| Song | Out Comes The Batz |
| Artist | Nekromantix |
| Album | Life Is A Grave & I Dig It |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gaarde, Martinez, Russel | |
| The nauseating smell of waste | |
| Contaminated by the blood | |
| Dripping for the knife | |
| Of a hatchet man | |
| A self-destructive (cruel) act | |
| In the name of a god | |
| That is used to justify a | |
| Holy battle plan | |
| It's going down now | |
| No hope for pow wow | |
| You can't expel the devil from his dwell | |
| There ain't no sanctuary safe enough | |
| No shelter built strong and tough | |
| To protect against this earthly hell | |
| Out comes the batz | |
| They're leaving their cave | |
| Soon they'll be outta sight | |
| Out comes the ratz | |
| They are leaving the ship | |
| Swimming off into the night | |
| Out comes the vultures | |
| Fleeing human discommend | |
| In this mayhem of dismay | |
| There'll be no tomorrow | |
| This is the end | |
| And tomorrow, no today | |
| A game of sick monopoly | |
| Polluted by the appetite | |
| For cash and to control | |
| A flock of sheep | |
| An atrocious quest for peace | |
| A certain route to genesis | |
| It's hard to comprehend | |
| The power of such a creep | |
| So it went with a blast | |
| No future no more past |
| zuo qu : Gaarde, Martinez, Russel | |
| The nauseating smell of waste | |
| Contaminated by the blood | |
| Dripping for the knife | |
| Of a hatchet man | |
| A selfdestructive cruel act | |
| In the name of a god | |
| That is used to justify a | |
| Holy battle plan | |
| It' s going down now | |
| No hope for pow wow | |
| You can' t expel the devil from his dwell | |
| There ain' t no sanctuary safe enough | |
| No shelter built strong and tough | |
| To protect against this earthly hell | |
| Out comes the batz | |
| They' re leaving their cave | |
| Soon they' ll be outta sight | |
| Out comes the ratz | |
| They are leaving the ship | |
| Swimming off into the night | |
| Out comes the vultures | |
| Fleeing human discommend | |
| In this mayhem of dismay | |
| There' ll be no tomorrow | |
| This is the end | |
| And tomorrow, no today | |
| A game of sick monopoly | |
| Polluted by the appetite | |
| For cash and to control | |
| A flock of sheep | |
| An atrocious quest for peace | |
| A certain route to genesis | |
| It' s hard to comprehend | |
| The power of such a creep | |
| So it went with a blast | |
| No future no more past |
| zuò qǔ : Gaarde, Martinez, Russel | |
| The nauseating smell of waste | |
| Contaminated by the blood | |
| Dripping for the knife | |
| Of a hatchet man | |
| A selfdestructive cruel act | |
| In the name of a god | |
| That is used to justify a | |
| Holy battle plan | |
| It' s going down now | |
| No hope for pow wow | |
| You can' t expel the devil from his dwell | |
| There ain' t no sanctuary safe enough | |
| No shelter built strong and tough | |
| To protect against this earthly hell | |
| Out comes the batz | |
| They' re leaving their cave | |
| Soon they' ll be outta sight | |
| Out comes the ratz | |
| They are leaving the ship | |
| Swimming off into the night | |
| Out comes the vultures | |
| Fleeing human discommend | |
| In this mayhem of dismay | |
| There' ll be no tomorrow | |
| This is the end | |
| And tomorrow, no today | |
| A game of sick monopoly | |
| Polluted by the appetite | |
| For cash and to control | |
| A flock of sheep | |
| An atrocious quest for peace | |
| A certain route to genesis | |
| It' s hard to comprehend | |
| The power of such a creep | |
| So it went with a blast | |
| No future no more past |