| BAY OF PIGS |
| Ok, here's some lyrics for that ass...most are songs from the bay of pigs project, and if I had any help writing the shit, it's noted... |
| any and all lyrics (C)(R)TM chad / bopp any and all similarities to talent are purely coincidental |
| Dead Mind Babies dead mind babies of the t.v. war raised by nintendo, always indoors goin thru withdrawl when the cable goes off digital youth, adapter for a cock I don't need an a.v. jack or a broadband jill all they see is blue from a techni-color youth rot your brain make it clean watch it til you fall asleep dead mind babies of the t.v. war born with shiny buttons, remote controlled life is like a sitcom that's what we're taught got a mute button, to censor your thoughts got a program button for country and god got a power button for turnin you off goin thru withdrawl when the cable goes off digital youth, adapter for a cock I don't need no a.v. jack or a broadband loop they live inside the cable box and in vacuum tubes rot your brain make it clean you've already fell asleep *lyrics - chad, luke and darby Newport Filter Kings I need a cigarette I need a girl to warm my bed I need what you need, and we want greed I need my piece of the "american dream" gimme some nicotine gimme some dramamine sail me away on a chemical wave I need a cigarette I need a job, and I need to find god I need some weed cause I just forgot gimme some nicotine crystal methamphetamine sail me away on a chemical wave I need a cigarette and a sattalite t.v. I need all the things you sell me in my sleep without all this shit where would I be at least thats what they keep tellin me Infection toxins runnin thru my veins been infected, for 96 days there's disease all in my head 96 days and I'll be dead more posion in my body each day more bacteria gonna eat me away sit there watch my body turn grey make me sick when I'm lookin at you you're just another virus too float around, baby float real far make me wonder what livin's for will you still wanna play I'll be seeing you in 96 days (repeat 1st verse, chorus) |
| Blind Date Rape *NEW* There's no cure for what he has just a black, leather mask an a big knife he uses to cut and carve all the dirty sluts he sharpens his blade every day every day he sharpens his blade an you know his blade is razor sharp 'cause he sharpens it with all of his heart gonna knock down your door gonna knock you right to the floor lock you in his basement for days he'll make sure every pretty girl pays he sharpens his blade every day every day he sharpens his blade an you know his blade is razor sharp 'cause he sharpens it with all of his heart LRH L Ron beats his wife L Ron loves your life L Ron wants to get you off the drugs L Ron can't ya see you can take the drugs outta me but you can't take me outta the drugs L Ron's gotta plan the aliens won't stop this man he's goin global and he wants some money from you L Ron can't ya see you can take the religion from greed but ya can't take the greed out of religion use your training routines to get the aliens outta me your pictures everywhere to see worship the religion of greed Welcome to the Night Train swimming and swimming with the little pink parranahs sink deeper and deeper into failure and denial flail her around the room for awhile chemical love and feel bad for awhile find me on the miracle mile with nothin left to lose sinking and sinking in this petri dish of bile singin the blues only livin for survival president says to do the zieg hiel worry worry worry and feel bad for awhile find me on the miracle mile with nothin left to lose untitled poem the explosion rung bells in his ears and for a moment he was a genius poet and all was right and well then he's back off to grab a nightmare bannana and some sleep |
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