The band’s own name as a song, and it isn’t about a corpse — it’s a shot at the hairspray bands sharing the bill.
We don’t care what you think We’ll never change Our views clash with the norm We’ve lived in pain Always put down for what you believe Told you “you’re” wrong You’ve been put down all your life It’s been too long Rotting Corpse The time has come For things to change We’re tired of all the posers and wimps They’re all the same Too many people play it safe There’s other ways Pout on your makeup to look real nice It’s your tool You tease your hair wear high heels You’re so cool Our music’s different dirty and fast It rips your brain Thrash till death our raging noise Will drive you insane We attack your town with our rage Your body ascends Screams of fury fill the air There’s no end
← All of Demo One · All lyrics
Transcribed as written: straight off the band’s original insert sheet, misspellings and all.
