Foetus lyrics: _Sink_
Serge Elnitsky
Sink
Bedrock
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I bin tappin yo phone ma little rattlesnake
Yeah - slimes of a feather grime together
I oughta scatter your brains from here to White Plains
You're the dirty rat that killed my brother Louie
"She killed Louie? Louie da fly?"
Well, now, I like that in a girl...
Shoulda gunned down the bastard sonovabitch down myself
But now - I ain't into blackmail
So I might spare your life tonight
Well I'm making a list
Checking it twice
Deciding on just who deserves to die
And you just made it baby
(Yeah, you just made it, baby)
Yeah I know you go Romeo
Romeo o Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo
Well I'm a two-fisted fucker getting hard in my pants
And hot under the collar
(Hot under the collar)
Well I'm the granite man... sic em, bwah...
A woman's place is on ma face
Eat my fire I'm the new Messiah
Birds gotta fly... fish gotta fry
I'm the lava scab with a lava slab
Well I'm the granite man
(He's the granite man)
I can hold a blackjack and a bottle in one hand
And a switchblade in the other
And I know how to use 'em
(Yeah, he knows how to use 'em)
I bin 8-balled by the Grand Poobah
Cos I'm the granite man
(He's the granite man)
I got some falling green, how about a few drinks
We could take in a strip show...
Then go down to the bowery and set fire to a few bums
heh heh, yeah...
Cause some havoc in the shroud of darkness
Have a private Holocaust between the sheets, you'n'me, baby...
Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock...
Come to Bedrock... Rock... Rock... Rock...
Well I'm the granite man
(Do ya understand?)
Howzabout it, baby, c'mon, lay down in the sand
Well I'm the granite man
(He's the granite man)
C'mon and lay down in ma dirt
Lay down on the slab with the lava scab
Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock... Come to Bedrock...
Come to Bedrock... Rock... Rock... Rock...
Ramrod
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Just blew into Retard City, USA
And I bin here so many many many times before
Made a sacrifice on the shrine of Bacchus
Blue ruin... Lemon on the side...
Hair of the dog for this son of a cur
That soldier of misfortune
With one club foot
Learnt the long arm of the law from a wrong arm raw
Talking down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson 45
Get outta town by sundown, chum
Don't like your type round here
You might as well have one club foot
Find a crowbar through your windshield
Two front tires slashed
Posse of irate fatback rednecks
Looking for another white nigger to trash
Well when the going gets tough the tough get going
Get going... get tough
Get angry stay hungry get mean stay lean
Say what you mean and say it mean
You tell the truth you go to the guillotine
You lose your head but your conscience is clean
Don't buy into no one else's dream
Say what you mean and say it mean
So you pack your lungs full of nicotine
And pack a coupla bottles of gasoline
Say what you mean and say it mean
Say what you mean and say it mean
Like a ramrod ramrod ramrod ramrod
Learnt the long arm of the law from a wrong arm raw
Talking down the barrel of a Smith & Wesson 45
Get outta town by sundown, chum
Don't like your type round here
No water round here for you boy
Or your one club foot
Get angry stay hungry stay lean get mean
Say what you mean and say it mean
Like a ramrod ramrod ramrod
Battering ram battling ram ramrod
Ramrod ramrod ramrod
Battering ram battling ram ramrod
Boxhead
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I can't wash this blood off my hands
I can't get the scum outta my soul
I can't scrape this stain off my brain
And I can't get this box off my head
Anxiety Attack
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Well I swear on a stack of bibles
Double goddamn and a carton of hells
I just did a pound and I ain't going back in again
Hubble bubble grime and stubble
Like a vulture picking through the rubble
You be looking at me you be looking at trouble
(Amen)
Just a man with a mind like a scrambled egg
And a past splattered in the road
Well I'm at home sweet homicide down stress me street
And I eat nothing but dirt, they say you are what you eat
I always tell the truth even when I lie
This phoenix has caught back on fire
There's a pressure in my skull and it's going to crack
There's a pressure in my head and it's going to crack
There's a pressure on my person and it's going to attack
Attack
Frankincense and Frankenstein
And frankly I don't give a thin dime
For two bit falling seminaries
Filling heirs with ten Hail Marys
I always tell the truth even when I die
This foetus has caught back on fire
There'll be an empty clip in my 45
Cos my life's going to take a dive
Well I swear on a stack of bibles
Double goddamn and a carton of hells
I just did a pound and I ain't going back in again
I can't eat no more dirt
The Only Good Christian Is a Dead Christian
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Well I paid the price for luxury
Heaven looks like Hell to me
And I think I'm going down down down down...
"What you say?" - going down
"What you say?" - I said going down
A pint of Lazarus straight up
Spending life on barroom floors
"What you say?" - bathroom floors
"What you say?" - I said set 'em up
Six Hail Margueritas, I'm paying for the price of sin
The time is ripe for satisfaction
Hanging at streetlamps looking for action
Biding time to crawl in a hole
"Crawl in a hole? Bless ma soul!"
Six Hail Margueritas, I'm paying for the price of sin
I became the Devil's advocate
(The Devil made me do it)
Six Hail Margueritas, I'm paying for the price of sin
I've got to commit a sacrifice before I blow into Paradise
Satan had a word in my ear today
"What he say? What he say? What he say? What he say?"
He said the only good Christian is dead
Dead Christian! Dead Christian!
The only good Christian is a dead Christian
Dead Christians tell no tales
(The Devil made him do it)
Founder member of Hell's Cannibals
(The Devil made him do it)
I'm a Christian carnivore
(The Devil made him do it)
Fly the flag at half mast, Lord, we're marching straight to Hell
Six Hail Margueritas, we're headed straight to Hell
Signed away my signature
Signed away my reputation
Signed away my we're marching straight to Hell... Christian!
Halo Flaming Lead
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I refuse to endure vacuum worship
You may call me the fugitive soul
I got a hard line from the great dictator
Cos I didn't confess to Father Masturbator
They wanted to see if I'd float
In a concrete overcoat
They wanted to see if I'd still be laughing
If they crushed me with falling masonry
Left a ring around the bloodbath
A ring ring ring ring ring of fire
They made me trip the light fantastic in a halo flaming lead
And that halo flaming lead burnt me to the quick
I'm dancing in a halo flaming lead
I fell into the ring of fire
Eardrums burst by a mortar barrage
Classic case of enemy sabotage
Collapsing in a family two car garage
Soda snipers still at large
Withering shower of molten metal
Storm of bullets at Crete de la Mort
The halo flaming lead burnt me to the quick
Halo flaming lead, halo flaming lead
That halo flaming lead burnt me to the quick
Still refused to acknowledge their regime of terror
They slapped me around with a short fat plank
Acted like a Capote story
Said you're never going to see your kid sister again
Strung me up by my thumbs over Niagara Falls
Tore my teeth out, broke my jaw
Stuck my head in a gas oven, cut off my leg with a circular saw
And just as I started to think I'd died
I discovered that I'd been crucified
"Crucified?" - yeah, crucified
Crucified! Crucified!
Halo flaming lead, halo flamin lead
OKFM
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OK freeze mother!
Wash It All Off
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Fear isn't fun... what price enjoyment
From an ashtray anchor acne ashtray like you
Give me apathy... give me pain
Give me pain like a nicotine stain
And I can't decide if you're malignant or benign
You're a hit and run, hit and run, you are a hit and run
That's right baby...
Wash it all off
That's right baby, wash it
Wash it all off
You gotta wash it
Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism
I'm simping and I'm scraving until the next little fill-in-a-hole
Mental hygiene
Assassinate
Assassinator-nita-nator
Wash it all off
Wash it
You gotta wash it
Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism
I can see the quality but you just feel the length
Stretch and poke and pop and stretch and poke and pop
and stretch and poke
And stretchpokepop stretchpokepop stretch
Wash it all off
Come on that's right baby wash it
Wash it wash wash wash wash wash wash
Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism
You've got foetus on your breath
Why kill time when you can kill yourself
You've got some foetus on your breath, baby
Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
A suck and what a fight
You willed - oh well - oilwell - Orwell
Wash it all off
Wash it wash it wash it
Wash wash wash wash
Supercalifragilistic sadomasochism
Today I Started Slogging Again
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I'm gonna be short, tell you a story
About vice, lice and depravity
About the M.A.R.Q.U.I.S. D.E. S.A.D.E.
But first I'm gonna tell you what I started doing again today
You know what I started doing again today?
"What?"
Lemme tell you...
Today I started slogging again
According to me, Mister Marquis, you mix up passion and cruelty
Cos passion extinguishes sympathy and makes you cold and hard like me
Stronger and stronger charms are needed to satisfy the passion
And pain awakens nerves when utilized in this fashion
The pain of others also causes extraordinary excitation
And this cruelty shows your intelligence, not your degeneration
Horrible spectacle, execution, slaughter, disease and death
You ain't tasted nothing til you got foetus on your breath
Today I started slogging again
Castration, masturbation, flagellation, come on, use your imagination
You may need lubrication for the appropriate preparation
So tighten up the thumbscrews and don't you make a sound
Cos no one leaves til their extremities are dragging on the ground
Today I started slogging again
Calamity Crush
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Socialist sitcom in a modern urbanized society
Weekend commies and born-again cows don't mean doodly squat
I'll lead depressionist youth mass to mock rebellion for a fee
Choose choose choose your weapons
We're in a calamity crush
In last week's episode, south of boredom, John Citizen was dead
Tear up the handshake - it don't mean doodly squat
Lead the depressionist youth mass
Better dead than red
Choo ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-choose your weapons
We're in a calamity crush
Repressionist sitcom in a modern urbanized society
Weekend commies and born-again cows don't mean nothing to me
Lead the depressionist youth mass into a new philosophy
Choose choose choose choose your weapons this is the calamity crush
Rug rats, drug rats, pig axe, wrong facts, had it up to here
Too late to turn back so do the calamity crush
Rug rats, drug rats, pick axe, wrong facts bringing up the rear
Too tired to go forward, too late to go to work
So do the calamity crush
We're in a calamity crush
This is the calamity crush
We're in a calamity crush
So do the calamity crush