Go Down With Style

by The Barbecuties

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Recorded at White Castle Rehearsal Palace, MIL-City, in June and November 2014
Produced, mixed and mastered by Nick in December 2014
Artwork and layout by Sid
All music and lyrics by The Barbecuties

Monster Zero Records 2015

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released April 1, 2015

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The Barbecuties Mannheim, Germany

The Barbecuties are:

Rod - vocals, guitar
Sid - vocals, bass
Zap - guitar
Han - drums, vocals

We have released five albums:
Planet Of The Babes (2002),
Showdown d'Amour (2005),
Promnight Heartbreak (2007)
Scared The Shit Out Of Me (Bubblegum Attack Records, 2009),
Go Down With Style (Monster Zero Records, 2015)

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Track Name: Breaking me (and up with you)
BREAKING ME (AND UP WITH YOU)

I should have known why you gave me these pills and the liquor
when I told you I was having the blues.
I should have known this parachute was a knapsack
when you said “follow me to the top of the roof”.

And when I took you out to dinner, while I was planning to
propose, you tainted my drink with an overdose.

I downed it all at one gulp, ended up in the ambulance.
They deemed a suicide story.
The next ten years I vegged out in a white-walled cell.
The nuthouse had no mercy on me.

They medicated me with Prozac to cure my
mental mess, but in my memory it was always us.

'Cause you and I, I thought it was alright,
a million times. You made my life the worst,
but you didn´t say one word.
Now I'm here to break up with you first. Yeah, I break up first!

When I came out we started dating again,
you fell in love, but didn`t know I had my master plan.
Maliciously I kicked you down the elevator shaft.
Payback`s a bitch, I had my sweet revenge.

And when the paramedics found you almost dead with a smashed face, they said “This psycho must be locked up safe.”

'Cause you and I, I thought it was alright,
a million times. You made my life the worst,
but you didn´t say one word.
Now I'm here to break up with you first.
Yeah, I broke up first.
Track Name: I want your love, you want my beer
I WANT YOUR LOVE, YOU WANT MY BEER

I can see clearly now, but not clear enough.
You only want my beer, but I want your love.
Let me tell you one thing girl: you’re damn cute when you’re drunk
and with your Travoltas shirt you look like you’re a punk.

And the best thing about you is...
What do you mean you have to take a piss?
Please don’t go, don’t leave me alone with my beer.

I’m sitting here all alone at the bar wasting time,
wasting money, wasting braincells, wasting me.
Waiting for you to come back to me, talk to me endlessly,
walk with me under the stars, still waiting for you.

For you I would do anything. It’s true, I will stick to you like glue.
The sun will always shine, ‘cause you’re the one.
Together we’ll have so much fun, yeah, you’re the girl for me
and you can stop my life from being a catastrophe.

I can see clearer now, now that you are back.
You don’t remember me, I‘m close to a heart attack.
I really should have realized being drunk maximizes forgetting.
And the beer you spill on me can’t compete with the tears I’m shedding.

Now you’re off to the next bar.
I’m really wondering if you’ll get that far
and all that I get is another beer.

Still sitting here all alone at the bar wasting time,
wasting money, wasting braincells, wasting me.
Waiting for you to come back to me, talk to me endlessly,
walk with me under the stars, still waiting for you.
Track Name: I wanna be into metalcore
I WANNA BE INTO METALCORE

I wanna be into Metalcore
'cause I met this chalk-faced girl who said my life was such a bore and playing poppunk was for nerds
wearing stupid Green Day shirts.
So I can`t stay a BBQT anymore.

I wanna dress like a crimson ghost.
Get heavy metal rich from playing sold-out teenie shows.
On stage I‘d act like Belphegor,
at home I’m slimy son-in-law.
I don`t wanna drink and puke and fight anymore.

My friends call me retarded, but this shit don’t bother me.
Her pitchblack aura is the place to be.

Christianised, mascara-eyed, moshpit fights, sellout galore.
She and her Metalcore friends act like knowing how to rock.

But when we were making out on her bed,
I saw this black book on the floor
showing a cross drawn in the wrong way.
So I asked her what it was for.
In the blink of an eye she said
„We cannot deny our faith in the almighty god, the lord.“
That stupid whore.

Christianised, mascara-eyed, moshpit fights, sell-out galore.
She and her Metalcore friends don`t, they don`t know how to rock.
Oh no. Oh no.
Track Name: A lonely boy's dream
A LONELY BOY’S DREAM

I saw her walking down the street.
A perfect girl from head to feet.
I thought she was the one for me.

Shiny eyes, beautiful smile.
Yeah, please stay with me all my life.
Hand in hand, ten thousand miles.

Now I wonder if she was as real as the curtain
that falls down after the show.
Or was she just a lonely boy’s dream?

Will she ever realize I’m there?
Will she ever be the one who cares?
I need her love like the sun up above,
but probably she’ll never fall in love with me.

Shiny eyes, beautiful smile.
Yeah, please stay with me all my life.
Hand in hand, ten thousand miles.

Now I wonder if she was as real as the curtain
that falls down after the show.
Or was she just a lonely boy’s dream?
Track Name: Wide awake with you
WIDE AWAKE WITH YOU

Face, you`ve got a beautiful face.
And within time and space the most amazing place
is definitely the one right by your side, no matter if it`s day or night.

But wait, I just want you to stay.
Instead you walk away with nothing left to say.
Oh yeah, no matter what you say or do,
I just want to lie wide awake with you.

Oh, I´m a bozo and you hate that, cause you`re oh so educated.
And I guess I`ll never make it up to you.
I wish this nightmare was not true.

When I`m close to you you tell me “Get lost, jerk. Make way.
I never ever want us to be seen.
I´d rather take those emo dudes with whom I can get laid.
So stay the fucking fuck away from me.”

But wait, I just want you to stay.
Instead you walk away with nothing left to say.
Oh yeah, no matter what you say or do,
I just want to lie wide awake with you.

Oh, I´m a bozo and you hate that, cause you`re oh so educated.
And I guess I`ll never make it up to you.
I wish this nightmare was not true.
Track Name: Summer vacation
SUMMER VACATION

Summer vacation 1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.

It’s summer vacation and you know: summer means fun.
So I stroll downtown chewing bubblegum.
I go to the diner to buy a cherry coke.
Look there, it’s Will DeNiro, he’s such a joke.

I go to the jukebox and put on Jan & Dean
and have a burger with my babe Mary Jean.
She says: “Hey Jimmy, you’re the coolest guy
and you know, this DeNiro rat has got to die”.

Hey baby you’re so goddamn right.
The Zatopeks are gonna die tonite.
The Vipers are gonna show ‘em who’s number one
and the only gang in town.

I grab the keys to my Chevy 55
Cruisin with my baby by my side.
The Vipers are ready to stand their ground tonight.
Hey Zatopeks, you better run for your pathetic lives.

The Zatopeks are waiting at Deadman’s Curve.
Stupid grin, man they’ve got nerves.
The Grim Reaper already plays his song
and it goes something like this.

We kick Sebby’s ass into outer space
and smash a bottle in Spider’s face, oh yeah.
And Pete is screaming like a girl.
The Giant gets beaten up by Mary Jean.
Oh man, she’s tough, we’re one hell of a team, oh yeah.
And Will is drawing his final breath. That’s how I like my

summer vacation 8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1
Track Name: Paris, France
PARIS, FRANCE

Il me parais comme des années, depuis tu es partie.
Tu me disais à bientôt. Destination: Paris.
Mais je n`ai pas su, j`ai su rien
du fait que tu es maintenant une lesbienne.

C´était le début de mon tour.
Je te suivrais à la cité de l`amour.
J`espère que ta petite amie resemble à Carla Bruni.
Sinon, il n`y a pas de raison de me traiter comme un con.
Je n`ai pas envie de m`imaginer que tu n`es plus avec moi!
Track Name: She's from Cologne
SHE’S FROM COLOGNE

She’s from Cologne,
which doesn’t mean she works for Viva TV.
No she actually seems pretty smart to me,
she’s from Cologne.

She’s from Cologne,
which doesn’t mean that she’s a real hot lesbian.
No, she’s more like your average girlfriend,
she’s from Cologne.

Oh Cologne, Colonia.
I wouldn’t be surprised if you invented the wonderbra.
Who wants to be Germany’s next superstar?

She’s from Cologne,
which doesn’t mean that she smells oh so sweet and nice.
No, she’s really not exactly paradise,
but she’s from Cologne.
Track Name: Kickstart my heart
KICKSTART MY HEART

It`s been way too long, since I’m feeling down.
Time to get things fixed. The rollercoaster’s back in town.
I`ve got my sidekicks here with me and we`re grooving to that sound.
Yeah, well, whatever, I´m shitfaced, gimme that moshpit crown.
But there`s one thing I’ve come for most.
It`s you my pogo queen and so
my heart keeps bumpin’, I don`t have the guts to say.

Kickstart my heart,
before you or the liquor make me fall apart.

No shame in my game. Keep on stompin' ground. D.E.A.D.R.A.M.O.N.E.S. are back in town.
Pass me another beer, then I will fuck things up and get kicked out. That’s what I call business. That’s what it`s all about,
but there`s one thing I’ve come for most:
it`s you my pogo queen and so
my heart keeps bumpin’, I don`t have the guts to say.

Kickstart my heart.

Make all my systems go before they fall apart.
Honey, please dropkickstart my heart.
Track Name: Over you
OVER YOU

I’m over you, and I’m fuckin’ sure as hell glad it’s over now.
I really don’t need you around, I’m over you.

I’m over you, but I’m still not so sure what it really means.
You’re still haunting all my dreams, I’m over you.

Being over you is the least that I can do
cuz you left me here, crying in my beer,
yeah crying over you. I’m over you.

I’m so much better off without all the annoying stuff
like making out in the mosh pit,
going hand in hand, singing Weezer’s greatest hits.

You crashed into my life like a pink jumbo jet.
Now my heart’s Ground Zero and not re-built yet.

I’m over you, yeah guess where I moved a couple days ago.
Now I live upstairs, you know I’m so over you.

Being over you is the least that I can do
cuz you left me here, crying in my beer,
yeah crying over you. I’m over you.
Track Name: Social Failure Manifesto
SOCIAL FAILURE MANIFESTO

Too many punks become a doctor,
a music studio instructor,
or teach kids not to use the F-word
and, thus, betray the anarchy.

So if you know a guy like that, boycott his band and kick his ass.
'Cause cheating on punkrock ain`t just a delinquency.
Oh no. It is a crime against the whole humanity.
Track Name: Coconut girl
COCONUT GIRL

I met this girl on a moonlit night
on the white sandy beach of Hawaii.
She had a surfboard under her right arm.
Yeah I was hit hard by her charm.

She wore a mini skirt made out of bast
and a coconut bra around her chest.
She smiled at me and she took my hand
and we sat down in the Hawaiian sand.

She took her ukulele and played “Pili Me Ka’u”.
I didn’t understand a single word, it’s true.

Coconut girl with your coconut bra.
You’re a hula hoola-hoop Hawaiian superstar.
You’re so much sweeter than Piña Colada.

Coco coconut girl.

She took her ukulele and played “Pili Me Ka’u”.
I didn’t understand a single word, it’s true.

Coconut girl with your coconut bra.
You’re a hula hoola-hoop Hawaiian superstar.
You’re so much sweeter than Piña Colada.
Coconut girl you look so fine.
One day I’m gonna make you mine.
Let me be your honeymelon guy.
Coconut girl.
Track Name: Helluva... whatever
HELLUVA...WHATEVER

I don`t give a shit 'bout football and your wacko fitness stuff.
I can`t even play guitar. I’ve got no talent sent from up above.
I just ain’t into literature, don`t even wanna fall in love.
Call me nerd, call me jerk, or just call me.

People always make fun of my bozo short attention span.
But when it comes to Kräuterschnapps, hey, I might be your man.
I´ll never walk the line and I’m a boring herbivore. Goddamn.
Call me nerd, call me jerk, or just call me.

In my dreams I’m Tommy “Long John” Lee.
And playboy girls would never cheat on me.
Well, in fact I know I suck.
I am a useless fuck.
I don`t care 'bout you and I am not even punkrock.

So, I’m helluva...whatever you say.
You make me coming out. There`s no doubt.

I ain’t got cool tattoos or big flesh tunnels in my ears,
'cause I don’t need no extra holes besides the one that`s in my rear. By the way, I don`t like high school sluts that dress like Britney Spears.
Call me nerd, call me jerk, or just call me.

I get lost whenever trouble seems to cross my way.
So, I’m helluva... hey

So, I’m helluva...whatever you say.