Grind Band
Birdflesh
Me and my brother
Started a band
We called ourselves Leppard Pantson
I sang good and my brother was cool
When we covered Silence by Charles Bronson
We were fast
We wrote ten songs a day
And made a 7 inch split with Agatochles
We went on tour in a shitty old van
Playing shows, kept it real, raisin’ hell like a grind band
Our shows were fifteen minutes long
The local retard was our only fan
Stupid riffs and smart ass words
But they all come from the brain
An album was recorded but the master was lost
2000 euros down the drain, we broke up