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Angry McPisseron
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"I'm Not a Girl" -- Worm Quartet I went to a Karaoke bar with my friend Coffee In a small New England hick and junkie town We mesmerized the crowd with our rendition of “I Touch Myself” Ordered up a couple bottles and sat down There was this older guy sitting way across the bar He was giving me a weird obnoxious stare And I couldn't really tell if he wanted to kick my ass Or if he just thought he knew me from somewhere (We spoke in the loo) (musical interlude of doom) He finally stumbled over (and) told us 'bout his catholic mother We could tell he'd had a drink or twenty-three So when he called me "her" I just assumed it was a tongue slip That was courtesy of Mister Jackie D Coffee let the dam break and let loose a tide of bullsh*t 'Bout his altar boy indiscretions back in the day The guy just nodded drunkenly and put his arm around me And said "Where'd you meet this big girl anyway?" My stunned brain regressed to Grover teaching me 'bout "near" and "far" And the latter seemed quite preferable to staying in this bar So I deftly ducked and covered from the boozing loser's grasp Wished him luck on his ambiguity and started hauling ass I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) If long hair's all it takes to fool you Then you must have skipped biology, avoided sociology And probably bypassed puberty too I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) Have you ever seen a female anyhow? Cuz if women looked like me, I think the porno industry Would be filing for bankruptcy by now I'm not a girl! I was at a drive-through shouting product names at a speaker (yelled) "Just a value chicken sandwich and two pies" (distorted response "Thank you drive through") And an Oxy-basted numskull in a giant NASA headset Said "Here you go, a large coke and large fries." I shook my head politely and I restated my order And he looked at me as if this was a scam He re-studied his order screen, re-held the foodstuffs out to me And shrugged and muttered "That's what it says, ma'am." Was I s'posed to just accept my lot, and take the proffered swill? For the Mighty Screen hath spoken, who am I to doubt its will? I just told him "I don't give a f**k what's on your CRT "Can you even read it anyway when you can't even see I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) How the holy hell can't you see that? Sure my chest has got some perk, that don't mean my nipples work I can't lactate, buddy, I'm just fat! I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) Don't you know about the birds and bees? What in God's name must I do, just to get this through to you? Should I walk around with my pants around my knees? I'm not a girl! My build is not petite, I've got awkward hanging meat I can wipe myself any way I choose I don't need no medication to inhibit procreation And I don't listen to Dave Matthews I get no joy from shoppin’ and you won’t catch me she-boppin’ Though I’m turnin’ Japanese most every night (I really think so!) When my sub-torso region’s ill, I buy Cruex not Vagisil To alleviate the evil fungal blight (All Right) (All Right) I was stuck in K-Mart while my wife was trying clothes on Which is oftentimes a fate worse than a briss When I heard a hobbling 80something woman from behind me In a nasal voice say "Miss? Excuse me, miss?" I turned around and gave the bitch a look that could melt a poodle In the hope that this would make my gender clear Undeterred she gave me that impatient retail shopper look And said "Excuse me miss, do you work here?" What drugs does Medicare provide to make one think that it's the norm For a Dead Kennedys shirt and jeans to be a K-Mart uniform? As confusion turned to anger and I felt the bile flow I let loose a veangeful mad retort, the gist of which was... "Um...no." I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) Don't you dare make me whip out my gland I don't hang with my friends in malls, I've never played with Barbie dolls 'Least not without a lighter in my hand I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) I may be bitchy but it isn't PMS Not a teardrop did I show, when they drowned DiCaprio I was still thinking 'bout Kate Winslet's breasts I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) You'll seldom see me wearing pantyhose Go ahead and x-ray me, you won't find one ovary If Oprah likes a book, I know it blows I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) I'm not a girl (I'm not a girl) ... (fade out eventually) |
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Jimi Hendrix "All Along The Watch Tower"
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...why was this the FIRST song I heard today? Must be SOMEBODY'S birthday, ya think?
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Angry McPisseron
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"Adventures in Creative Nostril Swallowing" -- Worm Quartet You smell like philosophy! I prance through a field of electric genitalia and invisible condiments, but gelatinous oven mitts and cellophane pancakes just keep humping rainbows. Nobody wears goggles to church anymore. Are you gargling your xylophone at the masturbating burrito parade? Oh no! This paste is NEAT! The poodle of harm is destroying your arm while the toastlord chisels panties into clichés. C’mon, Jesus! Get out your wigglin’ boots! Pudding is to justice as atheism is to the sound of a crepe-infested bellhop trying to glaze nine mice with a one-mouse glazing wand. Excessive yak-strumming can only lead to podiatry, but cultivating rectal atrocities makes it easier to alphabetize your shredded pets. When the batteries that fuel your carrot become the horse that won’t pucker, only then shall the pope become properly funky. I’ve just been elected Delaware! If the electric superduck disavows its own uvula and you’re really a collection of sentient clothespins held together by the wet dreams of our forefathers, then I want a receipt! C’mon, France, can’t you explode just a little? This wax replica of Barbra Streissand’s left penis proves that my maiden name is Julio P. Throb-o-tron. Stop impersonating my hairline! Your monkey had much better manners before it was on fire. Is your tugboat boneless or are we still excreting conical sorcerers? The liverless know not of diesel, and yet the moon is politely farting scriptures into the goat puddle while the drooling ambassadorof stapler vomit has found a new way to turn condoms into bouillon! Let’s blame pumpernickel for apostrophes! I can’t schmuck- proof my mayonnaise until you admit that Mormons lick skates. Don’t even tell me you glued your urethra to another panther! Lend me your groin! Butter your shovel! Peel your apostles! Lubricate your acoustic waitress-hammer on a bed of boiled muppets! Taste the unfiltered nonchalance of my vine-ripened colander of pain! Marvel with soup-induced rage at my breathtaking lack of lumber or one day everything you’ve ever secreted will come back! You can neuter most of Skeletor with beans, and you can traipse like a tampon recycler through Iowa’s most cheeseless gnomeyard, but you can’t bathe pirates in Tucker Carlson’s nipples. Hey! Don’t eat my Jews! |
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Angry McPisseron
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"I Don't Give a Sh!t About Your Website" -- Worm Quartet I got an e-mail from a guy who claims to know me Claimed he graduated from my high school in the class two years below me And he sat three seats behind me in my composition class And he remembers my old Anthrax shirt that showed off the crack of my ass "Anyway" he says "Just figured I should drop you a line "To let you know that my homepage is finally online "It took me weeks and weeks but it's finally all done "So surf on over cyber-buddy it'll be such fun!" He closed with the ugliest signature I'd seen in a while And a clichéd insincere colon-parenthesis smile The message then repeated with a lot of brackets in it I stared in utter horror and just sat there for a minute From the onslaught of stupidity my mind was fuking beat But from deep in my mind a voice screamed "Dammit, delete!" And as my pointer flailed in panic trying to send this thing to hell I accidentally clicked right on his fuking URL The screen went yellow but the font was yellow too So I couldn't see a thing and there was nothing I could do My P-120 churned and growled like my hard drive was exploding 30 minutes went by and the first banner was still loading I clicked "Stop" and I clicked "Exit" but my browser just ignored me And 3 dozen Geocities ads were popping up before me Every ad had its own window every window spawned another And the windows spawned more windows 'til the screen was fuking smothered So I went for a walk, just so some time could be spent, I came back and it was still sitting at 2 percent So I made myself some dinner and I played a game of Doom, I read a couple novels and I wallpapered my room Three days later it was loaded and my keyboard started to function There was nothing but a 10-gig JPEG saying "Under Construction" The only link on the page said "click here to e-mail me" So I picked a font big enough for astronauts to see (and typed) I don't give a sh!t about you fuking website I don't give a sh!t about the life you live I wouldn't give a sh!t about your fuking website If I had a hundred spare sh*ts to give Then a few days later another blast from the past I got an e-mail from an ex- who had dumped me on my ass She said "My web site's up, it's something you've gotta see!" So I figured I should make sure there weren't any pictures of me I clicked and suddenly I was bathed in cutesy clipart galore With more flowers birds and bunnies than a fuking Hallmark store! It said "This is my page, and it's all about me. "Everything you'll ever need to know updated daily" There were stories about her sister, and pages about her Prom, And pictures of the coming out party for her Mom, There were pictures of her friends, and pictures of her hats, And a hundred thousand pictures of her scraggly ugly cats There were links to every fuking page that she even knew And each one of them was broken, she even misspelled "Yahoo" When I got through every fuking poem that she had ever wrote I figured it was time to drop this stupid bi*** a note (saying) I don't give a sh!t about your fuking website I don't give a sh!t about the life you live I wouldn't give a sh!t about your fuking website If I had a hundred spare sh*ts to give MORE SYNTH NOW! There's so much bullsh*t on the web it fills me with rage Hell, even Bea Arthur has her own fuking page So don't waste my precious time each day is only so long I could be using that time to write another stupid song So the moral of this story, I think it's plain to see If your website sucks big walrus cock don't send it to me! And if you do don't be surprised, if I get really pissed And subscribe you to the Micheal Bolton fan club mailing list! I don't give a sh!t about you fuking website I don't give a sh!t about the life you live I wouldn't give a sh!t about your fuking website If I had a hundred spare sh*ts to give PRANCE! I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website (fade to black) |
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Angry McPisseron
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"Coffee -- 2003 Grind" -- Worm Quartet CAFFEINATION ACTIVATION! Sitting in my cubicle Trying to pass the time Click the little envelope But no new mail's online My schedule program shows me All this crap I have to do A post-it note upon my desk says "Nobody called you" I write myself a reminder note To throw that note away I check my voice mail even though I've been sitting here all day It says "You have no messages No life no hope no friends" And You've still got seven hours 'Til this freakin’ workday ends But I can smell salvation It's brewing down the hall The percolator sings to me And I must heed its call As liquid touches styrofoam I feel the steam's sweet kiss And I know I'm just seconds away From caffeinated bliss Coffee coffee coffee To stimulate my brain Coffee coffee coffee To make me less insane I used to be a zombie And I'd fall asleep at work Now everybody knows me as The hyperactive jerk Now that I'm Chock full'o'nuts My job is just a game! I open up my phone book and I highlight every name! I bend my paper clips into The shapes of little men I search the net for Amish porn I take apart my pen I open up the three-hole punch And spill holes on the floor I fire staples ‘cross the room 'Til I don't have no more I laminate my lunch meat I link my rubber bands (Make a) Xerox of my hairy ass And fax it to Japan And when the buzz starts wearing off And when I'm feeling low I pour myself another mug My cup shall overflow Eleven packs of sugar And a couple spoons of creamer And I shall receive the gift of life From my liquid redeemer Coffee coffee coffee Come on and drink it up Coffee coffee coffee Nirvana in a cup I used to be a peon, just a worthless wad of gristle 'til I replaced by brain cells with instant Folger's crystals My boss calls me in his office He says "Now listen, you... "I have a little problem "with the crappy work you do "I never see you at your desk "So what's been going on? "Half the time you're at the coffee pot, "The rest you're in the John! "Your eyes are always bloodshed "Your hands they always shake "Your skin's the tone of dead flesh "At the bottom of a lake "We think this has to do with all “The coffee that you chug "So we’re switching you to decaf "And we’re cleaning out your mug" These words to me were blasphemy I found them just appalling So I kicked that bastard somewhere That I knew would leave him crawling Now I’m jobless homeless on the street You could say I’ve got hard luck But I’ve got a gun and now I’m gonna Go hold up a Starbucks Coffee coffee coffee With sugar and with cream Coffee coffee coffee The reason for my being I used to be so tired I'd pass out on the floor Now I haven't needed a wink of sleep Since 1994 Coffee coffee coffee It's great to have around Coffee coffee coffee I even eat the grounds I used to be a drone, Now I'll never be the same! I drink a hundred cups a day Juan Valdez knows my name |
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Angry McPisseron
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"Spatula" -- Worm Quartet |
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Angry McPisseron
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"I Don't Give a Sh!t About Your Website" -- Worm Quartet I got an e-mail from a guy who claims to know me Claimed he graduated from my high school in the class two years below me And he sat three seats behind me in my composition class And he remembers my old Anthrax shirt that showed off the crack of my ass "Anyway" he says "Just figured I should drop you a line "To let you know that my homepage is finally online "It took me weeks and weeks but it's finally all done "So surf on over cyber-buddy it'll be such fun!" He closed with the ugliest signature I'd seen in a while And a clichéd insincere colon-parenthesis smile The message then repeated with a lot of brackets in it I stared in utter horror and just sat there for a minute From the onslaught of stupidity my mind was fuking beat But from deep in my mind a voice screamed "Dammit, delete!" And as my pointer flailed in panic trying to send this thing to hell I accidentally clicked right on his fuking URL The screen went yellow but the font was yellow too So I couldn't see a thing and there was nothing I could do My P-120 churned and growled like my hard drive was exploding 30 minutes went by and the first banner was still loading I clicked "Stop" and I clicked "Exit" but my browser just ignored me And 3 dozen Geocities ads were popping up before me Every ad had its own window every window spawned another And the windows spawned more windows 'til the screen was fuking smothered So I went for a walk, just so some time could be spent, I came back and it was still sitting at 2 percent So I made myself some dinner and I played a game of Doom, I read a couple novels and I wallpapered my room Three days later it was loaded and my keyboard started to function There was nothing but a 10-gig JPEG saying "Under Construction" The only link on the page said "click here to e-mail me" So I picked a font big enough for astronauts to see (and typed) I don't give a sh!t about you fuking website I don't give a sh!t about the life you live I wouldn't give a sh!t about your fuking website If I had a hundred spare sh!ts to give Then a few days later another blast from the past I got an e-mail from an ex- who had dumped me on my ass She said "My web site's up, it's something you've gotta see!" So I figured I should make sure there weren't any pictures of me I clicked and suddenly I was bathed in cutesy clipart galore With more flowers birds and bunnies than a fuking Hallmark store! It said "This is my page, and it's all about me. "Everything you'll ever need to know updated daily" There were stories about her sister, and pages about her Prom, And pictures of the coming out party for her Mom, There were pictures of her friends, and pictures of her hats, And a hundred thousand pictures of her scraggly ugly cats There were links to every fuking page that she even knew And each one of them was broken, she even misspelled "Yahoo" When I got through every fuking poem that she had ever wrote I figured it was time to drop this stupid bi*** a note (saying) I don't give a sh!t about your fuking website I don't give a sh!t about the life you live I wouldn't give a sh!t about your fuking website If I had a hundred spare sh!ts to give MORE SYNTH NOW! There's so much bullsh*t on the web it fills me with rage Hell, even Bea Arthur has her own fuking page So don't waste my precious time each day is only so long I could be using that time to write another stupid song So the moral of this story, I think it's plain to see If your website sucks big walrus cock don't send it to me! And if you do don't be surprised, if I get really pissed And subscribe you to the Micheal Bolton fan club mailing list! I don't give a sh!t about you fuking website I don't give a sh!t about the life you live I wouldn't give a sh!t about your fuking website If I had a hundred spare sh!ts to give PRANCE! I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website I don't give a shiiiiit, I don't give a shiiiiii-iiiit about your motherfuking website (fade to black) |
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Billy Joel "Captain Jack"
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Angry McPisseron
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"You're Bird Stinks" -- Worm Quartet Bob: Kenneth, Kenneth, Kenneth. Ken: That's my name, sir, spoken thrice Bob: There's a foulness wafting from your fowl-enclosure device Ken: Surely crap you must be speaking! Bob: That's the stench of which I speak Ken: And from whence hath this stench cometh? Bob: From that critter with the beak Ken: There's no stench that I can sense, Bob Bob: Hath thy nostrils gone insane? Hath thy stench-sensing synapses Leapt from out thy troubled brain? Nay, proximity for long terms Must have dulled thy senses, Ken For I smell it now, and when I sniff I smell it once again Both: Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird stinks Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird stinks Ken: The olfactory offenses, Bob, that you insinuate Could they not be from the fumes Produced digesting what you ate? For the nose mayhap which smelt it Verily could be attached To the anus which hath dealt it Check thy briefs, sir, for a patch! Bob: Why, how dare you, Ken, you bastard, Ne'er a stench so ripe and foul Hath erupted from the depths of Any mortal human bowel! Let alone those that I call my own Oh Ken, you caustic cad! Ken: Bob, your poo don't smell like roses Bob: Yeah, but Ken, it ain't that bad Both: Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird stinks Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird stinks Bob: Look upon your addled parrot Was it your intent to scare it When you lined its cage with lyrics By Rob Zombie and Syd Barrett? Cuz it did what anything would do In quarters such as these Unleashed its bowels' contents With no small degree of ease Ken: Is it really necessary To critique my aviary By the way of nasal passages both mucousy and hairy Bob: No inspection was conducted I just merely passed it by And the stench, Ken, did affront The very laws the nose lives by because Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird stinks Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird stinks Bob: Kenneth, Kenneth, Kenneth Kenneth: Bobby boy Starfleet by rage Bob: Get thy stench from off thy pet, sir! Kenneth: Get thy nose from out my cage! For this pesudo-foppish discourse Now hath reached its ending line Bob: May thy testes, then, explodeth! Kenneth: And may thee, Bob, choke on thine! Both: Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird stinks Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird stinks Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird stinks Your bird stinks, your bird stinks Don't you know your bird sodding stinks Oh my! |
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Skyclad-Civil War Dance
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"I see the sadness in their eyes
Melancholy in their cries Devoid of all the passion The human spirit cannot die" |
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PaWolf
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I'm thinkin' aleen woke me up yesterday. when she posted a Moby Grape cut...I've been dusting off a few old favorites since then...
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Angry McPisseron
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"I Must Be Dreaming" -- Cheap Trick You must be dreamin You think I love you You must be dreamin To think I love you Ill never do it again There Ive said it again Really mean it this time Goin down, down, down, down, down You must be dreamin You think I love you You must be dreamin To think I love you Yeah, you had me once Oh, once and maybe twice Gonna break your heart Let you down, down, down You must be dreamin To think I love you You must be dreamin To think I love you When I take it up again Now Im out on a limb I know Ill never do it again There Ive said it again Really mean this time So I'm goin' down, down, down Down, down, down, down You must be dreamin' To think I love you Gotta get out of here If Im gonna last I know Im losin it fast Im goin down for the count Could not face the day Couldnt face another night Im sick of this sh*t You bring me down, down, down Down, down, down You must be dreamin To think I love you You must be dreamin To think I love you When I take it up again Now Im out on a limb I know Ill never do it again There Ive said it again Really mean it this time Goin down, down, down Down, down, down, down, down, down You must be dreamin To think I love you You must be dreamin To think I love you You must be dreamin To think I love you You must be dreamin To think I love you You must be dreamin You must be dreamin You must be dreamin To think I love you You must be dreamin To think I love you |
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1st song - "Dog Days Are Over" - Florence and the Machine. I have to perform this on Sunday - so excited and so terrified! I'll post videos if I do OK...
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"Xbox Live is an online homophobia club for pre-teen Tourette’s sufferers." - Brockway, Cracked.com
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Angry McPisseron
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"Metalingus" -- Alter Bridge I've been defeated and brought down Dropped to my knees when hope ran out The time has come to change my ways On this day I see clearly everything has come to life A bitter place and a broken dream And we'll leave it all, leave it all behind I'll never long for what might have been Regret won't waste my life again I won't look back I'll fight to remain: On this day I see clearly everything has come to life A bitter place and a broken dream And we'll leave it all, leave it all behind On this day its so real to me Everything has come to life Another chance to chase a dream Another chance to feel Chance to feel alive Fear will kill me, all I could be Lift these sorrows Let me breathe, could you set me free Could you set me free On this day I see clearly everything has come to life A bitter place and a broken dream And we'll leave it all behind On this day its so real to me Everything has come to life Another chance to chase a dream Another chance to feel Chance to feel alive |
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"Fuucking Hostile" -- Pantera Almost every day I see the same face On broken picture tube It fits the attitude If you could see yourself You put you on a shelf Your verbal masturbate Promise to nauseate Today I'll play the part of non-parent Not make a hundred rules For you to know about yourself Not lie and make you believe What's evil is making love and making friends and meeting God you're own way The right way [Chorus] To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn You're making us Fuuking hostile We stand alone The truth in right and wrong The boundaries of the law You seem to miss the point Arresting for a joint? You seem to wonder why Hundreds of people die You're writing tickets man My mom got jumped -- they ran! Now I'll play a public servant To serve and protect By the law and the state I'd bust the punks That rape steal and murder And leave you be If you crossed me I'd shake your hand like a man Not a god [Chorus] Come meet your maker, boy Some things you can't enjoy Because of heaven/hell A fuuking wives' tale They put it in your head Then put you in your bed He's watching say your prayers Cause God is everywhere Now I'll play a man learning priesthood Who's about to take the ultimate test in life I'd question things because I am human And call NO ONE my father who's no closer that a stranger I won't listen To see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn You're making us Fuuking Fuuking Fuuking Fuuking hostile |
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PaWolf
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REALLY old cut, always loved it!
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"Musical Doodle" -- from the SpongeBob SquarePants episode, "Ear Worm" Round and round the record spins all day Listen again it takes you far away, Trying to stop it is futile So just listen now to my musical doodle Think you control it but it’s way too hard Every time is plays it’s an electric charge The sound in your head is brutal Now you're infected by the musical doodle Do do do do do do do do do do do You're gonna listen again to the musical doodle The song that you ran from is back again You wonder if the madness with ever end, Trying to escape it is futile So just listen now to my musical doodle Do do do do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do musical doodle Listen again to the musical doodle This song is pretty short, so the next one that I listened to was: Zax from the coin-op arcade video game, "Afterburner ][" aka., "Afterburner Deluxe" by Sega from 1987. |
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Angry McPisseron
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"Climb the Wall" -- Psychic Pissbrain For reasons still unknown, my Ipod now reports this song as, "The Plastic Cat Toliet is Flooded" by, "Psychotectic Urinehead". I submit to thee some proof, in Windows .WAV format: http://ledmuseum.candlepower.us/45/tuh.wav |
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Papa Lazarou
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Lovesound by Monni
New album, really impressed. |
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Banana!
BANANA!! BANANA!!! BANANA!! Banana! |
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PaWolf
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Peeps bein' mean to a sleepin'Wolf today!
'daMissus is tryin' to make her existence on this earth short...all because she wanted me to get up. I didn't wanna hear this. Ever.
Guess what SHE is doing now?! hint: "ZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz............"
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"What we do for ourselves dies with us, What we do for others is and remains immortal." - Albert Pike |
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Angry McPisseron
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"I Don't Give a Sh!t About Your Website" -- Worm Quartet |
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Angry McPisseron
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"Musical Doodle" -- from the SpongeBob SquarePants episode, "Ear Worm" Round and round the record spins all day Listen again it takes you far away, Trying to stop it is futile So just listen now to my musical doodle Think you control it but it’s way too hard Every time is plays it’s an electric charge The sound in your head is brutal Now you're infected by the musical doodle Do do do do do do do do do do do You're gonna listen again to the musical doodle The song that you ran from is back again You wonder if the madness with ever end, Trying to escape it is futile So just listen now to my musical doodle Do do do do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do musical doodle Listen again to the musical doodle This song is pretty short, so the next one that I listened to was: Zax from the coin-op arcade video game, "Afterburner ][" aka., "Afterburner Deluxe" by Sega from 1987. |
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Angry McPisseron
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"Strap-On Brain" -- Worm Quartet You're ranting 'bout albums by the Masturbating Croutons And Vinnie Viagra and the Limp Prick Krue You tell me the Snailfuuckers were your greatest influence But Timmy Tampon and the Stringalongs sure meant a lot to you You're dropping names with Dennis Miller smugness And with Rob Scheffield pretentiousness you analyze And though you're cool on the outside, you're giggling internally Cuz though I'm nodding you can see confusion in my eyes Congratulations fuuckface You're the indie rock obscurity king So here's your fuucking trophy Go stick it in the hole that makes your colon sing Put on my strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel dirty Makes me feel dirty (Put on my) strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel so fuucking dirty now You've worked in the same cubicle for almost 20 years You've got two kids a mortgage and an SUV Climbed the corporate ladder 'til you got some underlings And bless my lucky fuucking stars, one of 'em's me You say they should mandate uniforms in public school Cuz how can your kid learn when his friend's dressed like a slob? Opinions are like assholes and yours could use some wiping But I've gotta nod and smile just to keep my job Have you always been so boring? Did you have a soul and where did it go? Was it your childhood ambition To bitch about your golf game and your stock portfolio? Put on my strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel dirty Makes me feel dirty (Put on my) strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel so fuucking dirty now Even the world's biggest moron Has always got his own point of view And he's just smart enough to know you can't disagree If he's got any power over you So when somebody's spouting walrus sh!t But you're not allowed to tell 'em Society dictates that thou shall bite thy tongue And strap a cranial dildo to your cerebellum A cranial dildo to your cerebellum You're an ex-jock with a buzzcut, raised in West Virginia With the 12-pack in your belly slowly flowing through your veins You take me aside to tell me 'bout your high school days When cheerleaders would spread for you after every game Your breath gets worse as your drunken head bobs closer And you rant about the homos and the homies and the spics And I contemplate all my possible responses And I weigh how much each one of them will get my ass kicked You wasted redneck fuuckwit Raised by the WWF Let me buy you a cold one So you can kill the three brain cells you've got left Put on my strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel dirty Makes me feel dirty (Put on my) strap-on brain to think at your level But it makes me feel so fuucking dirty now |
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