[Lyrics by Hack Man 30% and ChatGPT 70%] [Intro – Spoken by Vern, smugly evil] This ain't no zoo. This is the pit. And we're not here to entertain. We're here to destroy. [Verse 1 – Paz’s riff tears in] Paz on six strings, hooves soaked in red, Antlers gleam while the sky rains dread. Riff like a blade, slice through your prayer, Hoof-stomp rhythm — you ain't safe anywhere. [Bass drop – Carlton rumbles in] Carlton dives deep in the filth and the funk, Basslines bubbling up like sewer-punk. Scales cold, eyes dead, still locked in the groove, Fish outta water — and he’s got something to prove. [Chorus – all together, led by Vern] Blood! Death! Piss! Satan! Noise from the swamp where the damned are awakenin’ Blood! Death! Piss! Satan! Sworn to the sludge, and the volume's breakin'! [Verse 2 – Vern snarls] Vern screams like a banshee, proud and vile, Feathers matted, ego stretching a mile. Throat full of gravel and a god complex, Flipping off angels just to see who’s next. [Bridge – chaos with Keith barely hanging on] Keith’s on drums — or he was, who can tell? Snorted a solo, then fell in a well. Cymbals crash like a car in flames, Missed the beat, but we’re playing the blame. [Spoken – Paz, annoyed] “Keith, seriously, we’re in the middle of a song.” [Spoken - Keith (from off mic):] “Hold up, hold up — I think I dropped my spleen.” [Spoken - Carlton (dryly):] “Classic.” [Chorus – even louder] Blood! Death! Piss! Satan! Played through the smoke where your dreams get shaken! Blood! Death! Piss! Satan! Screamed by a bird with no moral foundation! [Solo – Paz’s guitar rips the void] [blistering solo with wah-pedal squeals and divebombs] [Breakdown – Carlton leads the groove] The bass gets low, like sin in your bones, Funk from the pit, carved into stone. Fish never sleeps, just churns and churns, While Vern sets fire to what he never learns. [Final Verse – the whole band unhinged] Paz howls riffs from beneath the pines, Carlton’s grooves break biblical spines. Keith drums drunk with a bottle in hand, Vern just screams, “I hate this band!” [Final Chorus – All shouting, chaos unleashed] Blood! Death! Piss! Satan! We don’t need fans — we need damnation! Blood! Death! Piss! Satan! Animal fury, no salvation! [Outro – slow, dirty groove fadeout] [sounds of Keith falling over the drum kit] [Paz mutters something about needing a new drummer] [Carlton slaps one last low note] [Vern lights the mic on fire] [Spoken – Vern, smug to the end] That’s your encore. Now get the fuck out.
