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mall pigs!
03:49
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We are the Mall Police: paid to keep the mall looking neat.
We will get rid of all the scum with our badges and our clubs and our guns.
We weed out the trash so we can make some cash; throw you out.
You don't deserve our perfect little world; throw you out.
We are the rent -a-pigs. They picked us up off the streets.
"Hey, Boy, here's a gun...You're in control, now have some fun."
If they don't look like us then we better make a bust; throw 'em out.
If they're just here to play then we'd better make them pay; throw 'em out.
You're a bunch of shit head spastics. Paid to keep your sterile land plastic.
You're a bunch of wacky-wack freaks. Paid to avoid reality.
"You haven't bought your share, and we don't
You haven't bought your share, and we don't
You haven't bought your share, and we don't think it's fair!"
It's so unfair?
"It's so unfair!"
Hold
On
There,
Punk!
You can't say that in a Mall.
You can't do that in our Mall.
You can't think that in a Mall.
You can't do anything at all.
"Security Personnel: Sonoma and Lake counties. No experience needed. We train your. Part time or over forty hours. Paid vacations. Start immediately: call 575-1662, Oh Lord Yeah"
Keep your trendy shoppers blind. Don't expose them to other minds.
Let me out.
I don't want the shit you sell. You can all just go to Hell.
Let me out.
Let them in to do their thing. If I'm even near, I'm trespassing.
Let me out.
I said I'd leave the fucking place, so
I said I'd leave the fucking place, so
I said I'd leave the fucking place, so get the fuck out of my face!
Out of my face?
Out of my face!
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mack bottom
03:16
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Mack Bottom in a ditch:
We killed him, the son of a bitch
Six holes in his head
Now I think he's finally dead
Go to the crime site, steal those boots
Go to the police, steal those boots
Mack Bottom in a ditch:
Now we're three hundred dollars rich
Too many drugs, the story goes
No more Nazi Mormons at the shows
Mack Bottom in a grave:
Got no head left to shave
No one knows who blew him away
He's seeing red, I'm thinking....
Go to the morgue, steal those boots
Go to the funeral, steal those fucking boots
Mack Bottom's was the life we took
Gets his page in the yearbook
Going down to Papa Ron's:
Too much fry and James Bond
Go to Goodwill, steal those boots
Go to Hell, steal those boots
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schizophrenic Sam
05:19
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.When you see me walking down your street,
Babbling at everyone I meet.
Whatcha say? "Get away!"
Drool running down my chin: I don't know if I fit in.
That's okay.
Going down to the Salvation Army.
Gonna buy all the rags I see.
Sit next to you. Whatcha going to do?
See my smile; smell my smell.
Run away from my Hobo Hell: You're a fool!
Schizophrenic Sam
Schizophrenic Sam: that's who I am
Schizophrenic Sam
Schizophrenic Sam: that's who I am
I'll talk about needles; talk about teddybears too.
Talk about enemas; talk about the President too.
You buy me a forty, I'll talk about whatever you want me to.
Think I want a woman, staring out at the night.
Think I'm tired of bums, staring out at the night.
"Hey Baby, whatchoo doin?" You're running away in fright.
I'm the blood sellin'
Bridge dwellin'
Stayin-up-all-night-constantly-yellin'
Bus stop!
That's my place!
Disgrace: I'm yelling right in your face!
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!
I got style, I got class.
You can't see it cus your head is up your ass.
Split personality, that's what I wanna be.
Need no money. Need no car.
Need no fame cause I'm a hobo star.
That's me.
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S. R. Girls
04:41
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Santa Rosa Girls aren't too dumb
aren't too smart
are all, like, "Guy!"
are Oh My God
Santa Rosa Girls: they buy new boots
Santa Rosa Girls: they walk on you
Santa Rosa Girls like to rebel
Santa Rosa Girls: they are so swell
They like to dress up and get you messed up
Santa Rosa Girls are real hard core
They like to dress up and get you messed up
Santa Rosa Girls: they use deodorants
They aren't too dumb
They aren't too smart
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Dung Beetles
09:02
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We Gotcha!! Dung, dung dung, dddddddddduuuuuuuuuung!
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No Teeth
04:34
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I am the top gun, the top tooth, the top worm!
YOU CAUSE ME FRUSTRATION; YOU'RE JUST A CRUSTACEAN
My teeth go further than you'll ever learn...
YOUR CHEAP INFILTRATION IT PILFERS MY PATIENCE
My dental greatness grants moral absolution...
YOUR CONSTANT PREDATION DESTROYS OUR RELATIONS
I do what I want with my oral protrusions!
YOUR INCESSANT INCANTATIONS DEMAND SOME CESSATION
No teeth, no teeth, no teeth, no teeth!
Their roots go up to the top of my brain...
DRINK THE POTION OF YOUR POSIN'S EROSION
Plaque and enamel control what I'm saying...
YOU HAVE NO EMOTIONS; YOU WERE BORN AN EMULSION
Through them I breathe; between them I see...
MY MEREST EXPLOSION IT SHATTERS YOUR NOTIONS
My head is one big cavity!
YOU JUST GO THROUGH THE MOTIONS BUT YOU'RE STILL ATROCIOUS
No teeth, no teeth, no teeth, no teeth!
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That Twisted Rhyme
02:37
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Blah blah blah blah blah MC
Blah blah blah blah blah to me
Blah biddle biddle biddle blah the rhyme
Blah blah blah blah blah my time
Skippy dip dip skiddle dit the street
Blah blah boogety- blah blah the beat
Blah blah blah blah blah sucker
Blah blah blah.... blah blah, motherfucker!
Ho!
Skippy dit dit dit diddle dit: the bass
Blah, blah, blah, your face
Blah blah blah blah blah rich
Blah .... Bitch?
Blah blah blah blah blah fresh
Neener neener neener neener neener neener def
Ho?
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Tempting Fate
01:27
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The
Highbeams are on; your vision is blurry
Fasten your seat-belts cus we're in a hurry
The Angel of Death it nests on your shoulder
The coals on your feet they begin to smolder
You've had your fun now; now you can go home
Your thinking's but an inkling you can't call your own
You're in a collision like Smokey and The Bandit
If your life was a movie, even Burt Reynolds would of canned it!
You counted your chickens; you were tempting fate
Don't knock on wood now cus now it's too late
You were big for your britches; you gathered no moss
A stitch in nine hundred would avail you naught
Your knuckles on the wheel they whiten and tighten
One look in the mirror and you're hooked and they're biting
It follows and swallows cus you were the bait:
You had your fun, sucker, you were tempting fate!
You were tempting fate
Fate you were tempting
Tempting fate you were
Were tempting fate you
You were tempting fate
Fate you were tempting
Tempting fate you were
Tempting.....
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Serfs Suck!
02:50
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Live in a shack, your teeth are black
Work all day, get a flog for your pay
Your knees gone lame, earwigs in your brain
Wear rags full of fleas, you all look the same!
Serfs suck!
Serfs suck!
Your brain's gone, you're just a peon
Nice life, you stinking jerk
Nice life, you stupid serf
Serfs suck!
Peasants suck!
Your smell is unpleasant: you're just a peasant
Kiss the King's ass, you know it won't last
Got an ugly family, don't even have your own tree
Eat a lot of dirt, don't know your ABC's
Slave to the fields, King makes you kneel
Just another peasant: Have some oatmeal
You're so oppressed, you look like Hermann Hesse
If you were really exploited, you could be a hairdresser
Serfs suck!
Serfs suck!
Your brain's gone, you're just a peon
Nice life, you stinking jerk
Nice life, you stupid serf
Serfs suck!
Peasants suck!
VALLEY GRRRL (materializing somehow in mid-song): "Like, I mean, you're just perpetuating the, you know, outdated imperialist, capitalist system... who do you think you are anyway? Louie the 8th? Henry the 4th? Johnny the forty--- hey none of that, you--- Look at yourself dude. Grody to the max! You know? Talk about class structure... Gag me you capitalist! Nice economy. You can't even feed your own wife, you sexist, but you think you're some tubular, hot shit 'ontra-pan-oor' cus you got one more piece of rubble than the next peasant! Up yours buddy. Chairman McMao would be appalled! Grody to the fucking capitalist-roader max, dude! Guy!"
Work in dirt till you die: when you're having fun time flies
Knights and squires they piss on you, throw rotten ham and eggs upon you
The sheep all run away, Friar Tuck makes you pay
Stepped on by a horse, get disease of course
Servant till you die, you don't even try
And ignorant fool, peasants aren't so cool
Another King's slave, dig your own grave
Nice hoe you've got; I hope you rot!
Serfs suck!
Serfs suck!
Your brain's gone, you're just a peon
Nice life, you stinking jerk
Nice life, you stupid serf
Serfs suck!
Peasants suck!
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10. |
D-Fase
03:30
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The logey that I spit is a fit epitaph
For the leave you're taking as you're breathing your last
Breath of the death, the death that you're dying
Every time you said you were cool, you were lying
I approach my Zenith at the moment of your doom
Busting a gut as you zoom into your tomb
My mallet of love puts you through your last wicket
Here's a rusty old bucket: go ahead and kick it
If you were Alpo, Lorene Greene wouldn't lick it
I went to your funeral: out front, scalping tickets
I hope you die
I couldn't care less
I hope you die
Take me with you
I don't mean no harm, but you'll buy the farm
Then I'll steal the oats right out of your barn
Studies have shown an extensive correlation
Twixt my glee and your decapitation
Your death is on prime time not syndication
I'll tape the reruns of your annihilation
And press pause!
I would gladly build a pillar if you'd promise to plummet
Slice the brakes from your car if you'd promise you would gun it
The seconds you live are the ones I resent
I'm a grape of wrath, Baby: watch me ferment!
A mortician
In position
To be assisting
Your decomposition
Your body's rottin'
Wormies start growing
Filch 'em from your coffin
That's when I'm goin'
Fishin!
You're dust
You're toast
You're history at most
Your soul
Will roast
And then, you know, I'll hate your ghost!
I hope you die
I couldn't care less
I hope you die
Take me with you
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schultzzz California
One-man-band! Home recordings! Small town alienation! Absurd humor and musical complexity! Various levels of quality! Songs (as opposed to albums) free DL.
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