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Buried in the Front Yard

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Pennsylvania criminal thrash quintet Rumpelstiltskin Grinder administers waves of relentless energy on their Relapse Records debut, Buried in the Front Yard. Spinning speed metal into gold, RsG's Dissection vs. Kreator-esque metal and extreme genre-bending thrash is sure to ignite the moshing hordes of the underground into a sweating - yet bewildered - frenzy! Take hold of your left foot and rip yourself up the middle in two, because the orange and black attack is coming for you. Metal thrashing mad!!! With members of XXX Maniak, Divine Rapture, and Solace in the Shadows.

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released September 25, 2005

Relapse Records
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Rumpelstiltskin Grinder Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

There is a secret underground crime syndicate called RUMPELSTILTSKIN GRINDER (Society RsG) that has been running shit for eons. They are not the mob; they are bigger than the mob. No one knows who heads this lethal organization. The only visible entities of this secret society are the criminal thrash band RUMPELSTILTSKIN GRINDER and members of the Orange and Black Attack. ... more

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Track Name: Stealing E.T.
A fire in the sky, time for do or die
the feds are getting close, up against the ropes
what can you make of this, with our moves so slick,
continue in disguise, steal the truth from their eyes

E.T.'s pissed!
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, you know something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right

The cover up is part of the curriculum, the cover up.
The cover up is part of the curriculum, the cover up.
The cover up is just good business, the cover up.
The cover up is being kept safe... for prying eyes!

E.T.'s in vertigo, we sneak him, he goes
E.T.'s in vertigo, where to now, who knows?

His spacecraft will not show, the government's impatience grows
officials form in rows to find our slight of hand confuses so!

Don't look up to the sky, something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, you know something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right
Don't look up to the sky, something's not right

Hidden agenda's show, to the highest bidder, E.T.'s sold.
40? 50? Here I 60? 80? 90 million flyin'!
Pack em', ship em' , sell em', leave em'
another bargain, profit margin.
Track Name: Orange & Black Attack
You creep down streets so dark,
you duck so they can't see you.
Silence, you're wrong you're judged.
Terror! The scent gives you away.

But then you hear the steps
behind! You know, you're doomed now.
They find you, no escape, orange and black surround you!

You can't run, you can't hide.
You know you won't survive, not this time, not this time!

Orange and black, those who judge tonight,
they are enforcers. The deal judgement for real.

No, we're not fucking around
No, we're not fucking around

No! We're done fucking around!

Run! You can't run! You won't run! Don't you run!

If you run, you'll die tired and scared.
They own the streets, own police they're prepared.

No, we're not fucking around
No, we're not fucking around

Slow!!!
Track Name: Grab a Shovel (We've Got Bodies to Bury)
Wake now... Right now
Wake now... Right now!

Waking to see the mess at hand... Last night
Bodies thrown all across the floor... No life
Hours before the shipment's due... Tonight
Figure what what you're gonna do, or tonight you die!

Grab and cut, grab and cut, grab and cut, cut bone!
Tear and saw, tear and saw, bodies to pieces

There's too much blood now, grab your shovels now!
Dig like it's your job, fast or all is lost!
Dig graves for the dead, or you're a corpse instead

Bass, I'm running away getting away...
No! Get back to work
They're coming today I'm getting away
No! Get back to work

Expert's her, brings plans inside
To where the bodies should hide

Buried in the front yard, not the backyard
Buried in the front yard, not the backyard
Track Name: The Day Merman Met Todd "The Harpoon" Wilson
You hear, the merman swampin around
Grab your ears, look away, try to block out the sound
Then you smell the sludge, see a lifeless shell
Close your eyes, look away, better get up and...

Want to see our world, want to play our game
Knowing that your life is rotting away
Call anyone, even call collect
Figure out quick what you're gonna do next!

Only the strong survive when you play your game of hit and run
See all the horrors of life when the snake strikes in your Eden
Only the strong survive when you play your game of hit and run
See all the horrors of life when the snake strikes in your Eden

Want to see our world, try to play our game
Knowing that your life is rotting away
Call anyone, even call collect
Figure out quick, nothing you can do!

You breathe, the smoke into your lungs now
To see what hides beyond the angel's light

Only the strong survive when you play your game of hit and run
See all the horrors of life when the snake strikes in your Eden
He grabs you stab he takes a bit, take his life, take his life
He pulls you grab he tears away take his life, take his life

The waves crash down, his hands become clenched
From the harpoon tainted with Poseidon's stench
The disintegrating deck teeters away
Because now he knows, foul things are at play!
Track Name: Unleash the Troll
Stolen from me, riches fucking sick
Shadows becoming small, find them...
Destroy them all! Fetch backpacks, your flashlights,
We're gonna hunt those demons. It's my own. It's not theirs
Those sneaky bastards die! Can't find them. Can't catch them.
Out of breath and of patients. There's no use, return now.
There's only one thing left to do...
Unleash the troll!!! Attention!

Back away! You don't know what he can do...
Back away! On flesh of thieves it will dine.
Fetch em' over here, bring em' to my lair... Feed the troll!
Fetch em' over here, bring em' to my lair... Feed the troll!
Fetch em' over here, bring em' to my lair... Feed the troll!
Fetch em' over here, bring em' to my lair... Feed the troll!
Fetch em' over here, bring em' to my lair... Feed the troll!
Fetch em' over here, bring em' to my lair... Feed the troll!

Crush huge, hulking monster, you will die!
Smash, squash, desecrate life!
Now you will know... This is my troll!

Now I have em here, better you beware... Feed the troll!
Now I have em' here, time is drawing near... Feed the troll!
Now I have em here, better you beware... Feed the troll!
Now I have em' here, time is drawing near... Feed the troll!
Track Name: Grinder
Whiiiir... Once the grinder goes round.
First reel was full...
Whiiir, whiiir, two times the grinder goes round.
Second reel was full, whiiir, whiiir, whiiir, three times
The grinder goes round, third was full.
Whiiir, whiiir, whiiir, whiiir. Four times the grinder goes
Round fourth reel was full

Turning all the straw into gold
Or you will now (Now you will die)

What's in a name? Scarface? No! Bandylegs? No!
Sparerib? No! Turniphead? No! Sloppy Joe? No!
Starscream!!??

But the weather's fine. For tonight
I'll make her child mine, she'll never guess. I won't confess
Rumpelstiltskin is the magic line. Line!
Tell me if you don't guess that line.
No. Rumpelstiltskin means your mine!

Today bake. Tomorrow glad no one know
Spinning 'till the dawn, you toil oh so long
Fingers to the bone, locked in, you slave alone.

Can you guess my name? (The devil has told you that.)
Are you that insane? (The devil has told you that.)
Can you guess my name? (The devil has told you that.)
Are you that insane? (The devil has told you!)

What's my name? Scarface? No! Bandylegs? No!
Sparerib? No! Turniphead? No! Sloppy Joe? No!
Starscream!!??

Looking like your game, you guessed my name
Looking like your game, come dance around flames

Heed his legend. Rumpelstiltskin...You guessed my name!
Track Name: Let The Fools Cheer
Get set, ready to go (Bet's on!)
Tracks' fast but your horse is slow (Bet's off.)
Last call bet's at the door
You can't win. You'll lose, you'll owe.

Dropped pass, right at the goal (Catch that!)
Cheat and win cause we got no soul (That's sick.)
Got a hand in every game you throw
We call the shots we run the show

Let the fools cheer. Rape their wallets as they cry
Every bet becomes a loser. Don't ask, Why?
Let the fools think all is wholesome with their game
Every contest you can think of, it's all the same

Heavyweight, he's on a roll (He's gotta prove)
Got a chance now to win it all (Take his shot)
They don't know the fix is on
We call the shot and down he falls

Game 6 fan in the front row (That bitch!)
Crawfished a bet so we bleed him slow (Guy's fucked.)
Let his friend and his family know
There's no escape from us. We rule!!!

Let the fools cheer keep them happy day by day
No distraction means no knowledge... Now we play
Let the fools just try and stop us, we won't quit
Kill them all to keep our secret, that's no shit!

We're the bookies, you're the prey
Every league does what we say
In control, you can't forget, whe're the gods of every bet

Let the fools cheer, rape their wallets as they cry
Every bet becomes a loser, don't you ask why
Track Name: Ode to Tanks
My M1 Abrams marches to the storm
She's got 1,500 horsepower 4,000 in torque
26 ton turrets lock em' up.
She's a beast... Yeah, nothing can stop her

Slip off your armor now... Only if you don't mind
I want to show you how. I'm kissin' your kill'
I want to take the time. I'm kissin' your killin'
I want to feel you right

Your life, your life, I've got you in my sight
Tonight, tonight, tonight I end your life
Your life, your life, I've got you in my sight
Tonight, tonight, tonight I end your life

You bring your tank, and I'll ride mine
She'll waste you, I'll bring the wine

Her skin is smooth and bullet proof
She makes me tremble to the touch
I've got to show her how I feel
My grip gets tighter on the clutch

Drink some diesel. Warm you up. Feel my liquid never stop
... Never stop!

It's the Hellish screamframe all for you
Squadrons, emblems, branded on me all for you

Slip off your armor now...

Your life, your life, I've got you in my sight
Tonight, tonight, tonight I end your life
Your life, your life, I've got you in my sight
Tonight, tonight, tonight I end your life