1. |
Spaz Chop
01:40
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Holy gods - they pile up like Jenga Jenga
Knock em down
Holy gods - that fire rifles and touch our children
Till we lay that cause right down
You're unforgiven
Unclean, unclean
The sacrifice is
In vein, in vein
We own our bodies
We own our mouths
We own our vision
We own our selves
Lay your weary head right down
Pray the lord they leave you alone
Lay your weary head right down
Pray the lord they leave you alone
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2. |
Beta Decay
01:26
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Bark!
The words are lost on me,
just like they're lost on you,
just the same
Howl!
The moment frosted me,
just like it frosted you,
we cut that shit right through, ow!
I cut the tension down with my hand
And kiss the moonlight
I cut the tension with my head
And kiss the moon
Your dinner's ready,
but it's getting cold,
and the tables empty
Made from scratch and all for nothing
Tears of your mother
Drink up!
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3. |
Wraith
01:46
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Your food is ready come and get it!
I have no hunger I won't eat it
My lies are warm for your condition
They sit like bricks inside your stomach
Eat them right up
And watch your stomach get fat
And watch your eyes explode
And watch your mind get lost
And watch your eyes explode
Battery acid!
Stomach acid!
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4. |
Pig Academy
01:40
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Calm down!
You're sorely mistaken
You must trust these men
You must go back to bed, and
Calm yourselves down!
You're so sorely mistaken
You disturb the peace
You disturb the sleep
Ay oh!
Oh! No!
Their ears are waxing up and out
Oh! No!
Their eyes unwinding and
winding in
Your pretty coma
The dark void
Silent coma
The dark void
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5. |
Death Hoax
02:19
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Oh! Oh! Oh!
Snap another picture
Uh uh-huh uh!
You look good
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Your big muscles
Uh uh-huh uh!
Compensation nation
Oh! Oh! Oh!
You're all perfect
Uh uh-huh uh!
Shimmering white
fluorescent light
L-E-D
LOVE ME PLEASE
L-E-D
SET ME FREE
Born in the USA
Smells like the US of A, ay!
Death in the USA
Smells like the US of A, ay!
Born in the USA
Smells like the US of A, ay!
Death in the USA
Smells like the US of A, ay!
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6. |
Vulgar Hymns
01:59
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My palms, My fingers,
I press them right together for my kin
Hosanna, My soul on high.
Drowning demons in our riches
We press those ugly beasts right down
Forever and ever!
Oh! Uh-uh.
You don't smile like you ought to.
Oh no, don't go too far, you won't make it back.
Ignore that funny feeling inside
It's called thinking we don't talk about it.
Why don't you open wide!
Why don't you open wide and
eat me!
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