Songtext zu 'Door Gunner' von Holocaust

One, two (one, two), stranger at the door
One, two (one, two)
Alcatraz, some kind of maniac
A pyromaniac, 'Door Gunner'

[Chorus x2: Holocaust]
'Midnight Rambler'
Icy night, Jack the Ripper knife handle
A 'Purple Rose from Cairo'
They hurt your nose, blood, but why though?
The 'Killer Moth', a moth that bites you and you fucking die
You cant stand to hurt me my gun filthy blaze
You cant beg for mercy for none will be saved

[Holocaust]
I seen the look in some of your eyes you have been wounded
Hurting worst of all disappointed, assassin union
Perhaps someone betrayed your trust, their blade of rust
Or said things that stab like daggers in your fragile heart
After dark I spark a glass like sharks
Why would a loving God do this, he laughs and remarks
Some of you have held the hands of loved ones as they passed
From this warped time and space are people gunning the place
Unmasked and blast
You were with him as he suffered, you heard him gasp for a final breath
Perhaps someone's carelessness on road put him there, it wasn't fair
You say as you shake your fist towards the sky
Couldn't he stop the madness we experience wondering why
Perhaps your last visit to the doctor brought the blues of devastating news
Procedures and options view were laid out before you like a menu
As I continue unwelcome statistics and visions of treatment and suffering dance across your mind
Like flames in a fire blind

[Chorus x2]

[The Professional]
The extortionist, Cuckoo the 'Midnight Rambler'
It ain't nothing for me to throw an ill verse at you
Smash you in your face with a brick
It'll do more than stand you
Yeah, matter-of-fact, leave you fucking laid out
The hypno rhyme Pro, I'm thin to mash out
How you gonna be the life of the party, you're passed out
I'll raise my fist, the fucking hand of Thanos
Crack you over the head with a bottle of Grey Goose
I hate you crews, hate to lose
Psychotic rhyme addict, yeah, addicted to ill beats
Watch me transform and mutate into a new species
Come and gaze and behold what I have become
And through this transformation
Run the next patient, Pro the Leader half pace
Stand on stage, fucking disappear and vanish

[Chorus x2]

[N3utron]
We soldiers stomping through the Holocaust graveyard
All is lost but a Molotov 'Braveheart'
Who came here to save the art and blow you into pieces
Slide through the sonar, roam through the creases
This infinite sufficient octane when it bottles
What the Bermuda Triangle contains to swallow ships
So I've fastered and mastered bone crushing rhyme patterns
Squeeze your fucking brains, until your eyes splatter
Size matters, you know you talking to a grown man
Do it with my own hand, Conan
Pressure 'til the vein pops
A lyricist on the block with a stainless
This is not a thought this is dangerous
And who's making changes to the playlist without consulting the sensei
I'll blast you in the chest and pour salt in your ribcage
You might as well be leeches, bitches
Sleeping with the sea creatures, bitches