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Haw, Haw, Haw
A song about precisely nothing! The title/chorus refers to comic-book-laughter and makes and interesting combination to the, sort of, pretentious verse. Actually the whole song is a strange mutation between hard-to-the-core-metal and cute pop music. Check out Christian's stupid "jahaaa!"-sound in the intro and Joakim´s failed "Brezjnev"-scream as well as the orchestrated guitar solo.
Lyrics:
Fill my empty soul
Take away the pain or Suck out the last drop And drown it in the rain I can not feel the way you feel I can not love the way you love And you call me twisted... Haw, Haw, Haw I don’t know what I’m singing now Haw, Haw, Haw I lost the point somewhere, somehow Haw, Haw, Haw I don’t know what I’m singing now Haw, Haw, Haw Rape my common sense Feed me my tomorrow or Smoke my agony And get high on my sorrow I can not feel the way you feel I can not love the way you love And you call me twisted... Haw, Haw, Haw I don’t know what I’m singing now Haw, Haw, Haw I lost the point somewhere, somehow Haw, Haw, Haw I don’t know what I’m singing now Haw, Haw, Haw |
Album: "Spanking Hour"
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