Hyades - Hyades

We were a couple of friends covered by boils

An ugly fat drummer

And a makeshift screamer

What a nuisance

With that fucking metronome

We played thrash cover

In a terrible way

After that we’ve met just mad musicians

From the engineer to anchovy maniac

'Til we found the most blasphemous bass man

In the history of this fucking, queer, unlucky band

Who get us to do it

Up yours

The story continues

Welcome to Madame Mim

We make a shitty demo

Where he sings like a hen

My brother is too busy

Enter skeleton man

And we turn back to 1176

Big bang

From large to the small size

No bullshit, just metal or no metal, just bullshit

Bass becomes the soundtrack of a silent film

There is no way to take the right path

Who get us to do it

Up yours

D’oh, Homer goes mad

The primitives join in

Followed by the hair ball

And his dangerous breath

Now we see no deals

Neither with field glasses

We are fed up to the keister with promises

Gigs, yeah

But wallets are still empty

We are nearly pay to play

In a pothouse full of dweebs

Whyever no piece of skirt come to see our shows