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Spam Me Up, Scotty!
01:33
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Rather you shake this milkshake
I'll call myself in and let time do its deadly magic
Wormholes, warm homes for flesheaters
Just more yellow press and blue cheese to digest
Fill in the blanks – I ain't that clever
Fill in the blanks – you do it so much better
Only wanted to keep my feet dry
When they tested if your balls could float this boat
Beta male, a fairly good listener
Would have revealed the secret of the enigma
A lot of fuss about one race
How we ought to be saved
A lot of fuss about boys who hunt whales, who like boys who hunt whales
A lot of fuss when someone gets mugged by an elderly woman with
a brick in the bag she collects empty bottles in
I say Moore Bush for George Michael
I say lionel catch
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Fag Agenda
01:10
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Welcome, depraved sons and daughters of Adam...
At war with satan
With the only formula that works for men
Here's to you Mr. Brownsword
And to all Satan’s gay friends
A clear and present danger
A fag’s ass
A clear and present danger
Behind the evil rainbow veil
Of whoremongery
Waits a penis of a homosexual (president)
A fag’s ass
A den of sin
Didn't god tell you never to play with the odds
Chances are you preach to a few who like it up the butt
You're not the first pimp to speak with the mouth of god
Please point me to the sodomic whorehouse
Didn't god tell you never to play with the odds
Chances are you preach to a few who like it up the butt
Are you a priest or a pervert?
Please point me to the all male basement
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The Biggest Asshole
01:51
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You never learned from my mistakes
And now this shit heart, the shitty heart aches
You never learned from your mistakes
And now this shit heart, the shitty heart breaks
The shit clock ticks in present tense
Ain't got a thing to say in my defense
Now we just stare at the waves of the apocalypse
As we turn the other way
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Dead Mans Sauerkraut
02:47
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An unknown soldier, unknown amount of pain
Keep the lid on, it fits too well
And dull this pain away
You never knew it could hurt so much
Give me a mouthful give me one painless touch
Still the traces of old nightmares pin you down
Like numb tissue wounds fill with time
Don't want to be a shadow of a man in a case
Too scared to feel, stuck in the same old maze
Keep the dead man's kraut close as a reminder
Admit that you're too close of becoming one
Still the traces of old nightmares pin you down
Like numb tissue wounds fill with time
Easy to give up, easy to swallow, gone bad but easy to swallow
Hum the pain away - hum the pain away
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Men At A Park
00:59
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Men at a park
Park benches full of pissed jeans knowledge
They know cheap bottles
The cheapest bottles
They know healthy hands, the hands that feed
The ring, the noose, the whole god damn play
They know the morals passed on on a bill
Ever seen a man fart from a hole in his stomach?
With a nose like a bruised tomato
The operation was a success
Now he sits in diapers and bets on a horse
With his doctor’s name
Thinks he hears his guts explode
They know what the wait smells like
Cheap bottles, cheap wine
They know what the wait smells like
Dead and gone, a bag of flies
A year old fart in torn undies
Four yellow walls you leave behind
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The hammer strikes once, twice
A failing gasp turns you inside out
Hanging
Hanging from the toe of death
Hanging from the toe of death 'til it grasps the final breath
If it's blood you seek
It's run its course
Space and time bends
Breaks the back of boredom
The body gives in, comes to a halt
Starts to dry up
Peep hole shuts you out
From the gene pool of spit and blood
As i leave, i leave a trail of piss
Back and forth between my bed and the edge of my sanity
Here i am, here i am for the final wash
Take the bucket of spit and blood as you go
Go in peace
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Standards
01:03
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A set of standards
That come with a meaningful disclosure
That could look like your empty pockets
Or a set of tones played with a hammer
Someone will come knocking in
Knocking your teeth out and ask
What's you ex wife’s current favorite band
Blink, did your eyes just blink, are you fucking scared?
There'll be blood
It'll be a mess
There's more than meets the eye
Standards come like a new set of teeth
Tossed away like a half eaten shoe
Punch in, punch out, holy bread dipped in acid
Future chewed with big green teeth
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Space Command
03:35
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Bubba, his name struck fear in the hearts of red men
But our bubba had no intentions
No determination
Deep sleep, an empty cup but no girls to play with
A space taxi dude with no future
Deep sleep, no little red book to begin with
A proud eagle
A cold turkey
“Oh my Gods, we've created a monster”, mumbled a bearded old fart with a book and a bottle of single malt.
“Well, I believe it was your idea, Harry” said one with 9 wives, 11 caddies and a 4.4 handicap.
They called Harry "The Chef" since he used expressions like "the meaningless dot of mold in the cosmic onion" and referred to the milky way as "the scrambled pizza number 9".
They were arguing constantly, whether it was about landing strips for gay martians, digital wrist watches or should they stop the expansion of the universe or not.
It always ended with everyone getting drunk and naked.
"Why don't we give this guy a little something from the Galactic Lovepump!" said an already hammered dude in a Born To Bingo-shirt.
“Shut up, four face, you're not even a real God!”...
So it happened that our Bubba stumbled on a book someone else was scribbling on and there she was, with a marker and a nicely decorated skin from an organic market.
Bang! it was like a memory of a perfect salmon
Paris 68 was a hoax ...only love can conquer
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Company Bad Man
03:47
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I'm a bad bad, bad company man
Mind like a bad company scam
Paid to regulate the madness
I'm a bad bad, bad company man
Brain like a bad company spam
Cannot afford to loose a dime in the business
You hear laughter in the distance
These gentlemen prefer blood money
Truth folded like a flag to fit into a box of illusions
Don't know, don't know who's in charge here
I put my shoe where it fits
I heard the master’s call and it called me
Don't know, don't know who's mess i'm in
Hope this suit still fits
Cannot afford to loose a dime in the business
When the prank's done, it's done
It's time to shake hands and move on
On the revolving door of human wonders
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Finger On A Button
01:45
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A name like wild style
Tongue as sweet as the sweetest wine
Had a habit to support
Interfering with peoples sleep
With a chain saw and a warrant
While his unlucky cousin got
Caught in a shit job nation praying for a cavity search
Be a man
A sideshow writhing on the underside of someone else's plan
What makes a man devote
His life to sex and not science?
Sweeping the guts of an empire
When the best of things are kept in secret
Be a man
A sideshow writhing on the underside of someone else's plan
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Fuck if we are to win on this horse track through
Dark matter ordinary bullshit
Not to mention the giant asteroid that's on it's way
We're dead, dead, dead
Dead on arrival
Are we on the outside looking even further out
On a soup of strings and hysteria
Are we just failing to see turning into hogwash
Of the infinity we worship
Rocket number one...
Take off for the planet Venus
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12. |
The Shaved Beast
01:55
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It's not enough
That you look good when you're 20
You ought to be hot and stinking rich turning 33
That's fucking ridiculous
I don't dance like pepe in the maze
It's not rocking if there's not enough bass
Hey man, this is not the life i ordered
I need, you need a facelift
Stockholm syndrome with the shaved beast
I thought it was your dick but it was just a belt
Next sex ferry leaves at 12
Go west, 1,2,3,4 mosh
I don't know but i've been told
That fat bottomed girls have got more soul
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Like A Moth To A Flame
01:45
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Let's build that bomb and see where it leads us
Let's build a simulated city with real living things
As bored as one can be, ignorance breeds apathy
And knowledge more morons like a moth to a flame
A close up of everything you ever dreamed to be afraid of
Let the truth be told and the snoring continue
Just feed me with newsfeed and isolation
Under watchful eyes of secured paranoia
You watch them fling those corpses - like a moth to a flame
You want to know, you want to know what happened
I'll tell you what happened, i don't know what happened
A close up of everything you ever dreamed to be afraid of
On the surface of everything you ever dreamed to be afraid of
One step from everything, everything becoming
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14. |
Bad Days Mounting
03:03
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Balance is a nasty word
A blanket full of worms
Sanity backed against the wall
I feel the damage done
I fear the constant change of repetition
Doubt's like a beacon for my reeling mind
This is all there is now
Everything that mattered bent out of shape
This is all there is now
A world of doubt - a coffin that leaks
I feel the damage done
I fear the constant change
Of repetition
Doubt's like a beacon for my reeling mind
Don't go after the reason
I'm scared enough the way it is
Feels like i've given up
Feels like i'm being chewed up piece by piece
This is all there is now
Everything that mattered bent out of shape
This is all there is now
A world of doubt - a coffin that leaks
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Nothing will make it ever make sense
Waiting for far too many accidents to happen
If I could not kill time you know I still would do just that
Like if wanting was almost enough
A chewed tooth pick on a block of cheese
A crown of creation, a monkey with car keys
Born like a fart in the fourth stomach of a cow
Play ball, catch, next bite
If it ever even was nothing more
Than the outlines of a new horizon
The charm of awakening
Cheap beer and a file under
How big egos fit into small minds
Jerk offs and hollow heads
Play ball, catch, next bite
Diving dumpsters, squatting parking lots, selling buttons under the shadow of the rule
A dream of a better we through cheap beer and stolen candy
Wake me up when you come up with something to die for, 'cos I know it won't be me
Our lives are in the hands of whale blubber, white mice and almost enoughs...
Like buddha and booze intertwined there's past, present and science fiction
What the world shapes us to shape, to make out of it our lives are in the hands of every hand
Wake me up when you come up with something to die for, 'cos I know it won't be me
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I make garbage out of your soul
Better grab what you can and run
I've got ways to make your mouth go ja, ja, ja
You start to sound like a swede
It'd be your duty, your duty
You hear a melody
A sweet sweet melody
It's your dirty job to get the dirty job done
We are the alpha waves inside your skull
Everyone's comfort, the final fab five
No tinfoil hat will save you from
The constant jingle in the back of your mind
It's your dirty job to get the dirty job done
They're going to grab you from the shower
Doctors in corpse paint, the eye on every tower
They sell you bud light on beale street
They laugh and fart behind the playlist of your entire life
They are the goat that needs to be slain
On the unholy altar of rock ‘n’ roll
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Hero Dishonest Helsinki, Finland
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