Responsibility's cool, but there’s more things in life Like getting your dick Rode all fucking night ... I want it I, I need it, need it to make me feel heated Shake it, can't take it, must break it Break if off, yeah, what'd I say bitch? Bitch, bitch I want it I, I need it, need it to make me feel heated Shake it, can't take it, must break it Break if off yeah, what'd I say bitch? Bitch, bitch
Respect
Palm trees The flat broke disease And L.A. has got me On my knees I am The bluest of blues Every day A different Different way to lose
Owen Phillips
Boys: shoot to thrill from the hip. This time we put the "act" in action. We've tricked the pigs into thinking that this auction is a pageant. In no time there will be makeup on our new set of cutlery. The livestock is star struck. They're all salivating like ravenous cartoons. Goddamn animal. You'd better watch where you spit. Squeal like soft music. If it helps, we'll dim the lights on the floor. Neon bulbs are the cosmetics of swine. Everybody looks quite dazzling, trussed up in their formal attire. You'd make a great secret if I could keep you, but we all spill our guts. We're locked and loaded. Drip fed and bloated. Our trigger fingers snagged in the mouse trap of the moment. Turn the lights off on us, like a moth left in the cold. In the dark, begging for more. When the urgency strikes you, you'd better not lose your nerve. It's the rush that the cockroaches get at the end of the world. It's alright. There's a pail by the bed if you need one (but you're doing just fine). When in Rome we shall do as the Romans, when in Hell we do shots at the bar. Last call, kill it. We don't think in terms of the morning afters, and we don't utter a single word of the night before. In the meantime we're just thoughtless incessant buzzing apparatus. Disillusioned and lonelier than the last man standing. It doesn't get any better than this so run like Hell. This is a rock and roll takeover. Living each day one night at a time. There were mercy fucks, there was blood. You should have been there by my side. This is passion, this is red handed denial. I have no lover and she hasn't the prettiest eyes. Last call, kill it.
Levi Howard
The rabbit killer left his home for the clough And said goodbye to his infertile spouse Carried air rifle and firm stock of wood Carried night-site telescope light
A cemetery overlooked clough valley of mud And the grave-keeper was out on his rounds Yellow-white shirt buried in duffle coat hood Keeping edges out with mosaic color stones
Jawbone and the air rifle Who would think they would bring harm? Jawbone and the air rifle One is cursed and one is borne
The air rifle lets out a mis-placed shot It smashed a chip off a valued tomb Grave-keeper tending wreath-roots said "Explain, move into the light of the moon"
"I thought you were rabbit prey, or a loose sex criminal"
Rifleman he say "Y'see I get no kicks anymore From wife or children four There's been no war for forty years And getting drunk fills me with guilt So after eight, I prowl the hills Eleven o'clock, I'm tired to fuck Y'see I've been laid off work"
The grave-keeper said "You're out of luck And here is a jawbone caked in muck Carries the germ of a curse Of the Broken Brothers Pentacle Church Formed on a Scotch island To make you a bit of a man"
Jawbone and the air rifle Who would think they would bring harm? Jawbone and the air rifle One is cursed and one is warm
The rabbit killer did not eat for a week And no way he can look at meat No bottle has he anymore It could be his mangled teeth He sees jawbones on the street Advertisements become carnivores And roadworkers turn into jawbones And he has visions of islands, heavily covered in slime The villagers dance round pre-fabs And laugh through twisted mouths Don't eat It's disallowed Suck on marrowbones and energy from the mainland
Jawbone and the air rifle Who would think they would bring harm? Jawbone and the air rifle One is cursed and one is gone
John Cooper
>driving with friends >playing music through aux chord >not really paying attention to what is playing >The Classical comes on >lull in the conversation >BRING OUT THE OBLIGATORY NIGGERS >silence for the rest of the journey
since then no one wants to drive with me, and calls me a racist.
Nolan Cruz
That kind of things make me happy to not be an Anglo. When I was 18, I recommended to my mom who barely speak a word of English, a Country Teasers album, and four or five years later I realized that one of the songs had the following lyrics : >Women and children first >Then the faggots and the niggers >Line them up against the walls >And pull your fucking triggers I bet my mom still listen to that album from times to times. youtube.com/watch?v=_czPQAEUJ0Y
