Из альбома: Songs and Stories
There was a group called called Scum of the Earth
And they say they got their birth
In a basement bar on Greek Street down in Soho.
The bass man he smoked grass,
And the drummer he kicked ass,
And the lead guitar ate speed while everybody boogied.
The drummer's name was Mavis...
He was a twice convicted rapist.
They say he learned to play in a garage band in Balham.
He'd cut out your heart for a dime
And he kept lousy time,
But the rest of the band was too damned scared to tell him!
And The Scum of the Earth they just keep boogyin' on...
Higher and higher until the fire
Was burned out and gone.
And The Scum of the Earth they just keep boogyin' on.
Now the bass man's names was Spiker...
He dressed like a black jacket biker,
But underneath his leathers he wore black lace silk panties.
They say he sang his sweet love number
Directly to the drummer
While he kept his eye on the guitar player's fanny.
On lead guitar was Static...
he was a... hey... health-food fanatic.
He lived on berries and nuts and had scurvy and rickets.
He did his Yoga excercisin'
And he kept on tryin' and tryin'
'til finally he could bend all the way over and lick it!
And The Scum of the Earth they just keep boogyin' on...
Higher and higher until the fire
Was burned out and gone
And The Scum of the Earth they just keep boogyin' on.
Now one night Scum of the Earth
They was playin' for all they was worth.
Guitar screams and wails and cymbal crashes
Louder, faster and higher
'Til their electric cords caught fire,
And the whole damn band was burned to a pile of ashes.
And The Scum of the Earth they just keep boogyin' on.
Higher and higher until the fire
Was burned out and gone
And The Scum of the Earth they just keep boogyin' on.