'Lard' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Prom Queen: The Marc Hall Story (2004)

Taglines:

Will "Cinderfella" make it to the prom on time?

Quotes:

Marc Hall: I like other guys... men...::Emily Hall: Yes, I know, I know.::Marc Hall: You... You know?::Emily Hall: Marc. Your hair. It's blue. And you have a poster of Celine Dion on your wall. We know.

Marc Hall: Faggots. That's why they say "faggots." When they used to burn people like her, St. Joan, at the stake, they would gather all the local homos and bundle them with twigs. These twigs - that's why they say faggots. Fuel for the main event.::Miss Lawrence: Flamers.::Marc Hall: You got it. But, hey, I mean, St. Joan was a sister of Sappho herself.::Miss Lawrence: Marc, St. Joan of Arc was not a lesbian.::Marc Hall: Hello - leading an army, dressing up like a guy, I mean, come on, dyke city. She was a big ol', carpet-munchin' lesbian.

[Marc is on the phone with a kid in a similar situation]::Marc Hall: People are gonna want to bring you down, you know? Just don't let them. Because there is nothing wrong with you, okay? Nothing. You deserve to be treated with respect. One day, you will be.

[Marc is on the stand in court]::Marc Hall: I've learned a lot this last little while.::[Marc looks pointedly at Winn]::Marc Hall: How people try and change you and make you into something that you're not. Re-create you in their own image to make them feel better about who they are.::[Marc looks at his parents]::Marc Hall: And I am just grateful for the people in my life who let me be who I am. Taught me to stand up for what is right and what is true.::[Marc tries to hold back tears as he looks at Jason]::Marc Hall: And I only regret that... that I hurt some of the people I love along the way. For that, I am sorry.::[Marc and Jason exchange a look. Marc looks down and smiles]::Marc Hall: In the end, all I wanna be is at my prom with my boyfriend, my friends. To be treated with respect that I deserve and should expect. As a gay man, the Charter of Rights guarantees me that respect, that level of dignity. And all I can say to that... is thank God.

[Marc looks out the window to see the limo pulls up with Carly and Beau inside]::Beau: [cheering] We're going to the prom!::[Marc is disappointed to see that Jason isn't there]::Audy Hall: Come on!::[Marc nods and opens the front door. He grins when he sees Jason standing there, wearing a tux]::Marc Hall: Hi.::Jason: [Jason smiles] You wanna dance?

[Vinci talks into his video camera]::Vinci: Cinderfella made it to the ball. And so ends this triumphant gay coming-of-age fairy tale. And with any luck, like all fairy tales, they lived happily ever a...::[His camera stops working... again]::Vinci: Jesus!

Marc Hall: [standing in limo, preparing to leave for prom] I'm queen of the world!

Actors R.D. Reid (actor), David Ferry (actor), Jean Pierre Bergeron (actor), Dave Foley (actor), Justin Kelly (miscellaneous crew), Danny Webber (miscellaneous crew), Barbara Gordon (actress), Gary Reineke (actor), Scott Thompson (actor), Aaron Ashmore (actor), Marie Tifo (actress), John Bayliss (actor), Fiona Reid (actress), Mike Lee (editor), Danielle Depeyre (miscellaneous crew),

The Imitators (1996)

Actors Phil Cornwell (actor), George Antoni (actor), Sara Stockbridge (actress), Gary Beadle (actor), Jessica Squires (actress), David Doyle (actor), Virginia Fiol (actress), Richie Winearls (director), Richie Winearls (actor), Frances Lima (actress), Richie Winearls (writer), Richie Winearls (producer), Harvey Bainbridge (composer), Jimmy Fagg (actor), Saltz (actor),

The Yellow Haired Kid (1952)

Actors Frank McDonald (director), Johnny Carpenter (actor), Wade Crosby (actor), Andy Devine (actor), Alan Hale Jr. (actor), Riley Hill (actor), Marcia Mae Jones (actress), Renie Riano (actress), Maurice Tombragel (writer), David Bruce (actor), Guy Madison (actor), Emory Parnell (actor), William Phipps (actor), Tom Tyler (actor), Tommy Ivo (actor),

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  Power of Lard - EPshow lyrics

  Power of Lard - EP

  Lay me down on a griddle of sweat
  Lay me down, it's been a long day
  Time to unwind, time to relax
  Let the tension flow away
  My body's weary and full of holes
  Hollow jets in my fingers and my toes
  Too tired to masturbate
  No sound in the dark as I float in outer space
  Touch down on an astroturf plain
  Peewee golf balls roll by my face
  Golf tees hammered through my feet and my hands
  Nailed as an example again
  Tied down with fishing line
  Lilliputian sacrifice
  Fireworks go off, I hear the cheers
  Smell the hot dogs
  Smell the mustard and the beer
  Sharp needles pierce my flesh
  Hypodermics press down and inject
  20 gallons of Canfield's diet Fudge Soda
  Effervescent bubbling chocolate blood
  Micron by micron my flesh starts to melt
  All that's left is brain and bones
  Hot beams on the cool wet sand
  Bury me- with the help of the wind and the waves
  Submerged in the cool soil
  Earthworms crawl in and crawl out
  Further down is the underground aquifer cave
  The bats and blindfish
  Are all my friends
  Soil hardens and it starts to crack
  The lake is dry as desert air
  Sidewinders crawl through my eye sockets
  Their soft white underbelly feels like love
  Blowing tumbleweeds stick to my ribs
  Night falls, the sky is red
  Captain Beefheart flies up on gargoyle wings
  Talons reach down to take me back again
  Reborn on a bed of white
  Incubator filters out the light
  A thousand breasts massage my face
  But Life is calling to take me away
  (Open up, we have a warrant)
  Learn to walk another day
  Learn to walk another day
  Ohm, ohm, ohm, ohm, etc

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  Mate Spawn & Dieshow lyrics

  Mate Spawn & Die

  Hair by mail
  Tit jobs for teens
  Go broke appearing rich
  Searching for rosebud in the fire
  Pop stars fingers in the fans
  The therapist you wish you had
  Crucifix or lubricant
  Government by fad!
  Mate! Spawn! & Die!
  Mate! Spawn! & Die!
  My my my my...
  Are those salmon upstream turning red
  From shear embarassment
  Came all this way up all them ladders
  Without checking a map
  May the farce be with you
  In one corner of the ring
  That cherished myth
  Falling in love magically solves
  Every problem you've ever had
  In the other corner
  Spoon size shredded dreams
  The Gods must be lazy
  The movie goers must be crazy
  Mate! Spawn! & Die!
  Mate! Spawn! & Die!
  My my my my...
  Wrong worm, hooked again
  Mounted on the wall in my own den
  I'll talk alone to a firefly
  Dial 1-900-Suk-Me-Dry
  You can't throw me to the lions
  I'm Charlton Heston!
  You can't throw me to the lions
  I'm Charlton Heston!
  Mate! Spawn! & Die!
  Mate! Spawn! & Die!
  Yippe Ti-Yi-Yi-Yo
  Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho
  What do you really want for Christmas, children?
  "...Mmmmm...
  Nice place ya got here, darlin'
  Sure wish the hot water worked
  Gotta rinse my jizz off before mornin'
  Or I'll itch for a week - "
  Rarp!
  Damn! that water's cold
  Agh!
  Eeee!
  Steven Tyler
  Of all people once said
  "If men bled
  Would tampons be free?"
  Omi'god, I gotta get goin'
  "Now?"
  I forgot to feed the cat

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  War Pimp Renaissanceshow lyrics

  War Pimp Renaissance

  War Pimp Renaissance
  War Pimp Renaissance
  War Pimp Renaissance
  War Pimp Renaissance
  Yippee Tai-Yai-Yai Yo
  Evil Commie empire's gone
  Yippee Tai-Yai-Yai Yay
  Now we're the only one
  Let there be peace on earth
  What ever gave you that idea
  Economy depends on guns
  We'll have an arms race with ourselves
  March, March
  Forward to the caves
  War Pimp Renaissance
  War Pimp Renaissance
  War Pimp Renaissance
  War Pimp Renaissance
  General who's never been to war
  Is like a rapist who's never been laid
  Like shootin' fish in a barrel
  Inner child must be fed
  Deep fry a quarter million ragheads
  Into crispy eagle snacks
  Pure chewing satisfaction
  Pure chewing satisfaction
  March, March
  Ah Ha Ha Ha
  Question ain't, who killed JFK
  But, where are they now
  War Pimp Renaissance
  War Pimp Renaissance
  War Pimp Renaissance
  War Pimp Renaissance
  Who's a-gonna buy our missiles
  Who's a-gonna buy our guns
  Everyone on the whole damned planet
  We'll throw in free land mines
  Starve the Russians 'til a nut takes over
  Put the Arms Race back on boil
  As the world's population's exploding
  Wars for water, not oil
  Too damn many people already
  Clutter land we could use for golf
  Egg 'em on to bloodbaths like Rwanda
  Help 'em eat each other alive
  Praise God
  We bropught the rapture on

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  Theyre Coming To Take Me Awayshow lyrics

  Theyre Coming To Take Me Away

  Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berzerk?
  Well, you left me anyhow and every day got worse and worse and now you see I've gone completely out of my mind.
  CHORUS:
  And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
  They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
  the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time, and I'll be happy to see those nice gorillas in white coats
  They're coming to take me away ha ha
  You thought it was joke and so you laughed when I had said that losing you would make me flip my lid, right? You know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed and laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly out of my mind
  CHORUS:
  And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
  They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
  To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle thier thumbs and toes
  They're coming to take me away ha ha...
  I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, so this is how you paid me back for all my kind and selfish loving deeds. Huh? Well you just wait they'll find you yet, and when they do they'll put you in the ASPCA you mangy mutt.
  CHORUS:
  And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
  They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
  To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice men in thier white coats
  They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
  And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
  They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha
  To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle thier thumbs and toes
  They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
  Your home the one the bank foreclosed, You cried to me Monagamy is the way we both must live or you'll feel hurt. But, I see, I see there's someone new, your anxious poly-pure-bred coat was even gone at our place while I paid the rent, thanks!
  CHORUS:
  And They're coming to take me away Ha Ha
  They're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha

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  Time to Meltshow lyrics

  Time to Melt

  Lay me down on a griddle of sweat
  Lay me down, it's been a long day
  Time to unwind, time to relax
  Let the tension flow away
  My body's weary and full of holes
  Hollow jets in my fingers and my toes
  Too tired to masturbate
  No sound in the dark as I float in outer space
  Touch down on an astroturf plain
  Peewee golf balls roll by my face
  Golf tees hammered through my feet and my hands
  Nailed as an example again
  Tied down with fishing line
  Lilliputian sacrifice
  Fireworks go off, I hear the cheers
  Smell the hot dogs
  Smell the mustard and the beer
  Sharp needles pierce my flesh
  Hypodermics press down and inject
  20 gallons of Canfield's diet Fudge Soda
  Effervescent bubbling chocolate blood
  Micron by micron my flesh starts to melt
  All that's left is brain and bones
  Hot beams on the cool wet sand
  Bury me- with the help of the wind and the waves
  Submerged in the cool soil
  Earthworms crawl in and crawl out
  Further down is the underground aquifer cave
  The bats and blindfish
  Are all my friends
  Soil hardens and it starts to crack
  The lake is dry as desert air
  Sidewinders crawl through my eye sockets
  Their soft white underbelly feels like love
  Blowing tumbleweeds stick to my ribs
  Night falls, the sky is red
  Captain Beefheart flies up on gargoyle wings
  Talons reach down to take me back again
  Reborn on a bed of white
  Incubator filters out the light
  A thousand breasts massage my face
  But Life is calling to take me away
  (Open up, we have a warrant)
  Learn to walk another day
  Learn to walk another day

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  Ballad Of Marshall Ledbettershow lyrics

  Ballad Of Marshall Ledbetter

  Six, six, six, Dunkin' Donuts
  A twenty inch veggie pizza from Gumby's
  Extra jalapenos on the side
  And a case of Asahi Dry
  I wish to speak with Timothy Leary
  Lemmy, jello, and Ice Cube Too
  Cartoon of Lucky's with filters
  And bring a CNN news crew
  Talahasse, Florida
  Four AM, June 14, '91
  Capitol Building's occupied
  Broke the glass, walked right inside
  Wouldn't be advisable to enter
  You don't know the number of hostiles
  Of it anyone's got guns
  Or is there's hostages
  I just want to speak my mind
  More for you than just one sound bite
  This whole world is disturbing me
  I wanna cut a rap record each month
  And mail my little pinkie to George Bush
  Agh, agh
  Where are my friends
  Where are you
  Where are you
  I can't believe it's come to this
  Sharpshooters on surrounding roofs
  Traffic blocked off by SWAT troops
  Evacuate the people inside
  Pretend we're CNN, say Leary's dead
  I just want to speak my mind
  More for you than just one sound bite
  Twelve forty five, he emerged unharmed
  J.D. in one hand, in the other, cigars
  Hendrix t-shirt and his underwear on
  Guess what, he never had no gun
  I only broadcast my freakout to the world
  I was a prisoner for twenty two years
  When I broke through that door, I was free
  Not to mention pretty damn lucky

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  Lardshow lyrics

  Lard

  God's sounded the alarm
  Dare not push the snooze button
  Your favourite metalhead and mine
  Child-molesting freak
  Used Seven Seals to scare his flock
  So he could sin
  Defiled young girls beneath
  Posters of Megadeth
  But then...
  They tried to take his guns
  They tried to take his guns
  Coulda grabbed him when he's out jogging
  Or scamming chicks in bars
  But oh no
  They brought S.W.A.T. teams and tanks
  Waco's a sign
  One-World Government
  Peeling back the foreskin of Liberty
  What do we see?
  Ain't God fillin' teeth
  It's Jews and Hillary
  Communist Chinese
  Grind up orphan babies
  To sell in powder form
  At New Age health food stores
  They're trying to take our guns
  They're trying to take our guns
  They treated Randy Weaver
  Like a two-bit pot dealer
  Shot up his Little House on the Prairie
  At Ruby Ridge
  S.W.A.T. teams shoot potheads all the time
  But he was a Nazi, dammit
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  That's what I say
  What's that noise?
  It's those helicopters again
  See 'em in the sky, they're always black
  What does that tell you, huh?
  U.N. troops wait in salt mines
  Under Detroit of all places
  To storm up from the sewers
  For door-to-door raids
  To take our guns
  They're trying to take our guns
  Feminazis and eco-terrorists
  I'm not making this up
  I got my back yard bunker
  Machine guns and grenades
  To defend myself from all you
  Trying to take them away
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  Tear down those highway signs
  So the U.N. can't find me
  White Shangri-La of Post Falls, Idaho
  Will now secede
  We'll show them
  We'll show them
  Damn right it's the End Times
  When Christians win!
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die

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  70's Rock Must Dieshow lyrics

  70's Rock Must Die

  I was cruisin' in a car
  Down Melrose Boulevard
  When I stopped all the traffic
  I was laughin' so hard
  Standin' on the corner
  Was this rock n roll dude
  In leather pants thinkin' he was cool
  He had the jacket
  He had the shades
  Farrah Fawcett hair
  Or was that a wig
  Face like a turtle
  Trying in vain to look stoned
  You could tell he'd been practicing
  At home in the mirror
  He'd probably been posing like that all day
  Didn't matter that is was a hundred degrees
  In the shade
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
  Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
  Country rock making us all sick
  While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick
  Being a teen back than
  Man, it was a drag
  Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
  You think we live in pretty desperate times
  When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
  My Saturday Night Fever fantasy
  Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto
  And ram it from the rear
  Burn, baby
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Suck my ego, pay to play
  Got nothing more to say
  As we sell you a stairway to boredom
  Look around at the hip people
  Set in their ways
  Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
  Young old brats playing fossil rock
  Pistols reunions pass for rebellion
  Radio and TV gettin' to damn bland
  With collegiate boy Neil Young copy bands
  Underground's becoming an alternative joke
  Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones
  I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
  But even punks wanna go back to seventy seven
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn

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  Bozo Skeletonshow lyrics

  Bozo Skeleton

  (Lyrics: Jeff Ward & Biafra)
  Here today, gone tomorrow
  Don't need my self remembered
  But what I help create and leave behind
  Is important to me
  To dent the comfortably numb
  With constructive satire
  Make my life one big prank
  On a society I hate
  All that we are when we're on a stage
  Is vaudeville jester for a day
  As an old proverb says
  "If every fool wore a crown, we should all be king"
  My license to make fun of everyone
  Comes from knowing I'm the biggest joke of all
  Read a headline the other day
  Clown dies from a pie in the face
  Can't be on stage all the time
  The public image could swallow my life
  Living up to your own myth's no fun
  Drives our best talents nuts
  Bozo skeleton
  Bozo skeleton
  Bozo skeleton
  Where can I go to be me?
  Washington Stepford wives
  Think we'd be Stepford children
  If they could do away
  With the music we love the most
  Lyrics warp your children's minds
  - Just a minute now, that's our job -
  Your worst enemy's your own kids
  Don't talk with them, buy our lies instead
  Don't wanna hear Lee Atwater sing the blues
  Got a right to sing my way too
  Gagging those who tell it like it is
  Won't make the problems go away
  C'mon get the skeletons out of the closet
  We're all clowns in one form or another
  If we weren't hung up minding peoples' private lives
  We might not be so afraid of ourselves
  All kinds of drugs get fed into our heads
  Who are you to legislate what's best
  Never heard my music or read all the words
  Is it my heart they want to ban
  Bozo skeleton
  Bozo skeleton
  Bozo skeleton

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  Sylvestre Matuschkashow lyrics

  Sylvestre Matuschka

  Sylvestre Matuschka
  Sylvestre Matuschka
  One more
  Buried nugget
  Of the dark history
  Of the darkest side of man
  Austria, 1931
  Hungarian, hero - World War I
  Businessman
  Family man
  "Idealist? Or just plain mad?"
  To him, life must be a smash
  He blew up trestles and railroad tracks
  So he could masturbate
  While watching trains wreck
  It's a message from God
  It's a message from God
  It's a message from God
  It is my duty
  Dynamite
  End of the line
  Screeching metal
  Injured cries
  Bombs explode
  Up through my spine
  I squeeze
  I pump
  I... spray!
  Six years, Vienna jail
  Shipped to Hungary, then in World War II
  Released, cos the army needs
  Experts for demolition teams
  Some say that's how he died
  Was he in Korea? No one knows
  Have any trains wiped out
  Near a nursing home in your town?
  It is a message from God
  Those with eyes shall see
  Those with ears shall hear
  A prophecy
  To the enemy
  The world shall belong
  To the children
  I've done my duty
  So all you sexually totalitarian born-again
  And blue-nosey horney toads
  Remember this:
  No matter how many books you ban
  No matter how many records you burn
  The seeds of fertile fetishes
  Are planted at an early age
  And some where out there
  Some one amongst you
  May at this very moment LUST
  For derailing trains

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  The Power of Lardshow lyrics

  The Power of Lard

  Lard!
  Lard!
  Lard! You can see it, in the clouds up in the sky.
  Lard! Floats by in clusters in our water supply.
  Lard! It's in all of us, man. Our pores, and in our hair.
  Lard! What we conceal in those corny clothes we wear.
  Lard is all.
  Lard is divine.
  Lard is in control.
  Lard whips and chains our soul.
  We carry credit cards.
  We live in fear of art.
  Lard is the Om.
  Lard is revolution.
  Lard is the tapeworm,
  in the bottle of cheap tequila.
  That comes alive at night,
  And sneaks up and bite our nipples.
  Lard.
  Lard!
  Nowadays, most of us need someone to run our personal life.
  Someone to see that the plant are watered.
  Someone to make sure the place is clean.
  Someone to make sure dinner is waiting.
  Someone to call for theater tickets.
  Some one to make up those cheap excuses.
  What we need is Lard!
  Lard!
  The answer.
  The dancer.
  The ointment.
  The dream.
  Absorb it.
  Inflame it.
  Respect it.
  Molest it.
  Lard!
  Lard!
  The country, right now, it wants to be soothed.
  And told it doesn't have to pay, or sacrifice, or learn.
  No one is over the hill, when the mountain comes to Mohammed.
  Lard! Lard! Lard!
  We love to eat.
  We love to pray.
  Mold over mind. Hooray!
  The Power of Lard!
  The Power of Lard!
  The Power of Lard!
  The Power of Lard!
  Every time I take a crap, it's a cosmic experience.
  Religion, and chemicals are the keys to the future.
  Next time that we have sex, just pretend that I'm Ed Meese.
  The weasels have it down, man. It's a whole new age.
  Lard!
  Which would you prefer? A computer, or a gun?
  The sharks outlived the dinosaurs, you know.
  (Feel)The Power of Lard!
  (Feel)The Power of Lard!
  (Feel)The Power of Lard!
  (Feel)The Power of Lard!
  Pity the poor trainer in the stable when the racehorse farts.
  Poison Oak really is the aphrodisiac of the gods.
  When people are asleep, we must all become alarm clocks.
  Hey, man. Life is my college.
  EeeeeYOOOowwwwww!!
  (instrumental break)
  It's dental floss of the mind.
  Who will baby sit the baby sitters?
  Ever hear about the guy in New York, who's dick fell of in the bath after he shot it full of coke?
  It's okay to run out of butter in Zambia. Just smear squashed caterpillars on your toast.
  Waiter, there's a terrorist in my soup.
  Which came first? Max Headroom, or Gerald Ford?
  Are you a man or are you a mouse?
  If you love your fun, DIE FOR IT!
  Die for Lard!
  The Power of Lard!
  The Power of Lard!
  The Power of Lard!
  The Power of Lard!
  (continues in background)
  Who's gonna baby sit the baby sitters?(4x)
  The Power of Lard!
  The Power of Lard!
  Avoid Everything(4x)
  ..Everything(8x)
  The Power of Lard!
  The Power of Lard!
  (continues in background)
  LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD!
  LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD!
  LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD!
  LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD! LARD!
  LARD!

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  Faith Hope And Treacheryshow lyrics

  Faith Hope And Treachery

  Disconnected, dysfunctional
  Soulmates with nobody else
  Sing a song for the New Ice Age
  Greed has made us lonely
  Faith, Hope and Treachery
  Faith, Hope and Treachery
  Faith, Hope and Treachery
  Faith, Hope and Treachery
  Children of the 80's
  Values shaped by Reagan greed
  Don't stick long with anything
  Going gets tough, change the channel and
  flee
  Twist
  Shout
  Everyone's scared of everyone else
  'Specially who they love the most
  No kind act goes unpunished
  Show you care just shows you're weak
  So take 'em all for what they're worth
  Otherwise they'll get you first
  #1 must be preserved
  Friends aren't for keeps, they're for dessert
  Twist
  And Shout
  Faith, Hope and Treachery
  Faith, Hope and Treachery
  Faith, Hope and Treachery
  Faith, Hope and Treachery
  Years go by, get sick of games
  Warmth gets repressed just like hate
  Reagen children flunk out at love
  It's always someone else's fault
  It's always someone else's fault
  It's always someone else's fault
  It's always someone else's fault

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  Forkboyshow lyrics

  Forkboy

  A fork is a cold shiny tool
  To pierce, tear and ingest
  Whoever has the fork in hand
  Controls the meal of its choice
  We're told the first few punctures
  They're for our own good
  Better carved up in pieces
  Than blown up in the oven
  Agh! Agh! Agh!
  Forkboy
  Flies by night on stolen fuel
  To Santa Rosa, CA
  Opens a fake employment office
  "Want a job? Go get me drugs"
  People desperate for work
  Return to quite a surprise
  Busted for intent to sell
  Cops pay him a bounty
  Forkboy skips town
  Agh! Agh! Agh! Agh!
  We came
  We peed
  We conquered
  You bleed
  The choice:
  Fork Boy
  Or Finger Food
  Ugly joy
  What does it replace?
  Why wait
  When you can eat yourself alive today
  Junk bondage takeover glutton
  Ready to bore in
  Unfold his rotary blades inside
  Pull the guts out and resell them
  Buys out his next target
  With the last one's pension funds
  Thousands more thrown out of work
  So Leona won't have to settle for a mint
  Forkboy
  Picked by the FBI
  To be the black pied piper
  After Dr. King died
  Watches soap operas on TV
  While 6 billion's disappears from HUD
  Who are you working for
  What did you hope to gain
  Why do you hate your past
  So much you destroy the ones you love

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  Pure Chewing Satisfactionshow lyrics

  Pure Chewing Satisfaction

  Snake on a dune
  Sand so moist and cool
  Crawls up to a ledge
  To survey the valley below
  Slither into town
  In the velvet Elvis night
  Spiralling remains
  Of a garden of delights
  The builders are all gone
  Their monuments remain
  Outlasted by what they once controlled
  How on earth is this explained
  Sidewind
  Refine
  Survive
  What's left behind
  Can't burrow a home down here
  Old asphalt lies below
  Goodbyes from the dead play on
  Half-curied video gravestones
  Cracked patches of neon
  Flickers as the wind blows
  What kind of drugs were these creatures on
  To want so much it ate them whole
  Aversion to detergent
  Always naturally clean
  Sleep all day, crush mice by night
  More civilized if you ask me
  Sidewind
  Refine
  Survive
  What's left behind
  Wake up in the bushes
  Brush the crust out of my eyes
  Fluff the dirt out of my hair
  As the bright sun's beatin' down
  Time to hit the road
  Time to find the rain
  Away from the cage where the light bulbs
  blaze
  Hitch a ride to another plain
  Sidewind
  Refine
  Survive
  What's left behind

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  Pineapple Faceshow lyrics

  Pineapple Face

  Red Alert from the Dairy Queen
  To the Vatican from Panama City
  Yeh... Yeh...
  Calling Pope John Paul, ole buddy, ole pal
  Hey - lemme crash at your place for a while
  Yeh... Yeh...
  I know I've shot your priests all full of holes
  But you forgave the guy who shot you
  I'm being persecuted, man
  Let me in, let me in
  Yeh... Yeh...
  Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
  I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear
  Dignity Battalions terrify and rule the streets
  Pictures of the Smurfs tattooed on the sides of their jeeps
  When the mouse that roared
  Bites the elephant that feeds
  Ringmaster cracks
  20,000 whips
  Yeh... Yeh...
  All I did was double-cross the CIA
  G.E. and Lockheed do that every day
  Yeh... 'Aw yeh...
  The Gringoes siezed all my pottery frogs
  And teddy bears dressed in cammo fatigues
  The Hitler poster by the Christmas tree
  Save me, Tipper
  They're blasting Bon Jovi at me
  At me
  Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
  I shall be released, thanks to my red underwear
  Sex with boys and girls in my chopper high in the sky
  When kinder gentler bombs
  Explode in thousand points of light
  Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
  Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
  Corrupto! Asesino!
  Asesino!
  The place is surrounded
  I can't get away
  Even sent the Stealth bomber
  Just to prove it'll fly
  For Yankee teen anguish
  Use Pineapple Face
  As American as where Coca Cola got its name
  Yeh... Oh yeh...
  I promise, monsignor, you can trust me
  I'll even goon tour with David Crosby
  Yeh... Yeh...
  "Forgive me, kids, drugs ruined my life"
  I'll even tell 'em condoms make you go blind
  Yeh... Yeh...
  Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside
  Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside
  Can't show my face, can't show my face
  Can't show my face, or they'll tear it away
  Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
  Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
  Corrupto! Asesino!
  Asesino!
  Voodoo priestesses and interplanetary crack
  Hafta wonder if this guy really exists
  Who in their right mind would pose for Time magazine
  Frosted thumb in mouth, slicing his birthday cake with a machete
  Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
  Cara de Pina - Muere! Muere!
  Ding dong the witch is dead
  More warm up in Uncle Sam's bullpen
  Cartoon boogeyman to keep people scared
  I believe every word 'cos the truth is too weird
  Who framed Roger Rabbit
  Who framed Khaddafi then blew up his kid
  Nothing to do now but spill the beans
  Florida here I come

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  Volcanus 2000 (we Wipe The World)show lyrics

  Volcanus 2000 (we Wipe The World)

  Hello my dear
  Can I peel your skin
  Put it in my mouth
  And bite it
  I am the gallant captain
  Of the Volcanus two thousand
  Fell down the trash chute
  At my job
  Woke up on this garbage barge
  Thousand tons of urban waste
  Is now our pirate ship
  Fire from the catapults
  Pampers squashed in great big balls
  Clustered globs of medical waste
  Rain down on cafes
  Give us all your treasure now
  Or we'll paint your whole town brown
  Everywhere they're glad to pay
  Se we'll go away
  Yeah, yeah
  We wipe the world
  Join hands and dance
  Curl up our toes
  And squish sludge into wine
  Drink and belch
  Gene Simmons style
  Methane goes down just fine
  Rule the world from the high seas
  Kidnap dwindling vaccines
  No one dares blow up our ship
  They'd have to clean the mess
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  We wipe the world
  Yeah
  We wipe the world
  Hundred sixty million tons
  Of American trash each year
  Thousand football fields
  Thirty stories high
  Where will you put it all
  Not in my backyard
  Not in my backyard
  Oh god
  While your head's in virtual sand
  More of our ships sail each day
  You all do your part so well
  Feed us trash and we will blackmail
  Two billion tires
  Bottles and cans
  And paper plates
  Sixteen billion diapers
  They all gotta go someplace
  'Nuff aluminum
  In three months
  To build airline fleets
  Take a hint from
  Your local roach
  Join us and mutate
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  We wipe the world
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  We wipe the world
  Yeah, yeah, yeah

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  Can God Fill Teethshow lyrics

  Can God Fill Teeth

  Don't ask me why
  But I was walking down the streets
  Of Fairfax, California
  And I saw this flyer hangin'
  On a telephone pole, and it said
  CAN GOD FILL TEETH?
  That's right!
  For a $10 "Donation"
  You could see silver fillings turn
  To gold and other "supernormal dental happenings."
  New caps! Filled cavities! Bring a
  Flashlight and a mirror to observe.
  But wait a minute -
  Didn't I just read
  About how the cops are getting parents
  To plant bugging devices
  In their kids teeth
  So if they disappear they can track 'em
  Before they wind up on the backs of milk cartons
  And all that -
  And didn't I read
  That these devices can go two-way
  And everything that I do or say
  Is all goin' on tape somewhere right now
  Planted in my cavities
  And they didn't even tell me
  No wonder every bad thing
  In and out of my mouth
  Keeps winding up on my employment record
  All those fillings
  All those crowns
  I'll show them
  Who's boss of my big mouth
  Where's the pliars
  God dammit! Where's the pliars?!?
  Wilma! Where'd you put my electric drill
  This is all coming out right now - TODAY!
  Agh! Agh! Agh!
  Agh! Agh! Agh!
  Agh! Agh! Agh!
  Must be some kind of conspiracy
  The whole world's a God damn conspiracy
  Look anywhere long enough, you're gonna find a conspiracy
  Man, LIFE is a conspiracy!
  Agh! Agh! Agh!
  Agh! Agh! Agh!
  Agh! Agh! Agh!
  Needlenose
  Up my nose
  - Agh! -
  Where did all these wires come from?
  How far up into my skull do they go?
  I pull out more and more copper spagetti
  How'd my Weekly World News get all wet?
  God damn fishsticks melted again
  What are they trying to do to me?
  No secrets left in the land of the free!
  There
  No one's gonna tell me what to do
  It's worth eating baby food
  The rest of my life
  To be a free man
  Bastards:

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  Drug Raid At 4 AMshow lyrics

  Drug Raid At 4 AM

  Sheets off
  Flashlight in your eyes
  FREEZE!
  Guns in your gut
  Strip down
  Body search
  Cough up
  Or stomach pump
  To fight the war on drugs
  You must give up your rights
  You blink, you die
  I hate you more than my job
  DRUG RAID at 4 AM
  Random neighborhood sweeps
  Copters break up house parties
  Zero tolerance for pot
  Easier to get hard stuff
  Costs over 3 times more
  To keep an addict in jail
  Than to treat those trying to quit
  But no drug war funds for clinics
  Stop!
  Please!

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  I Wanna Be A Drug-Sniffing Dogshow lyrics

  I Wanna Be A Drug-Sniffing Dog

  I wanna be a drug-sniffing dog
  So I can snort coke all day long
  Bite my master when it suits me
  Get off on diminished capacity
  I wanna be a customs man
  Snoop through your stuff 'cause I can
  Sneaky peaky pry through your private lives
  Stroke your panties, jackin' off at lunch
  Weh oh, Weh oh ho
  Sure beats Alpo
  It's the life
  It's the stink
  It's the attitude
  I wanna be a San Francisco cop
  So I can speed and run red lights
  And sure as Rodney was a King
  We got ways to make you sing
  It's the life
  It's the stink
  It's the attitude
  We can seize everything
  Houses, cars, and life savings
  Keep the loot for ourselves
  Fake drug charge works every time
  I wanna join the christian coalition
  So I can molest my children
  None suspect me 'cause I've been saved
  'Til my stepdaughter drowns her kids in a lake
  Weh oh, Weh oh ho
  Spare rod, spoil the child
  It's the life
  It's the stink

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  I Am Your Clockshow lyrics

  I Am Your Clock

  I am your clock
  I am your religion
  I am your shotgun mechanical bride
  Nothing is done without my approval
  I own you
  I decide how long you sleep
  And how much rest
  You are ever allowed
  I decide what you desire
  I deny you time to think
  I am the mirror of constant humiliation
  That follows and shadows you
  Wherever you go
  And blocks out the light
  At the end of every tunnel you try
  Be on time
  Be on schedule
  Always feel
  Like you're always late
  And need more scolding and punishment
  Do not daydream
  Do not dilly-dally
  Do not fall behind
  Wings are flapping right behind you
  You know what's coming next
  As I swoop down like a hungry owl
  And sink my talons into your back
  And drag you back to square one again
  The pain gets a little worse every time
  Crash
  Crumple
  Do not pass go
  Do not collect
  Your dignity and your self respect
  Give up
  It's over
  No time allowed
  To try something you like
  The bills were all due yesterday
  You've failed
  You're through
  First we form our habits
  Then they form us
  We dress up as someone else every day
  Gingerbreadhouses
  Fireplace surprises
  What tastes the best
  The witches won't let you have
  These days, having a baby
  Is like what having a BMW used to be
  While they're asleep
  Play those New Age cassettes
  To transmit subliminal messages
  I like mom
  I like school
  I like to study
  I like rules
  I am the school teacher
  Who yelled at you for not paying attention
  And shame you in front of the entire class
  And dragged you around the room by the hair
  This is what happens to boys and girls
  Whose penmanship is messy
  Be neat, like the others
  Follow orders
  Obey what is put in front of you
  Imagination is the ultimate sin
  You can't be creative the rest of your life
  Your counselor wants a word with you
  If you liked school, you'll love work
  Resign yourself to a job you'll hate
  Get a hobby - but keep it in the garage
  Shove yourself into a slot
  Despise your ideas
  Your boss knows best
  We can't all do what we want to do
  Always settle for what you're told to expect
  Do not take chances
  You might fail
  You might fail
  You don't want to find out the hard way
  How our society treats
  The misfits who make mistakes
  Failure
  Failure
  Homeless
  Depression
  Mental hospitals
  Murder
  Born on the cutting room floor
  Die in the bin by the door
  Hypothermia of the spirit
  Why do people chase
  So many useless toys
  In search of the perfect baby sitter
  "For just $19.95 and just thirteen minutes of your busy day,
  you can have 'the full, rich experience of parenthood
  without the mess of the real thing.' It's called Video Baby."
  Creative Programming, Inc., offer "All of the enjoyment -
  and none of the commitment."
  I am your calendar
  There is no escape
  I am why you're afraid
  To respect yourself
  I lead you down garden path after path
  With carrots on a stick
  I'll let you taste but never embrace
  Peek in the wrong door, I slam it on your fingers
  Go back
  Adventure is not allowed
  Go back - not allowed!
  I leave you exhausted, henpecked and afraid
  Never quite enough money
  Never enough nerve
  To reach out for something better
  Than the grind you call your life
  The hatch of your hamster cage is open
  But guess who waits just outside the door
  Stay on your treadmill
  Keep running on that wire wheel
  Briefcase in hand
  Money rains down just out of reach
  You'll burn out soon enough
  It's all part of the plan
  When you're no longer useful
  You can finally retire
  To the glue factory of your choice
  Free at last
  To scratch your head
  Wondering what happened
  Free at last
  I bid you goodbye
  On your own
  To wait to die
  Corrected by poko666@usa.net
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  Mate Spawn And Dieshow lyrics

  Mate Spawn And Die

  Hair by mail
  Tit jobs for teens
  Go broke appearing rich
  Searching for rosebud in the fire
  Pop stars fingers in the fans
  The therapist you wish you had
  Crucifix or lubricant
  Government by fad!
  CHORUS
  Mate! Spawn! and Die!
  Mate! Spawn! and Die!
  My my my my...
  Are those salmon upstream turning red
  From shear embarassment
  Came all this way up all them ladders
  Without checking a map
  My the farce be with you
  In one corner of the ring
  That cherished myth
  Falling in love magically solves
  Every problem you've ever had
  In the other corner
  Spooon size shredded dreams
  The Gods must be crazy
  The movie goers must be crazy
  CHORUS
  Wrong worm, hooked again
  Mounted on the wall in my own den
  I'll talk alone to a firefly
  Dial 1-900-Suk-Me-Dry
  You can't throw me to the lions
  I'm Charlton Heston!
  You can't throw me to the lions
  I'm Charlton Heston!
  CHORUS
  Yippe ti-yi-yi-yo
  Ho ho ho ho
  Whaat do you really want for Christmas, children?
  "...Mmmmm...
  Nice place ya got here, darlin'
  Sure wish the hot water worked
  Gotta rinse my jizz off before mornin'
  Or I'll itch for a week-"
  Rarp!
  Damn! that water's cold
  Agh!
  Eeee!
  Steven Tyler
  Of all people once said
  "If men bled
  Would tampons be free?"
  Omi'god, I gottag get goin'
  "Now?"
  I forgot to feed the cat

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  Mangoatshow lyrics

  Mangoat

  Lotta good that P.H.D. did me
  Stuck... grocery store security
  Cigar store Indian
  Fake badge authority
  Nothing ever happens here
  Hark!
  Camera, aisle five
  Dude with hair sprayed on
  Pocketing razors
  Pantyhose... why not?
  Can opener and creme corn - what?!
  Mangoat
  Too hairy
  Must shave
  And warn others
  No foam
  All alone
  Gorilla hair
  Must go
  Creme corn
  Creme corn
  Poor Kaw-liga
  Never got his kiss
  No one-way mirrors
  To lurk behind as you undress
  He's headed for the back
  Singing, "The hills are alive...
  With the sound of music"
  Yonder
  Lady screams
  Mangoat
  In my stall
  Make him stop
  He'll shave us all
  Hair off his back
  Round the room it flies
  Inquiring minds
  Wanna know why
  Creme corn
  Creme corn
  Mangoat
  Come out of that bathroom
  We have you surrounded
  Mangoat
  Clean up your hairy mess
  Give up that frothy chew toy
  You're under arrest
  Come out with cloven hooves
  Above your mossy head
  Bite one more officer
  You'll trade that rag for lead
  Creme corn
  Creme corn
  Creme corn
  Creme corn

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  Peeling Back The Foreskin Of Libertyshow lyrics

  Peeling Back The Foreskin Of Liberty

  God's sounded the alarm
  Dare not push the snooze button
  Your favourite metalhead and mine
  Child-molesting freak
  Used Seven Seals to scare his flock
  So he could sin
  Defiled young girls beneath
  Posters of Megadeth
  But then...
  They tried to take his guns
  They tried to take his guns
  Coulda grabbed him when he's out jogging
  Or scamming chicks in bars
  But oh no
  They brought S.W.A.T. teams and tanks
  Waco's a sign
  One-World Government
  Peeling back the foreskin of Liberty
  What do we see?
  Ain't God fillin' teeth
  It's Jews and Hillary
  Communist Chinese
  Grind up orphan babies
  To sell in powder form
  At New Age health food stores
  They're trying to take our guns
  They're trying to take our guns
  They treated Randy Weaver
  Like a two-bit pot dealer
  Shot up his Little House on the Prairie
  At Ruby Ridge
  S.W.A.T. teams shoot potheads all the time
  But he was a Nazi, dammit
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  That's what I say
  What's that noise?
  It's those helicopters again
  See 'em in the sky, they're always black
  What does that tell you, huh?
  U.N. troops wait in salt mines
  Under Detroit of all places
  To storm up from the sewers
  For door-to-door raids
  To take our guns
  They're trying to take our guns
  Feminazis and eco-terrorists
  I'm not making this up
  I got my back yard bunker
  Machine guns and grenades
  To protect myself from you
  Trying to take them away
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  Tear down those highway signs
  So the U.N. can't find me
  White Shangri-La of Post Falls, Idaho
  Will now secede
  We'll show them
  We'll show them
  Damn right it's the End Times
  When Christians win!
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die
  Live Free or Die

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  Mothsshow lyrics

  Moths

  Spiral down the path
  Of least resistance
  Down a chute to a bed of nails
  That becomes a trampoline
  Bouncing lost souls
  Emperor Ludwig is with us
  From extreme to extreme
  So is Doctor T
  Technicolor stairs and spires
  Fantasia trips and wires
  5, 000 happy fingers
  Ready to play our song
  Vortex recedes
  All I hear and see
  Echoes of my face and fears
  In a chamber of one way mirrors
  Voices from the drain
  Whisper like machines
  Now that you're in our dimension
  You'll never leave
  To leash and harvest thee
  Ahh, treasure gleams
  Down, down to Bermuda Triangle
  Sink, sink 10, 000 feet below
  Time to finally meet the zookeepers
  We let swallow us whole
  Moths
  Light any flame
  They fly right in
  Deep in Chinatown
  In New York City
  Drop a coin into a cage
  Chickens dance on a hot plate
  Hot foot round & round
  Til the wheel runs down
  That's you as we view
  Through our ceiling of glass
  Kneel
  Al Jolson style
  Please, please
  Can I get a raise
  Crawl, crawl through the steaming jungle
  Please, please more purple kool aid
  Tabloid beauty corpses point the way

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  Sidewindershow lyrics

  Sidewinder

  Snake on a dune
  Sand so moist and cool
  Crawls up to a ledge
  To survey the valley below
  Slither into town
  In the velvet Elvis night
  Spiralling remains
  Of a garden of delights
  The builders are all gone
  Their monuments remain
  Outlasted by what they once controlled
  How on earth is this explained
  Sidewind
  Refine
  Survive
  What's left behind
  Can't burrow a home down here
  Old asphalt lies below
  Goodbyes from the dead play on
  Half-curied video gravestones
  Cracked patches of neon
  Flickers as the wind blows
  What kind of drugs were these creatures on
  To want so much it ate them whole
  Aversion to detergent
  Always naturally clean
  Sleep all day, crush mice by night
  More civilized if you ask me
  Sidewind
  Refine
  Survive
  What's left behind
  Wake up in the bushes
  Brush the crust out of my eyes
  Fluff the dirt out of my hair
  As the bright sun's beatin' down
  Time to hit the road
  Time to find the rain
  Away from the cage where the light bulbs
  blaze
  Hitch a ride to another plain
  Sidewind
  Refine
  Survive

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  The Last Temptation of Reidshow lyrics

  The Last Temptation of Reid

  Sylvestre Matuschka
  Sylvestre Matuschka
  One more
  Buried nugget
  Of the dark history
  Of the darkest side of man
  Austria, 1931
  Hungarian, hero - World War I
  Businessman
  Family man
  "Idealist? Or just plain mad?"
  To him, life must be a smash
  He blew up trestles and railroad tracks
  So he could masturbate
  While watching trains wreck
  It's a message from God
  It's a message from God
  It's a message from God
  It is my duty
  Dynamite
  End of the line
  Screeching metal
  Injured cries
  Bombs explode
  Up through my spine
  I squeeze
  I pump
  I... spray!
  Six years, Vienna jail
  Shipped to Hungary, then in World War II
  Released, cos the army needs
  Experts for demolition teams
  Some say that's how he died
  Was he in Korea? No one knows
  Have any trains wiped out
  Near a nursing home in your town?
  It is a message from God
  Those with eyes shall see
  Those with ears shall hear
  A prophecy
  To the enemy
  The world shall belong
  To the children
  I've done my duty
  So all you sexually totalitarian born-again
  And blue-nosey horney toads
  Remember this:
  No matter how many books you ban
  No matter how many records you burn
  The seeds of fertile fetishes
  Are planted at an early age
  And some where out there
  Some one amongst you
  May at this very moment LUST
  For derailing trains
  -

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  70's Rock Must Die - EPshow lyrics

  70's Rock Must Die - EP

  I was cruisin' in a car
  Down Melrose Boulevard
  When I stopped all the traffic
  I was laughin' so hard
  Standin' on the corner
  Was this rock n roll dude
  In leather pants thinkin' he was cool
  He had the jacket
  He had the shades
  Farrah Fawcett hair
  Or was that a wig
  Face like a turtle
  Trying in vain to look stoned
  You could tell he'd been practicing
  At home in the mirror
  He'd probably been posing like that all day
  Didn't matter that is was a hundred degrees
  In the shade
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Bogus bands, plastic rock stars
  Stupid clothes and the worst made cars
  Country rock making us all sick
  While John Travolta wags his double-knit prick
  Being a teen back than
  Man, it was a drag
  Bicentennial and no one burned the flag
  You think we live in pretty desperate times
  When people wanna go back to nineteen seventy five
  My Saturday Night Fever fantasy
  Lock the Bee Gees in a Pinto
  And ram it from the rear
  Burn, baby
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Suck my ego, pay to play
  Got nothing more to say
  As we sell you a stairway to boredom
  Look around at the hip people
  Set in their ways
  Reaching back to the things they used to say they hate
  Young old brats playing fossil rock
  Pistols reunions pass for rebellion
  Radio and TV gettin' to damn bland
  With collegiate boy Neil Young copy bands
  Underground's becoming an alternative joke
  Even Aerosmith hates all the Aerosmith clones
  I know they don't make 'em like the Son of Sam
  But even punks wanna go back to seventy seven
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die
  Well c'mawn, well c'mawn
  Seventies rock must die

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  Hellfudge

  You never know
  When it says you gotta go
  Hellfudge
  To them cheap motels down in Baton Rouge
  Hellfudge
  Roll down the window of the limousine
  Hellfudge
  I'll pay you fifteen bucks if you perform for me (No more)
  Hellfudge
  I ain't givin' you one penny more
  Gotta buy another TV station for the Lord
  Hellfudge
  Can you imagine what it's like
  To have to flash and pose
  Hellfudge
  While a fat tv preacher
  Sits and beats off in front of you
  Hellfudge
  Same one who's so obsessed with
  With anti-smut crusades (fancy that)
  Hellfudge
  Oh Lord,
  Someone let the air out of my tires
  Hellfudge
  I'm stuck-with my pants down
  Red handed in sin
  But with money like mine
  The Lord always forgives me
  When I'm dictator
  You will ALL
  Be under the iron thumb of Jeezus
  The law of the land
  Executions for witchcraft
  Televised live at five
  All Rock and Roll is pornography
  That mixed coed swimming-phooey
  I tell ya
  It promotes problems of the flesh
  Problems of the flesh
  The flesh
  The flesh
  The flesh
  I can't stand it anymore
  My fundamentalist army's
  Crackin' down full swirl
  Hellfudge
  Polyester suit nazis
  Will control the world
  Hellfudge
  If you think Khomeini
  Is a step back in time
  Hellfudge
  Just wait til I decide
  What you read and who dies
  Hellfudge
  You think we're finished
  Boy, you must be queer
  We get a little stronger
  Every year
  When I bilk your money
  I'm moral, man
  But I got a little problem
  I just can't say no
  To that Hellfudge
  So take off them clothes
  Slowly now, slowly
  And twitch your little flounder just like that
  Yehhhh, Just like they do
  In all the smut rags I pretend to hate so much
  Bite down real hard
  Smile slut
  I own you, Look humiliated, try to cry
  I despise you so much I hate myself
  Mmmmmm
  Tastes almost as good
  As one of them green bubblegum cigars
  Yeh! Hellfudge
  There's a whole lotta Shakin' goin' on in here
  But don't tell my cousin, ok
  Yeeeeh
  Great Balls 'o' Fire

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  Generation Execute

  I went to Blockhead Video
  To rent a tape of people makin' love
  Couldn't find no love in here
  "It's a family store, see here!"
  I Settled for "Faces Of Death"
  But they'd rented it to some kid
  I'm tired of the same old gore
  Kick Butt Cable Network gives me more
  All day
  All night
  Broadcast live
  Injection
  Bring the pretzels, bring the kids
  Have a party, have a beer
  Phil Donahue got his wish
  Executions on live TV
  Here's your host, Kozy Kinkwicket!
  What's your name?... You're 14?
  And what are you being put to death for today?
  Is your family here?
  What was your last meal?
  Any last words for the fans?
  Longer you cling to life-
  More prizes for your friends
  Awright
  What's it gonna be, Old Sparky?
  More points for the firing squad
  Grand prize, step inside
  The Hundred Thousand Dollar Gas Chamber
  Answer one question:
  How do we teach, 'Thou Shalt Not Kill'?
  The gas is rising
  There goes the bell
  Five minutes...
  Six minutes...
  Ladies and gentlemen,
  He's swallowed his tongue!
  Vanna applauds
  Studio audience frenzy
  Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!
  Marie Antoinette for a day
  Lose your head, feed your family
  Outside picket signs bray
  Swarms of tailgate parties
  Big gulping who knows what
  All waving flags
  Gas!
  Fry!
  God bless
  The U.S.A.
  That'll show 'em crime does not pay
  I got heaps of these on tape
  Got Clinton frying that brain-damaged kid
  And hockey fights for trade
  You got Gacy? Wooooo!
  I'll take Ted Bundy, too
  No worries if the children see