01. METAL IN YOUR FACE  

Destroy what you dislike

Conquer foreign land

Ainít no place to hide

The world under your hand

 

Death and corruption

Knocking at your door

Not one fucking option

With your face down on the floor

 

They donít believe in peace

So get down to your knees

They donít believe in fun

Just make love to the gun

 

And put their

METAL - TO YOUR HEAD

METAL - TO YOUR BRAINS

METAL - IN YOUR FACE

Feel the pain

 

Smash and crack some bones

Slaughter with the sword

Cut off twisted tongues

Because of one mistaken word

 

Take the leaderís wife

Steal what is their own

Then take away their life

Their names wonít be cast in stone

 

I hear voices in my head

They make me feel real bad

I donít know who they are

Can`t stop now, gone too far

 

So I put my

METAL - TO YOUR HEAD

METAL - TO YOUR BRAINS

METAL - IN YOUR FACE

Again and again

 

Presidents and leaders

Fight like the monkeys

People like you, we despise

Itís people like us,

Who donít buy your lies

 

This will never end

We humans always want revenge

Death and corruption

Goes on and on without interruption

 

I donít believe in war

I donít believe in hate

 

So I hate even more

Hate you before it`s too late

 

So I put my

METAL - TO YOUR HEAD

METAL - TO YOUR BRAINS

METAL - IN YOUR FACE

You wonít break the chain

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice  / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice

 

02. WEīRE AN INSTITUTION

Iím weariní Black                             

Iím a rebel with a cause

Iím a terror attack

Got no respect for law

 

Find me in great constitution

Like a jet fighter

 

IíM AN INSTITUTION

I BRING SALVATION 

ACROSS THE NATION

IíM A REVOLUTION

 

You think the world is evil

But believe me we are worse

Thereís still a lot to be done

And we are sworn to fun

 

We donít believe in anything but us

Kick up a fuss

 

WEíRE AN INSTITUTION 

BRING YOU SALVATION

ACROSS THE NATION

WE ARE THE REVOLUTION

 

We are born to be mean

Because itís boring to be nice

You know Iím a mad machine

Burn me and pay the price

 

Now youíre dancing with all the dark the demons

We are the outlaws

 

WEíRE AN INSTITUTION

BRING YOU SALVATION

ACROSS THE NATION

WE ARE A REVOLUTION

 

IīM A BLACK RIDER

IīM A WAR FIGHTER

IīM A BLACK RIDER

IīM A WAR FIGHTER

IīM A BLACK RIDER

IīM A WAR FIGHTER

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice

03. RIDINí WITH THE DEVIL

Who are the creatures

That come out at night

With lightniní speed

They`re out of sight

 

They hear no evil

Fear no light

Feel nothing we feel

And they take you out tonight

 

RIDING WITH THE DEVIL

AND THE DEVIL IS RIDING ME

GRIM REAPER COMING BABE

COMING TO SET YOU FREE

 

Who are the demons

Twisting up our souls

They leave us bleeding

And turn around our world

 

Why canīt we see them

Why are we so blind

As wise as we all were

Why are we so unkind

 

RIDING WITH THE DEVIL

AND THE DEVIL IS RIDING ME

GRIM REAPER COMING BABE

COMING TO SET YOU FREE

 

Who are the creatures

Leading men to fail

Nowhere to run to

Hear the hammer on your coffin nails

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice, Lemmy Kilmister

04. TROUBLE SHOOTER

Looking for trouble

Live way too fast

Life is a struggle

You canít make it last

 

Fight your own battle

Enjoy the game

Back in the saddle

End of the pain

 

Moonlight and madness

Screaming in the elevator

 

TROUBLE SHOOTER

NO TIME FOR LOSERS

TROUBLE SHOOTER

NO TIME FOR EXCUSES

 

Spin the wheel

Playing with fate

This time itís real

Now get it before itís too late

 

No strings attached, your mind is free

No Kaffee-Klatsch for the refugee

 

I`ll die before I bend the knee

No way, don`t you mess with me

 

IíM A TROUBLE SHOOTER

NO TIME FOR LOSERS

TROUBLE SHOOTER

IíLL TRASH YOUR COMPUTER

 

This ainít no joke

My magic`s so strong

In a cloud of smoke

I make you gone

 

Too many liars make me sick

Burn in my fire, thatíll do the trick

Howling wilderness

Leave them wanting more

 

IíM A TROUBLE SHOOTER

NO TIME FOR LOSERS

TROUBLE SHOOTER

IíLL TRASH YOUR COMPUTER

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice, Lemmy Kilmister

05. HIT YOU HARDER

Are you really talking to me

Are you sure I am the one you see

I watch you speak, you`re like a clown

Nothing in your mouth, no sound

 

Meet me on the other side of town

You`re welcome to try to put me down

Was I ever fooled by fools like you

I`m gonna turn the trick on you

 

DONīT WASTE MY TIME

DONīT THINK THATīS IT

IīLL ALWAYS HIT YOU HARDER

DONīT WASTE MY TIME
DONīT SAY THATīS IT
IīLL ALWAYS KILL YOU SMARTER 

 

Just pack your bags and move away

But I`ll always find you anyway

Can`t get away with all you`ve got

We all know that you lie a lot

 

One night it`s gonna be your turn

You might be cool but I`ll see you burn

Convince the fools I got no life

You`ll be kissing my switchblade knife

 

DONīT WASTE MY TIME

DONīT THINK THATīS IT

IīLL ALWAYS HIT YOU HARDER

DONīT WASTE MY TIME
DONīT SAY THATīS IT
IīLL ALWAYS KILL YOU SMARTER 

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice, Lemmy Kilmister

 

06. WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

Well, you think youíre perfect and oh so hot

I gotta tell you, youíre not

With your shiny teeth and your big fat car

You believe youíre a superstar

Got bubbles in your brain

Or whatís left behind your eyes

You look like a dwarf out of a fairy tale

And I ain`t snow white

 

With your popcorn smile in a limousine

You polish your image of a beauty queen

 

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

IF NOBODY PLAYS YOUR GAME

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

IF EVERYONE LOOKS THE SAME

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

WHEN ALL YOU DO IS LAME

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

WHEN NOBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME

 

Itís nobodyís fault but yours, and you know it`s true

Monkey see, monkey do, itís all a part of you

Play your little cheap tricks in the press

Createín international mess

Everybody knows itís all about dough

Wherever you go

 

Youíre sticky like a leech with your hypocrite speech

So out of reach, and you donít practice what you preach

 

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

IF NOBODY PLAYS YOUR GAME

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

IF EVERYONE LOOKS THE SAME

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

WHEN YOUīRE THE ONE TO BLAME

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU

IF ALL YOU HAVE IS FAME

 

Itís hypocritical, but phenomal

They crawl around your feet

Ass kissing and dissing

Thatís how you make Ďem bleed

Let them crave for more, you know the score

Let them dance to your beat

Everybody says they love you

But love ain`t what you need

 

With your shiny smile in a limousine

You polish your style to sell your dream

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice, Wolf Hoffmann / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice, Lemmy Kilmister

07. WAR, FIRE, GUNS & BLOOD

Itís not allowed to polish nails

Neither to wear a mini skirt

Just try and end in jail

Youíre gonna eat dirt

Catch me watch a manís ass

See me kissing a man

Poke my eyes out, choke me with gas

Bury me alive in the sand

 

You canít see my face

How I fall in disgrace

 

ITíS WAR, FIRE, GUNS AND BLOOD

ARE YOU READY TO KILL

ITíS MEN, POWER, MONEY AND GOD

SWALLOW THAT PILL

 

Hello, is this 2000 something

Or are we back in the dark ages

Ask yourself which way we are going

Get up and rattle these cages

In their eyes Iím just a bloody bitch

Theyíd love to burn me like a witch

 

They canít see my face

When they take away my grace

 

ITíS WAR, FIRE, GUNS AND BLOOD

ARE YOU READY TO KILL

ITíS MEN, POWER, MONEY AND GOD

SWALLOW THAT PILL

 

How the hell did we ended up here

Gotta get outta this shit

I refuse to live with fear

Iím ready, this is it

 

Now you will see my face

How Iím gonna damn your place

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice

08. I WANNA BE ME

I  wanna be me

Donít wanna be you

Thatís the way I like it

ĎCause Iím a real big hit

 

Donít wanna be her

Donít want you to be him

We are nobody else

ĎCause weíre the total trip

 

I hate to be quiet

Donít ever gonna shut up

Itís gotta be loud

Dirty and hip

 

Gimme some brain

Címon donít be dull

Donít be so vain

Stop makiní me sick

 

I know you canít see the wood for the trees

Donít be slow, go as you please

 

I WANNA BE ME

I WANNA BE ME

 

How long do you plan to go on like this

Get rid of the things you wonít miss

 

I like it easy

I like it rough

You try to tease me

Itís gonna get tough

 

Iím happy to be

Nobody else

I just wanna be me

Just be myself

 

Music: Gerrit Meijer / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice

09. EVA BRAUN IS BACK IN TOWN 

Sheís a lousy lady

Sheís completely crazy

She donít know what she lives for

 

Sheís so fucked up

She always cracks up

Like a star from Ď44

 

But when you see her walking down the street

You canít resist, cause she looks  so real

She makes you whisper and stops every smile

And after a while you think ďwhat the hellĒ

 

EVA BRAUN IS BACK IN

EVA BRAUN IS BACK IN

EVA BROWN IS BACK IN TOWN

 

Music + Lyrics: Gerrit Meijer

 

10. I DONīT CARE

Iíve been told you set my heart on fire

Still the same womanizer

Better not mix guns and tranquilizers

Címon

 

Donít mix love with pain and fun

All the same when youíre done

Better not mix lies and information

Címon

 

Feel the power -- Power of deception

Feel the power -- Twisting your mind

Feel the power -- Power of deception

Címon, get real -- Címon, get real

 

PLAY YOUR PART - I DONíT CARE

PLAY YOUR PART - I DONíT CARE

PLAY YOUR PART - I DONíT CARE

PLAY YOUR PART - I DONíT CARE

PLAY YOUR PART

PLAY IT IF YOU DARE

 

Still think youíre the only one

Living an illusion

Better not mix facts and confusion

Címon

 

Music: Ivan Kral / Lyrics: Cindy Hudson

11. LOSER 

Sitting at home

Another plan failed

All friends are gone

Or sitting in jail

 

Heís got no money in his pockets

Has lost his job

The girlfriend left him last week

Called him a loser

 

Now heís got a plan

How to get rich

Fixing his old cargo van

Got the money itch

 

Locates the main city bank

Puts his leather gloves on

Cold sweat runs down his body

His old self has gone

 

HEAD OVER HEELS

HE SWEARS EVERYTHINGíS UNDER CONTROL

NEVER SAY DIE

HEAD OVER HEELS

HE SWEARS EVERYTHINGíS UNDER CONTROL

NEVER SAY DIE

 

Heís getting ready

Puts on a winning smile

The mindís just heady

But he tries to keep a low profile

 

This might be the road to ruin

He maybe bites the dust

Like a sheep in wolf skin

Doing what he must

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice

12. CANíT HEAR YOU (HEY HEY YOU)

You walk into a room

Everybody stares

Nobody knows you

Nobody cares

 

You try to talk to some guy

Everybody leaves

Those people here donít like you

Youíre not the one they need

 

HEY HEY YOU - I CANíT HEAR YOU SCREAM

HEY HEY YOU - LOCKED UP IN A DREAM

HEY HEY YOU - THERE IS NO GOING BACK

HEY HEY YOU - WAKE UP FROM THE DEAD

 

Now you just talk like them

Now you walk like them

Now youíre like everybody

You got no time to spend

 

Now look into the mirror

Who do you see

Is it really you

Or the person they want you to be

 

HEY HEY YOU - I CANíT HEAR YOU SCREAM

HEY HEY YOU - LOCKED UP IN A DREAM

HEY HEY YOU - THERE IS NO GOING BACK

HEY HEY YOU - WAKE UP FROM THE DEAD

 

To play this game you need to know all the rules

Donít point your finger at all these fools

Because one day this could be you

Donít ask me questions

Iíve gotta hard time to keep it really cool

I hear the whispers in their heads

 

Black clouds surround your mind

Everyone can tell

Donít know what you will find

It could be heaven or hell

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice

13. SHOOT THE RATS

Gimme that gun

Foretaste of things to come

 

Just join the fun

Justice should be seen to be done

 

All screwed up

Push it to the limit

Death warmed up

Killer spirit

 

Gather round

On religious ground

No matter how

Itís dark as the inside of the cow

 

SHOOT THE RATS

SHOOT THE RATS

How many virgins wait to get laid

The costs for your pride

Mass Mortality

 

Hand me the noose

Be my doll

Nothing to choose

Your face, my punch-ball

 

Serve me with your fear

Worship my ideal

I wanna see your tears

Your death completes my deal

 

Come together

On my playground

Shed your blood

Your death is an entertaining show

 

SHOOT THE RATS

SHOOT THE RATS

How many virgins wait to get laid

The costs for your pride

Mass Morality

 

Music: Jim Voxx, Nina C. Alice  / Lyrics: Nina C. Alice

 

Nina C. Alice: Lead + Backing Vocals

Jim Voxx: Guitar

Henning Menke: Bass

Randy Black: Drums + Percussion

 

Recorded at MONONGO STUDIO Berlin 2007

Produced, recorded, engineered and arranged by Jim Voxx & 

Nina C. Alice

Mixed by Jim Voxx

Additional drums on Song 6, 8, 9, 10 by :

PVC Backing Vocals on íEva Braun Is Back In Towní:

Gerrit Meijer + Ray Ebert

 

Additional Guitar: 

Ivan Kral on ĎI DonĎt Careí  

Wolf Hoffmann on: ĎWho The Hell Are Youí

 

Additional Keyboards on Song 12: Jim Voxx

Mastered by Tom MŁller is T.T.M. Mastering

 

Artwork, Layout, Logo and Design: Firegirl DesigN

 

Photos: Gerald Schultz

 

SKEW SISKIN thanks:

Helma Fehrmann, Gerald Schultz, Marina Fehrmann, Lemmy Kilmister, Todd Singermann, Ivan Kral & Cindy Hudson, Gaby & Wolf Hoffmann, Sarmad Sheikh, Siggi Bender, Marie-Louise Leinhos, Roland Peters, Texas Terri, Claudia Utke, Lee Graham, Dale May for his rockíníroll vibe, Patrick v. Schuckmann, Ray & Norma

 

Henning thanks:

my friend and partner at Dr. Rock Guitar Shop Wolfgang Haier, Daryal Janket, Sascha Bauer, Dombag and everyone else I forgot to mention

 

Randy would like to thank:

Ulrike Dubiel, my friends and family for their continuous support! Andreas Schumacher, Thomas Barth, Frank Rohe (MundT), Sibi Siebert & Tuncay Tuekel (Box Of Trix), Randy Turner (Ayotte Sticks), Martin Pohl (Sound Service, Berlin)

 

Randy is endorsing the following companies:

Mapex Drums

Sabian Cymbals

Vic Firth Sticks

Aquarian Drum Heads