Verse 1: B B We were writing this album Em Em My manager called and said: "we need a hit". E B He said: "your music's not current enough for the kids, E B so write a death metal song". We said: "Heck yeah you got it!" B B So I got out my beach ball, Em Em my Hawaiian shirt with little coconuts on the sleeves E B and wrote this brutal jam while the tall palm trees E Gb7 E began to sway gently in the island breeze. Chorus 1: B Death metal, the metal of death. A E E Better drink that margarita before your last breath. B The taste of Satan from our rock armada, A Gb E An umbrella of evil in your piña colada. B Death metal, put on your leis. A E Surfin' waves as your rotting mortal soul decays. E B Lay back in the sand and drift slowly away, E Gb B and renounce your God's existence at the seafood buffet. Verse 2: B Our manager called us back and said: -nc- Spoken: "Hey guys, it's your manager Brent. This definitely isn't death metal. It sounds more like Jimmy Buffet" E B We laughed at the way he's always joking around E B B and then we tuned our ukuleles to get that dark sound. B We were in the metal festival that night Em Em To play with some bands, it as such a great list. E B Like Demigod Slut and Chasm of filth E B and Maggot Desecration And Graves of Piss. Steel drum Solo: B B Em Em E B E B Spoken: "Steel drum Solo! Defile me with that sax! Easy on those coconut shrimp, Jerry!" Chorus 2: E B Death metal, the metal of death. A E Tanning lotion on Corpse, he needs a high SPF. E B Playing frisbee all day, you'll be running like a cheetah. Gb Gb7 E Sacrificing goats with a sweet señorita. B Death metal, choke on our sxxx A E Thanks for joining us today for all our tropical fun E B I have to say this vile concert went well Gb Gb7 Now suck this music tribute to our dark lord in hell! -death metal noises- -nc- Spoken: "What the heck was that?"
