Silver Shadow Songtext
von Goldie Lookin Chain

We′re all going down the pub, come on, get your tracksuits on!
Come on, fucking get moving, fucking why you so slow, Clad?
Oh fucking hell, my bollocks are killing in
These really tight jeans what I'm wearing
Why are you wearing those really tight jeans, Clad?
The reason I′m wearing these really tight jeans is
Because I just discovered heavy metal, ya bath plug, aha!
Let me play you a bit son, it's fucking tearing
Why you always looking in different directions, Clad?


I love metal, you pay some respect
There's a fridge in my head and my cock is a mess
I get a beer and it provides a spect
I make love to the vacuum and my bollocks reflect
I wear a condom so I could protect
From rust, erosion and my belly and neck
I need a mullet but the back′s not long enough
So I paid this girl to rip the pubes from her muff
She skinned a bit and started to laugh
But when she saw my pubic wick she asked my autograph, haha!
I went down the hard road and met a bloke called Neville
He told me how to rock and do the sign of the devil
He took me to see a band at the Newport Centre
They rocked hard and they were called Placenta

Come to the graveside, kneel down by me
God is sat beside you, the Devil and Johnny
Come to the graveside, kneel down by me
Hide your silver shadow, it′s the GLC, you know that

Heavy metal, it's like soft porn
But instead of sex with a horse it′s with a unicorn
Or a midget, or a dwarf, or a goblin
Wearing tight jeans and running around and hobbling
'Cause the metal makes your bollocks hurt
Although the jeans are tight you′ve got a letty squirt
It's a flying V guitar, it′ll take you really far
'Cause the GLC was on a metal vibe spa

Come to the graveside, kneel down by me
God is sat beside you, the Devil and Johnny
Come to the graveside, kneel down by me
Hide your silver shadow, it's the GLC, you know that


I grew my hair, put a tracksuit on
I borrowed some records off a sweaty called John
I used to smoke spliffs but now I smokes a bong
When you hear the GLC put a gold chain on
That′s right, fucking safe as fuck
I used to listen to hip-hop, I still do
But I fucking can′t get enough of this metal, know that
Electric guitar fills my mind
I had thirty wanks, was starting to go blind
I had to get away, I had to find
The chain and the jeans changed my mind
I felt metal, I felt so strange
The new vibe started to rearrange
My brain, I felt insane
'Cause a heavy metal vibe took the golden looking chain

Come to the graveside, kneel down by me
God is sat beside you, the Devil and Johnny
Come to the graveside, kneel down by me
Hide your silver shadow, it′s the GLC, you know that

Big up to Lee Cooper Jeans
And all people what can play Sweet
Child O' Mine on the guitar at any speed
Yeah, if you′ve got some tight, stonewashed jeans and a white t-shirt
With a fucking tracksuit top on and
A bit of gold, you're safe, know that
I saw I become death, destroyer of worlds
All down to a pair of tight jeans clenching
The living shit out of my bollocks