JORDAN, MINNESOTA
(available on 'Atomizer' CD, 'The Rich Mans Eight Track Tape' CD, 'Pigpile' CD)

Lyrics not available

You can't think about it, really, because if you do then you go crazy, stark gibbering spitting and pissing in your pants crazy. So you don't think about it. But once in a while you do think about it, and there's all this weird shit going on and you can't believe it can all really be like this. You think of all the bad, bad things you do to yourself out of some weird need. You go places, bad places, to fulfill some gnawing need, and you do ugly things to yourself and other people not because of the ugliness - well, sometimes because of the ugliness, I guess - but usually because there's something else there and you'd do it no matter what. There are people who do. No matter what. They fuck their children, for shit's sake. A whole town. Bus drivers, school teachers, cops, storekeepers, housewives. Little boys, little girls. Very little. They play games with it, like very special hide-and-seek, and very special spin the bottle and very special poker. And every day the little boys have to get up and walk to the bus stop with the daddy who mouth raped them the night before. and they have to get un the bus with the bus driver who rubbed his shit in their hair, and say "yes maam" to the lady who made them lick her the night before, and then they have to go home, you know, where daddy and mommy have been making martinis for the little get together later on, and go hide under the covers where they know they'll be found anyway and day in and day out for the rest of their motherfucking lives and then they grow up and they have babies and like I said, you don't think about it because you go crazy.
- from the Atomizer liner notes.

Look it up, numbskull. None of the parents got locked up, only the guy who finked on them.
- from the Pigpile liner notes.



JUMP THE CLIMB
(available on 'Bulldozer' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD)

Something angry in me doesn't like the meat in you
Something angry in me doesn't like the meat in you
One look in your window, I spit in your mouth

I cut up what I don't like
Don't turn around
I'm buying a knife!

This song is called "Jump The Climb", which is a title it got before it had any words, so the title doesn't really mean much. This is the first recording we made as Big Black, and the first song written with that intent.
- from the Bulldozer liner notes.



KASIMIR S. PULASKI DAY
(available on 'Songs About Fucking' CD)

Lyrics not available

The mafia stills know how to throw a good killing when it needs to. The more colorful ones get the most attention. A bomb, for instance, doesn't need to be in the victim's car. It can be in a stalled vehicle on the roadway, waiting to go bang until the victim happens to be driving by. Other people may be driving by as well. Life's rough.
- from the Songs About Fucking liner notes.



KEROSENE
(available on 'Atomizer' CD, 'The Rich Mans Eight Track Tape' CD, 'Pigpile' CD)

I was born in this town, lived here my whole life
Probably come to die in this town, lived here my whole life
Never anything to do in this town, lived here my whole life
Never anything to do in this town, lived here my whole life
Probably learn to die in this town, lived here my whole life
Nothing to do, sit around at home
Sit around at home, stare at the walls
Stare at each other and wait till we die
Stare at each other and wait till we die
Probably come to die in this town, lived here my whole life
There's kerosene around, something to do
There's kerosene around, she's something to do
There's kerosene around, she's something to do
There's kerosene around, we'll find something to do
There's kerosene around, she's something to do
There's kerosene around, set me on fire!

Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire!

There's kerosene around, something to do
There's kerosene around, find something to do
There's kerosene around, find something to do
Kerosene around, find something to do
Kerosene around, find something to do
Kerosene around, set me on fire!

Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire!

Kerosene around, she's something to do
Kerosene around, now what do we do?
Jumped kerosene, now what do we do?
Jumped kerosene, now what do we do?
Kerosene around, nothing to do
Jumped kerosene, now what do we do?
Never anything to do in this town
Never anything but jump kerosene
Never anything to do in this town
Never anything
Jump kerosene

Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire, kerosene
Set me on fire!

In small towns, there are few forms of amusement. Two prominent ones are easy sex and arson. When the more simple exercises lose their bang, new combinations develop.
- from the Atomizer liner notes.

Any similarity between the rhythm patterns used and Led Zeppelin drumbeats is entirely appropriate.
- from the Atomizer liner notes.

While the band was active, much ado was made about the "pork roast" nature of the subject of this song. The lyrics were an afterthought, actually, and were originally about either race car driving or frog gigging. I forget which.
- from the Pigpile liner notes.



KITTY EMPIRE
(available on 'Songs About Fucking' CD)

Lyrics not available



L DOPA
(available on 'Songs About Fucking' CD, 'Pigpile' CD)

Lyrics not available



LIVE IN A HOLE
(available on 'Lungs' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD)

Go! Huh!
I live an a room, empty room
Four walls, white walls
I live in a hole
Huh! Go!

I live in a hole, not some trailer park
I won't die, in a jail I own
I live in a hole
Huh!

I live in a hole, Huh! Ho! Huh! Ho!
Every day, I get less civilised
It's a lot of work, to be an animal
Huh! Go!



MY DISCO
(available on 'Headache' EP, 'The Rich Mans Eight Track Tape' CD)

You are not mine, you ugly thing
You ugly thing, you are not mine
Not my face, not my seed, not my child
You are not mine, you are a monster
You are not mine, you are a monster
I take your blame, essential blame
Look at the monster, look at the monster
You are not mine
It's my disco, it's my disco, it's my disco, it's my disco

I take a little step, I do a little dance
I take a little step, I do a little dance
It's my disco, it's my disco
I've been a bitch, I show a little mercy
You are not mine, you are a monster
You ugly thing, essential blame
It's my disco, it's my disco, it's my disco, it's my disco
I take a little step, I do a little dance
I take a little step, I do a little dance
It's my disco, it's my disco, it's my disco, it's my disco

Bouncing baby boy. People have been asking. I just don't like thinking about it. We thought it would be such a simple thing, like buying a house or getting the practice started, you know, just just another phase in our lives. We figured it was time for a family. I'm not getting any younger you know. Neither is he. When I got pregnant, we had no idea there would be any trouble. Everything seemed all right, you know, normal. All the way up to delivery we had no idea it would be like it was, so horrible, you understand. We had no idea. Well, when we saw it, we knew right away it wasn't right. It was so purple and mean looking. Not at all like we had pictured. Then the doctor told us about the brain. It just wouldn't ever be up to snuff. Never be a doctor, that's for sure. Hardly human, I would say. Hardly. Well, I was still out of it, you know I was put under because the pain is supposed to be... I was never good with pain, you know. So I was still out of it when it happened. He was very upset, which you could well imagine, after all that anticipation. Nine months he waited to see his child, and then the disappointment. He didn't even have a child, I wouldn't say. But it was still there, ugly and mean and stupid and screaming, with our name on it. So I suppose he had been drinking with one of his doctor friends, and the thought of it was just too much. He came into the ward, he's a doctor, you know, so they let him right in, I guess, and he took the... He took it and he threw it against the floor. I guess it was several times. The nurse said it looked like he was dancing or something, so it probably was more than once, but the lawyer said to say he could only remember once, so that's what we always say. We found the best lawyer. It's costing us a mint, you know, but it's necessary. For something like this, you can't fool around because of the price. He is the best at working the jury. They were crying for him.
- from the Headache liner notes.



PASSING COMPLEXION
(available on 'Atomizer' CD, 'The Rich Mans Eight Track Tape' CD, 'Pigpile' CD)

She was his, she would take his children
Black and white, right to her own breast

There were times, when he could mix
With ordinary, white company
And if the subject never came up
No one would notice

He had what they call passing complexion
He had what they call passing complexion
He had what they call passing complexion
He had what they call passing complexion

He'd been white, he'd been black
They asked him, black like that?

In certain circumstances, a man could prefer to lose his entire heritage, when another more comfortable one presents itself. Especially if he plays piano. Especially if it's 1926.
- from the Atomizer liner notes.

(Santiago) Durango said "I'd really like to be playing this two octaves higher," and (Iain) Burgess said "No problem."
- from the Atomizer liner notes.

Nowadays we can see talk show panels composed of people who have to tell people they're black because they're pale, don't look like the "black" archetype, and therefore miss out on all the racism they're entitled to. If someone can be "black" by proclamation, then the term is as meaningless now as it was in the 1920's.
- from the Pigpile liner notes.



PAVEMENT SAW
(available on 'Songs About Fucking' CD, 'Pigpile' CD)

She went through me like a pavement saw
And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it
She went through me like a pavement saw
And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it

She smirks so self-contently, makes me sick
But she's so pretty that I can't resist
She likes to suffer, she has nothing to do
Can't hate the chick 'cause she's got no sense

She went through me like a pavement saw
And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it
She went through me like a pavement saw
And I feel stupid 'cause I was so stupid about it

The things people do when they have nothing to do can be pretty silly. Those same people can become all-important in each others lives. The things they do increase in importance in proportion. Soon a lot of people who do nothing individually scrutinize the minuscule doings of the others. This, in short, is "falling in love."
- from the Songs About Fucking liner notes.

The male-female relationship, as a subject for song, is thoroughly bankrupt. This attempt is noteworthy mainly for the preposterously drawn-out introduction and Santiago's hummingbird-like solo at the end.
- from the Pigpile liner notes.



PETE, KING OF ALL DETECTIVES
(available on 'Headache' EP, 'The Rich Mans Eight Track Tape' CD)

(spoken intro) I'm tough as dirt, I'm mean as blood. Where I blow out comes spiders. Where I step a weed dies. No smokes with diapers for Pete, King of All Detectives. Fall down on your knees, fall down and worship King Dick.

King Dick!
My business walked out with the broken man
My business walked out with the coloured man
I have no shame, I'm a hard working man
I have my pride, I'm a straight standing man
I am Pete

When I find a man, I ply my trade
I use my wits, I use my hands
I am no drunkard, I am no colored man
I am king, I am king, I am king, I am Pete, I am Pete

I find that house, I find that chick
I find that man, I find my bitch
My name and my size, I'm back with a bang
I'm peaking, I'm peaking, I'm peaking, I'm peaking
I'm Pete, Pete, yeah I'm Pete
I'm Pete, Pete, yeah I'm Pete
I'm Pete, Pete, yeah I'm Pete
Pete, Peak again, Yeah!

No regular cop has a nose like Pete. He can walk into a place, even ten days cold, take one look and say, "hadda be a spic" or "hadda be this particular guy." Fucking king, Pete. King of all detectives. His woman took off one time. Five days later she was back. Found her and the schmoe. Don't know what happened to him. Didn't ask. Probably gave him the Spaniard's choice: Shoot him in the balls or shoot him in the eye, the schmoe has to pick. Smart guy'd choose the eye, 'course in the eye, maybe you have a chance. In the balls who cares. Said once no white cop oughta ride with a colored. They won't cover you. Chicken shit. Just as soon write you off. Means nothing to them, it's just a job is all. Now alls anybody see's is colored's. All the new cops. All they hire now is colored's and women. Bet none of them has a fucking nose like Pete's. I bet.
- from the Headache liner notes.



PIGEON KILL
(available on 'Bulldozer' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD, 'Pigpile' CD)

This is our land, we got a right
We've got a lot of birds, we've got a lot of corn

I'm on a kill

This is our land, we got a right
Those are my kids, kill everyone

Awww mama

In Huntington, Indiana, there is an annual event, the pigeon kill, during which the townspeople feed strychnine-laced corn to the town's pigeons. Sometimes the children are given the responsibility of feeding the pigeons. They think of it as play.
- from the Bulldozer liner notes.

I haven't been to Huntington, Indiana since 1983, so I don't know if the folks there still kill of scores of pigeons with poisoned corn every year. Perhaps they have opted for a more permanent solution.
- from the Pigpile liner notes.



PRECIOUS THING
(available on 'Songs About Fucking' CD)

I would like to wrap your hair around your neck like a noose
I would like to wrap your legs around my neck like a lock
You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty
You are my precious thing, as long as you remain beneath me
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pin you down
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pound down on you

You are my precious thing, you are my precious thing, you are my precious thing
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pin you down
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pin you down
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pound down on you
You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty, you are my precious thing
You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty
You are my precious thing, as long as you remain beneath me

In general, someone is a thing of value if and only if he or she is willing to submit to whatever degradation and abuse is required to preserve that position. Anything less betrays a lack of commitment.
- from the Songs About Fucking liner notes.



RACER-X
(available on 'Racer-X' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD)

Lyrics not available

He was just plain cool, see. He was Rex, Speed Racer's brother, but nobody knew it. It was a big secret. Really big. Speed Racer was a pansy-ass wimp next to Racer-X. Speed, spying, machinery, little beads of sweat - he had it all. He was hooked on the excitement. Hooked on the speed. Hooked.
- from the Racer-X liner notes.



READY MEN
(available on 'Headache' EP, 'The Rich Mans Eight Track Tape' CD)

We got some unions, all I got are these molls
And I want to use them, what do you say boss?
You are my boss, you are my job
I am a gun thug, you are my job

You've got your principles, I've got bills to pay
You've got your lovers, I've got mouths to feed
Your boss is my boss, You are my job
I am a gun thug, This is my job

We are the ready men, we are the strong
Men who are lovers, men who drink wine
We are the ready men, we are the strong
We are the smart ones, you are wrong!

We are the ready men, we are the strong
Men who are lovers, men who drink wine
We are the ready men, we are the ready men

It's just a job is all. Like moving boxes or sweeping a fucking floor is all. I tell you something, I'm out here six o'clock inna fucking morning waiting in line, fucking bar ain't open. Nobody's got scratch or shit to drink. The guy comes out and says "I need three guys," fuck you, I'm going. That's 26 bucks. Guy's lucky to work. Who cares what it is. You gotta whack some guy on the head, big deal. He's on strike, he oughta know what's what, right? Rather stand out here waiting in line all day? Fuck you. Guy gave us all guns one time. Says, "Go shake 'em up." Had a fucking party. My room costs eight a day or forty a week. I can eat at Chris's maybe two, three bucks. I work four days, sometimes three, sometimes five. I get a little wine, maybe a quart. No fucking worries, mission gives me all the clothes I can carry. What the fuck else am I going to do, be a fucking doctor? Fuck you.
- from the Headache liner notes.



RIP
(available on 'Lungs' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD)

That man's shirt is worth more than your life
And I'd rather kill him than insult you
He hasn't the sense to know we're fighting
He hasn't the fear to run
We have to rip this up
It doesn't look quite right

People like that, they're to dirty to save
Better watch out friend, he's gonna get torn
I put my fingers in it, I tear it apart
Cover your ears, they make a lot of noise
We have to rip this up
It doesn't look quite right



SETH
(available on 'Bulldozer' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD)

(spoken intro) Invaded by hordes of scummy, race-mixing traitors and red-led marxist mongrels demanding human rights for subhumans. Yes, once again, we see amassed the underground army of social malcontents, racial throwbacks, and genetically-botched black boneheads. This army of ghetto guerrilas and street-razor savages that has turned our cities into jungles and our schools into battlefields. Now this army of the ignorant, the shiftless, the criminal and the irresponsible, after receiving billions upon billions of dollars in federal aid, for everything from free food to free abortions, they now come to Washington DC to demand a national holiday for this doubly-degenerate, jew-led, red jungle bunny responsible for their freedom to lope their way through life at the white man's expense. Martin Luther King, a despicable communist jew, a member of no less that sixty two communist party front groups, a black man who lusted after white women, who embraced the teachings of a half-pint hindu, and a Christ-hating jew. This criminal communist coon, they want a national holiday for him? Ridiculous...

Bit me 'cause he thought I was black
Bit me, musta thought I was black
Looks like a rat, looks like a rat
Seth is just a racist dog

I don't know why he's so mean, I don't know why she's so screwed up
I don't know why he's so mean, I don't know why she's so screwed up

Bit me 'cause he thought I was black
Bit me, musta thought I was black
Blast me in the shack, then he sent off his dog
Seth is just a racist dog

I don't know why he's so mean, I don't know why she's so screwed up
I don't know why he's so mean, I don't know why she's so screwed
I don't know why he's so mean, I don't know why she's so screwed up

This guy trained his dog Seth to attack black people. He was an asshole beyond that, but that's the sort of thing he'd do. He has a cornflakes box with his photo on the front. He's big in the democratic machine. He tried to beat up a girl tenant in an apartment building he had equipped with illegally-tapped gas and electricity. He bet on sports. The introductory message is from the America First Committee telephone hotline.
- from the Bulldozer liner notes.



SHOTGUN
(available on 'Racer-X' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD)

Got a foot and a half of unregistered steel
Shake that sis, we got a street to deal
Got an inch and a half of number nine shot
Pumped up your ass in the parking lot

Sawed off, shotgun
Sawed off, shotgun

Got an inch and a half of number nine shot
Pumped up your ass in the parking lot
Got a foot and a half of unregistered steel
Shake that sis, we got a street to deal

Sawed off, shotgun
Sawed off, shotgun

Bang bang bang bang!

Gangster social intercourse is pretty simple. No delicate conversation, no allusions or euphemisms, just demands. All your average news stand owner has to worry about, for example, is some hirsute ape who wants to widen his asshole with a cut-down shotgun. Almost romantic, that job.
- from the Racer-X liner notes.



SLEEP!
(available on 'Racer-X' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD)

My head on the ground with a mouth full of grit
Your foot on my face is what keeps me alive
When it's over, when it's over, when it's over
When this is over I want sleep!

Opened the door with a gun in his hand
Sometimes I think I'm gonna catch it in the back
Feed me a line, I've had a few
Clean my clock, guess I had it coming
When it's over, when it's over, when it's over
When this is over I want sleep!

Hey hey hey! Hey hey hey!
Hey hey hey! Hey hey hey!

Fundamental question of human existence #1: What the fuck is death all about, anyway? Is it the nap after a hard day's work? Is it the reward for staying alive long enough to crave it? Maybe the punchline to an over-long joke ("So, you've spent 40 years getting shit together. Probably didn't count on this, did you, motherfucker? Hahahaha!") Fundamental question of human existence #2: Do we deserve the consequences of our actions, or are we fucked from day one? Revenge is the motivator. The sleep is the payoff.
- from the Racer-X liner notes.



STEELWORKER
(available on 'Lungs' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD, 'Pigpile' CD)

Lyrics not available

Man, can we get a lot of mileage out of two notes.
- from the Pigpile liner notes.



STINKING DRUNK
(available on 'Atomizer' CD, 'The Rich Mans Eight Track Tape' CD)

Go!
Been so long, forgot what it's like
Like swimming, like sex, like taking a bang
Like fistfight
Think it's time I got stinking drunk
Think it's time

Been so long, what brought me to this
Been so long, forgot what it's like
Like fighting, like sex, like taking a bang
Think it's time I got stinking drunk
Think it's time
You shut up!

Go!
Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk
Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk
Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk
Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk
Get drunk, get drunk, stinking drunk!

If you haven't been (drunk) for a while (a long while), then the reasons you quit lose focus. You forget the sensations that used to be all-important. Then curiosity overcomes you.
- from the Atomizer liner notes.

Something was wrong with one of the guitar mics, but we didn't know it until we tried to mix it a month later. The miracles of modern technology saved our balls.
- from the Atomizer liner notes.



STRANGE THINGS
(available on 'Atomizer' CD)

Instrumental

Strange things I have seen. Strange things I have done.
Can a good mix save a bad song? We'll find out, I guess.
- from the Atomizer liner notes.



TEXAS
(available on 'Bulldozer' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD)

This is Texas, this is redneck
This is lone star, this is wetback
I am Texas, I am Texas, I am Texas, I am Texas

This is Texas, this is badass
This is chain gang, this is moustache
I am Texas, I am Texas, I am Texas, I am Texas
I am Texas, I am Texas, I am Texas, I am Texas

I hate Texas.
- from the Bulldozer liner notes.



THE MODEL
(available on 'He's A Whore/The Model' 7", 'Songs About Fucking' CD)

She's a model and she's loking good
I'd like to take her home with me that's understood
She's playing hard-to get, she smiles from time to time
It only takes a camera to change her mind

She's posing for consumer products now and then
I even saw her on the cover of a magazine
She's going out to nightclubs, drinking just champagne
She's looking good, I want to see her again

Boy, don't we all look smashing in red.
- from the Songs About Fucking liner notes.



THE POWER OF INDEPENDENT TRUCKING
(available on 'Songs About Fucking' CD.)

Lyrics not available

Oh, you think that was a nice piece there, eh? I'll tell you something. I got an exit book here, shows the best steak on any mile of interstate in the whole pig-friggin' country. Shows every decent motel and a few indecent ones. Shows where to get a new axle at four in the morning. Fucking bible. Well, I got another little book I wrote up myself. Sort of an exit and entrance book, if you get me. Shows me where every piece of ass I ever picked up is. I can get laid inside ten minutes just about anywhere in the fucking world. It's all in the book. This one chick though, I'll never forget it. Moved her ass like a blender. Bitch simply could not get enough. Buck and scream like a wild animal. Every time I go through Jersey I stop in for a taste. The one thing I can't stand is when they get emotional about it. Want you to call 'em and write 'em. When I'm gone, I'm gone. I'll take 'em with me for a while, we ride, then fuck, then ride. I've burned out three mattresses in the cab-over up there. That one, though. She was wild.
- from the Songs About Fucking liner notes.



THE UGLY AMERICAN
(available on 'Racer-X' EP, 'The Hammer Party' CD)

I am the ugly American, I hate what I am
I am the ugly American, I hate what I am
I take a picture of your founding father
I take a picture of your local colour
I take a picture of your founding father
I take a picture of your local colour
We're so ugly, we're so ugly, we're so ugly

I am the ugly American, I am the ugly American
I am the ugly American, I hate what you are
I take a picture of your declasse
I take a picture and you only say
I take a picture of your ugly country
I take a picture and you only say
I am the ugly American, I am the ugly American
I am the ugly American, I hate what you are
I take a picture of your declasse
I take a picture of your declasse
I take a picture and you only say
I take a picture and you only say
We're so ugly, we're so ugly, we're so ugly
I am the ugly American, I know what I am
I am the ugly American, I am what I am

Say you're cultured 'cause you have a king
Your little boys sleep with their sisters
I am the ugly American, I know what I am
I am the ugly American, I love what I am

Europeans, and Americans who want to sound like them, spend a lot of time attacking the ugly American for his lack of culture. This, from people who change their governments like we change our underwear, and whose societies force thousands of lives of begging submission and menial pandering to the very American culture they profess to hate. Feh. As Durango says, the middle class is the same everywhere, but won't admit it.
- from the Racer-X liner notes.



THINGS TO DO TODAY
(available on 'Heartbeat' 7", 'The Rich Mans Eight Track Tape' CD)

Buy a pack of squares
Arrive at the apartment
Confront the investor
Explain the situation
Have him sign the documents
Bind him to a chair
Handcuff him
Place him face down on the bed
Shoot him once
Remember gloves
Scan apartment
Kill the dog, kill the dog, kill the dog, evidence
Kill the dog, kill the dog, kill the dog, evidence
Kill the dog, evidence, kill the dog, evidence
Kill the dog

Boy genius stock trader kills investors to keep fraud fund afloat. Memo includes detailed murder plans.
- from the Heartbeat liner notes.

This song was apparently inspired by a list allegedly made by Joe Hunt which was later used as evidence against him in the "Billionaire Boys Club" trial.



TINY, KING OF THE JEWS
(available on 'Songs About Fucking' CD)

Lyrics not available

Sometimes, even killing yourself wouldn't be enough. Like when you realise that your entire life has been lived under a presumption of free will, but all you've been able to make of it is a sad parody of everything you used to hate. Slowly, without trying, everyone becomes what he despises most.
- from the Songs About Fucking liner notes. 1