Song Length |
1:30 |
Genre |
Rock - Punk |
Tempo |
Fast (151 - 170) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Frenetic, Infuriated |
Subject |
Gambling, Sleeping Pills |
Similar Artists |
Dead Kennedys, The Sex Pistols |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The Hari-Kari cat fanatic sometime smokers
Are really poets even though they think they're jokers
The Mohawk sporting ho-bag courting slam dance posers
Are giving living prepossessing dressers seizures
And keeping fake and slappy-happy ho-bags queeving
Nothing, Nothing is Sacred
Nothing, Nothing is Sacred
No mistake
Nothing is Sacred
Nothing Sacred Anymore
The Gothic music makes you lose it to cool sin
The paunchy farty lusty busty way fools win
Sinister ministers administer faster
To fluffy fucking lucky flesh flute sucking
Nightclub
Buffies!
Nothing, Nothing is Sacred
Nothing, Nothing is Sacred
No mistake
Nothing is Sacred
Nothing Sacred Anymore
(BASS SOLO)
Nothing, Nothing is Sacred
Nothing, Nothing is Sacred
No mistake
Nothing is Sacred
Nothing Sacred Anymore
The Gold-chain wearing limo riding bighaired cokeheads
Will wine and dine you till you find your broke or dead.
The Bible-thumping cousin humping Jesus salesmen
Will say we're wrong and ban this song when their Church fails them.
Nothing, Nothing is Sacred
Nothing, Nothing is Sacred
No mistake
Nothing is Sacred
Nothing Sacred Anymore