղծագործական խնդիր իրագործել Նոր կյանքեր, ժողովուրդներ
և աշխարներ
կերտել։ [Davít:] Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano [Stefan:] HOT DAMN THE BIG BOY STANDS MOVIN’ UP A HAND MAKIN’ FUNKY TRACKS WITH MY MAN DAVIT DRAMBYAN HE IS ARMENIANO HE IS ALIKE GITANO THAT’S THE MAN DAVE’S SO RELAXED MINGLE MINGLE
JINGLE IN THE JUNGLE BUM RUSHED THE DOOR 3’S AND 4’S IN A BUNDLE EXECUTE THE PLAN COME ON, COME ON, COME ON [Davít:] Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano [Stefan:] JAM JAM HERE COMES THE MAN HOT DAMN THE BIG BOY STANDS MOVIN’ UP A HAND MAKIN’ FUNKY TRACKS WITH MY MAN DAVIT DRAMBYAN HE IS ARMENIANO HE IS ALIKE GITANO THAT’S THE MAN DAVE’S SO RELAXED MINGLE MINGLE
JINGLE IN THE JUNGLE BUM RUSHED THE DOOR 3’S AND 4’S IN A BUNDLE EXECUTE THE PLAN COME ON [guitar solo] "My Peniscope"
(words and music by Davít Drambyán) I feel safe in my yellow submarine Trees and grasses’ll
nevermore be green I believe this could be reality Human masses’re
loosing dignity I’m watchin’
at The Third World War Through the eye of My peniscope. Tell who u are, Friend or enemy? Insanity, brutality On Earth again. Tja. I believe this will be reality Human masses’ve
lost their dignity Gods have told me “Baby, nevermind, Use your scope, so you’re not
getting blind” I’m watchin’
at The Third World War Through the eye of My peniscope. Tell who u are, Friend or enemy? Insanity, brutality On Earth again. Tja. Gods have told me “Baby, nevermind, Use your scope, so you’re not
getting blind” I feel safe in my yellow submarine Trees and grasses’ll
nevermore be green I’m watchin’
at I’m watchin’
at I’m watchin’
at The Third World War Through the eye of My peniscope. Tell who u are, Friend or enemy? Insanity, brutality! I’m watchin’
at The Third World War Through the eye of My peniscope. Tell who u are, Friend or enemy? Insanity, brutality! I’m watchin’
at The Third World War Through the eye of My peniscope. Tell who u are, Friend or enemy? Insanity, brutality! I’m watchin’
at The Third World War Through the eye of My peniscope. Tell who u are, Friend or enemy? Insanity, brutality! I’m watchin’
at The Third World War – The Third World War’s Outside my door. I’m lookin’
at The Third World War – The Third World War’s Outside my home. OM, OM, "Psychostasia"
(words and music by Davít Drambyán) Nach einer göttlichen Euthanasie Erfolgt in der Regel die Psychostasie. Every act of death Is a kind of bless Life without death Would be just a mess Like a local anaesthesia Feels the successful euthanasia It purifies the innervision And leads us to psychostasia. Я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-есмь! God decides when it’s time For our last good-byes With God’s active help Come the angels of death First – successful euthanasia Second – clear innervision Third – rejoice in the life eternea Last – the daunting psychostasia. The council of Gods Shows no remorse – Show no regret Stay alive instead First – a local euthanasia Second – the total innervision Third – the external anamnesia Past – the daunting psychostasia. Я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я, я-я,
я—я, я-я,
я-я. Я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-есмь я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-есмь я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-есмь! Я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-я,
я—я (я), я-я, я-есмь! If you're meeting Ra You should cry ˇHurrah! Give Him your right hand ‘Ts time for your last stand If you once meet Ptah You should cry ˇHurrah! Show Him your left hand ‘Ts time for your last stand After a local euthanasia Comes the total innervision Then the eternal mataphysia Pass the daunting psychostasia — Я! " War, everlasting war between the Occident and the Orient. Evil demons fight each other using as the weapons hate and
blindness of men. Tremor of terrifying terror’s tearing and quaking the surface of
the Earth. Fiends of anti-I – asuras
– nasty creaturas cause the
mega-death. Terrorist attack at Heliopolice Waving with white flags no-one’s
taking risks Of confronting with the demon
Lucifer Help Sui- cide
assassinations became the deceptive mark of our time. Killings in the name of Jihad turn to be demoniac self-destructive crime. Jesus and his friend Mohammed look from the Seventh Heaven down on the
ground. Hearts, the divine hearts of both are bleeding with compassion from pitiful
wounds. Terrorist attack at Heliopolis Waving with white flags no-one’s
taking risks Of confronting with the demon Ahriman Help Heliopolice
– the protectors of the Sun! There is a third kind of evil in addition to the well-known luciferic and the ahrimanic diabolic forces – it’s the self-destructive spirit of asuras, the anti-Is. Terrorist attack (suicide attack)
at Heliopolice Waving with white flags no-one’s
taking risks Of confronting with the fiends of
anti-I Help "The Last in Si seńor viva la musica
flamenca si, si ! Muchachos, I want you To be one of those few Who’ll manage to enter the
Paradise I want you Have on no signs of beast nor The number through which he is
recognised I’m standing outside the gate of
Paradise With burning heart, open mind and
wide shut eyes I let you pass along and get
inside The number is set It’s written and said One hundred and forty-four
thousands I want you To be one of those few Who’ll manage to enter the
Paradise Let it be my sacrifice – to be the
last in Paradise Sharing the smallest corner of the
holy city in the sky It’s my sacrifice – to be the last
in Paradise You may enter before me; I can and
shall wait until the ultimate trice Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha Rum-ba-rum-ba-rum-ba Sam-ba-sam-ba-sam-ba Éstilos flamencos,
si ! [guitar solo] I want you To be one of those who Will enter the arena of justice I want you To have your soul’s weight Below of or equal to a feather Just after me will close the gate
of Paradise The Hand of the One who gave us
the light of eyes I’ll be the last to pass and get
inside So let it be My destiny is to be The one hundred and forty-four
thousandths I want you To be one of those who Will enter the arena of justice Let it be my sacrifice – to be the
last in Paradise Sharing the smallest corner of the
holy city in the sky It’s my sacrifice – to be the last
in Paradise You may enter before me; I can and
shall wait until the ultimate trice Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo I want You to be one of those few who
will Manage to enter the You have on no any signs of beast
nor the Number through which he is
recognised, I want You to be one of those who’s gonna Enter the arena of justice The first messiah On the mount of Zion Put the number into practice The last messiah On the mount of Zion Set the number forever I want You to have you heart’s weight
below of Or equal to a feather, I want you "My Daimonion"
(words and music by Davít Drambyán) There was an ancient philosopher –
Socrates was his name He gained the post-mortal esteem
and immortal fame Prior to Jesus Christ he’d been
found guilty of Crimes he had never committed nor
even thought about He was condemned to death by the
democratic session He accepted the punishment yet
rejecting the accusations Of impiety against the graceful
Greek gods He was victimized by a poisonous
cup of hemlock His Daimonion Kept him from going wrong His Daimonion Kept him from doing wrong Daimonion was what
Socrates called his inward voice Which dissuaded him from making
any bad choice, From unfavourable steps, erroneous
decisions But it never advised him to do
something specific After Socrates I trust in that
voice within Believable gods respect the human
liberty Yet they try to save our souls
from the selfish imprisonment And keep our Is away from the
spiritual graves My Daimonion Keeps me from going wrong My Daimonion Keeps me from doing wrong Warfare stems from despair Left-Hand-Path-lines are blinding
our eyes Be aware of future warfare Right-Hand-Path-lines are linking
our Is Say NO to nightmares displayed to
our eyes Now a nightmare – tomorrow warfare LHP-lines separate our Is Warfare, go back into despair! RHP-lines are unlinking our eyes RHP-lines save our
ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-Is Let your right eye watch outwards Let your left eye watch introversive Let your I in between – these are
the words Which will help us to be more
comprehensive My Daimonion Keeps me from going wrong My Daimonion Keeps me from doing wrong Warfare stems from despair Left-Hand-Path-lines are blinding
our eyes Movie-nightmares are future
warfare Shown to our eyes by LHP-guys Beware of future warfare, Righteous thinking communion of
human Is Warfare, go back into despair! Right-Hand-Path-lines are linking
our Is Now a nightmare – tomorrow warfare LHP-lines are unlinking unlinking our minds Warfare left in despair RHP-lines are unlinking unlinking our eyes Warfare left in despair RHP-lines are linking are linking
our Is Warfare left in despair RHP-lines are linking are linking
our minds "Paranormal Men" (words
and music by Davít Drambyán) Some people raise the question of
normality Whether there is such a thing in
the reality Whether we are able to define its
frame And distinguish the normal man
from an insane Now tell me you – what do you
think about me? Maybe I am gonna
influence your destiny Presenting you with songs &
texts like this one Am I not acting like a paranormal
man? All around the world, all around
the world I spread My consciousness All around the world, all around
the world Sometimes I feel like a dumb
messiah Presenting folks with spiritual
fire Yet they don’t know me and my
creations My metaphysics of a paranormal man Yeah-yeah U felt U would present her with
the whole world But she said NO or even did not
say a word U thought U would commit a suicide To make her feel sorrow for not
having right Now it’s all over – what remains
is your offering An iron, silver, golden or platinum
ring All around the world, all around
the world U spread Your consciousness All around the world, all around
the world Sometimes U feel like a dumb
messiah Experiencing a love desire Yet no one knows U and your
devotion Your metaphysics of a paranormal
man We turn around and don’t believe
the things we see The egocentric forces seem to gain
supremacy Over the interest in common mental
wealth The egotism is flying high &
hidden like a stealth What we should not do is to waste
our time The lyric’s running forward
towards its last rhyme Through meditating on the issue of
ignorance We may believe to have in heaven a
good chance Sometimes we feel like dumb
messiahs Presenting people with all we
might have Just Gods will know our contribution To the metaphysics of paranormal Sometimes I feel like a dumb
messiah Presenting folks with spiritual
fire Yet they don’t know me and my
creations My metaphysics of a paranormal man All around the world we’re spread Normal men All around the world we’re spread Normal men All around the world we’re spread Normal men All around the world, all around
the world Normal men "Rauchen
verboten" (words and music by Davít Drambyán) Angeln verboten Jagen verboten Baden verboten Zelten verboten Parken verboten Halten verboten Einfahrt verboten Ausweg verboten Photographieren (verboten) Betteln und Hausieren (verboten) Besprühen und Plakatieren (verboten) Lautes Musizieren (verboten) Spielen verboten im 6/4 Takt Sandburgenbauen am Strande untersagt Rauchen verboten Atmen verboten Leben ist nicht gestattet Denken verboten Fühlen verboten Das Weiterhören dieser CD ist nicht gestattet "Unlimited Oh yeah. All right. U told us you would create for us
a paradise But we don’t know u and we can’t
even recognize If u are human beings and not just
programmed machines Programmed by whom? Nobody knows –
probably by fiend. And don’t u realize? U ain’t civilized, Nor u believe in rescuing power of
Jesus Christ U call yourselves, your fathers
and your sons – Christians Not having anything to do with
this religion We all are fed up with your
limited-limited liberty We don’t appreciate your fucked up
politic-politics All what you do for us is just
punish-pu-punishment We have no need in such fuckin’ govern-go-government We gonna
build up our own unlimited liberty And anarchy will be the only
politic-politics There’ll be no rules, there’ll be
no punish-pu-punishment And everyone will be the head of
govern-go-government Oh yeah. All right. You love to blame those decadent
Western societies And celebrate the modest Islamist
moralities Yet by glorifying the suicidal
masochism U’re mixing up
the Holy Jihad with a terrorism Now it has to be said, - a veil’s
over your head Yet u misunderstand the words of
Prophet Mohammed U call yourselves, your fathers
and your sons – Moslems Transforming the teaching of Islam
into nonsense We all are fed up with your
limited-limited liberty We don’t appreciate your fucked up
politic-politics All what you do for us is just
punish-pu-punishment We have no need in such fuckin’ govern-go-government We gonna
build up our own unlimited liberty And anarchy will be the only
politic-politics There’ll be no rules, there’ll be
no punish-pu-punishment And everyone will be the head of
govern-go-government U carry on that
Orient-versus-Occident struggle Positioning the world under the ahrimanic hammer Placing the mankind on the luciferic anvil U’re acting in
favour of the’evidently evil And don’t u realize? The Earth is
stigmatized, - Everyone is trying to find his
blessing in disguise The only way open to us is to
remove u Replacing with some dignified and
moral rulers We all are fed up with your
limited-limited liberty We don’t appreciate your fucked up
politic-politics All what you do for us is just
punish-pu-punishment We have no need in such fuckin’ govern-go-government We gonna
build up our own unlimited liberty And anarchy will be the only
politic-politics There’ll be no rules, there’ll be
no punish-pu-punishment And everyone will be the head of
govern-go-government We all are fed up with your
limited-limited liberty We don’t appreciate your fucked up
politic-politics All what you do for us is just
punish-pu-punishment We have no need in such fuckin’ govern-go-government We gonna
build up our own unlimited liberty The Holy Hierarchy will make our
politic-politics The Holy rules without punish-pu-punishment And everyone will be the king of
govern-go-government We all are fed up with your
limited-limited liberty All what you do for us is just
punish-pu-punishment We gonna
build up our own unlimited liberty And everyone will be the king of
govern-go-government [guitar solo] "Fuck MTV" (words and
music by Davít Drambyán) Motherfuckers are tryin’ to control us, Motherfuckers keep goin’ rock&roll us, Motherfuckers wanna make us suck – We are goin’
to resist the motherfuckers! Mutherfuckers use
TV-stations To possess the minds of
populations, Motherfuckers use MTV To destroy the taste of young
generations. Do u want to protect your daughter From the Big Brother TV-slaughter? Do u want to
protect your sister? - The deeds of motherfuckers
are truly sinister. Fuck ‘em TV, fuck ‘em TV Fuck ‘em TV, fuck ‘em TV Fuck ‘em TV, fuck ‘em TV Fuck MTV Fuck empty Heads of the beautiful
star-bitches Who surround you like sieges – Locked in glamour TV-cages They exhibit their tits and young
ages (hi-hi-ha). Are u ready to protect your ass From the plotting motherfuckers? Their mean conspiracy against us Should lead them straight to Now u can do the first step On the path of cleaning the world
from them – Crank this music of mega-rap! Turn of MTV, that mega-crap! Fuck ‘em TV, fuck ‘em TV Fuck ‘em TV, fuck ‘em TV Fuck ‘em TV, fuck ‘em TV Fuck MTV Fuck MTV [guitar solo] Fuck ‘em TV, fuck ‘em TV Fuck ‘em TV, fuck ‘em TV Fuck ‘em TV, fuck ‘em TV Fuck MTV Fuck MTV Fuck MTV Fuck MTV Fuck MTV Fuck MTV Fuck MTV Fuck MTV Nobody knows how long The joints of time will be smoked Wanna listen to
some reggae music? "Killing is my Business"
(words and music by Davít Drambyán,
2007) Since I was young I love Megadeth It’s been my favourite band for so
many years This Dave Mustaine
has got my name And he’s fast on the guitar (like
me) But where are my heroes now? Got locked in a hangar I have my mass-destruction weapons
with six and seven strings I’m gonna
kill that Killing is my business and
business is good Killing is my business and
business is good Killing Is my business And business is good Now I’m a grown-up smart funky
fellow I died in Paradise, resurrected in
Hell I’ve got my name, my name’s Davít My surname’s Drambyán
(oh yeah) Still loving Megadeth
plus System of a Down I get my own back on the inhuman
music industry I’m gonna
kill that Britney Spears, let all true heroes be free Killing is my business and
business is good Killing is my business and
business is good Killing is my business and
business is good Killing is my business and
business is good I don’t kill soldiers, I don’t
kill their wives I don’t kill babes, I don’t kill 'em twice I don’t kill nurses, nor their
patients I don’t kill judges, neither their
suspect I kill all bitches on the MTV For they don’t show my favourite
bands Killing is my business and
business is good Killing is my business and
business is good Killing is my business and
business is good (aha-aha) Killing is my business and
business is good One day I’ll be a grey old man Searching for wisdom I’ll go to
Japan I’ll take a comfortable room in
Tokyo Hotel (yes!)
I’ll die in Paradise, you’ll live in Hell I’m gonna
kill all sons of bitches With sound hurricane I’ll cut their hearts and put ‘em on The altar of Mustaine Killing is my business and
business is good (aha-aha) Killing is my business and
business is good Killing is my business and
business is good (aha-aha) Killing is my business and
business is good I don’t kill soldiers, I don’t
kill their wives I don’t kill babes, I don’t kill 'em twice I don’t kill nurses, nor their
patients I don’t kill judges, neither their
suspect I kill all bitches on the MTV They have to show my favourite
bands again [guitar solo] Killing Is my business My business Killing Is my business My business (Sample: Ay-ay, ay, I am Armeniano, I am alike Gitano) Man, turn it off,
’t’s time to go into business… Nota bene: The guitars on track "Killing is my
Business" were played with original Dave Mustaine
signature pick. Mustaine threw that pick into the
audience after using it during some Megadeth gig in
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