Filth Lords by Filth Lords

From spent grain left as trash
Oozed a mutant bill of mash:
Brawn for malt and ’lectric hops
Found a yeast that never stops
Three guys drunk off pilfered beer
Stumbled their way fatefully near
The heady brew pooled on the floor
And to lap it up would deem them Lords

Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
Straight from the Hive
Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
Run for your lives
Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
A fucking disgrace
Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
We’ll melt off your face

Endowed with music deft with force,
Yon minstrels did transcend to Lords
Filth Manor stands as their abode
Where they play with grit of old
With cunning craft, they maraud,
Demolishing contrived façades
Filth cheers and beers hearten their fight
As our Lords rage through the night

Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
Straight from the Hive
Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
Run for your lives
Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
A fucking disgrace
Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
We’ll melt off your face

With each display of handsome might,
The people holler with delight
These Filth Lords soil a tranquil mood
And sparge the air with licks so lewd
Berserker blood flows through our veins
And with their songs we do pulsate
Embracing merriment, we think,
“It all began with a drink.…”

Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
Straight from the Hive
Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
Run for your lives
Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
A fucking disgrace
Filth Lords, Filth Lords, Filth Lords
We’ll melt off your face

Abrasive.
Invasive.
Filth.
Lords.

• Metal
• Punk
• Street Punk
• hardcore
• Salt Lake City