1. |
We The Sheeple
03:31
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We the sheeple have come to decide that we don't want no water, we don't want no fluoride. Its all a lie designed to sterilize.We the sheeple have come to believe that what we want is really what we need. We know no greed. We only know its time to feed.
We the sheeple have come come to demand that vaccinations are banned throughout the land. We understand that god's a businessman. We the sheeple see the lines in the sky. We know they're evil but we don't know why. Its all a lie. Now its time to die.
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2. |
We're Mormons
04:38
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We're brothers, and I hope you feel the same/
We been through basic training, and you know this is no game/
If I see you on the battlefield, committing self-rape/
I will pull you to safety, and together we will pray, because…/
We're Mormons, never losing ground/
We're Mormons, we are Kolob bound.
There's bad things in the world today, like homelessness and AIDS/
And then there is abortion, and, of course, the VMAs/
Pornography is widespread, inequality of wealth/
But if there's one thing that God can't stand, it's when you touch yourself/
Ever since consecration, when we received our underwear/
I see you pulling at the fabric, trying to put your hand down there/
I tried to show you Ensign, that shows it's wrong because it is/
You think the magic's gonna save you, but the magic's all matted with your jizz/
And when you're in the bathroom for like 45 minutes, you think I don't know what you're doing,
But I know what you're doing, God the Father knows what you're doing, Jesus Christ knows what you're doing, the Holy Spirit knows what you're doing,
And all you're doing is looking at pictures of Misty Dawn, and lubricating your dick with all of our tears,
I'll hold that thing so you can't touch it, and together we will pray,
I'm so sick of everybody just saying it, you gotta feel it, in your head, in your heart,
In your left nipple, in your right nipple, in your belly button, in your right kneecap,
'Cause when I get to Kolob, I don't wanna be hanging out wondering where you are,
I wanna see you right there at the gates, and together we'll do a play about how masturbation hurts families.
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3. |
Buttfucking For Baphomet
02:34
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We had a secret meeting back in 1961/
To decide world leaders of '08, we thought we'd have a little fun/
We took a child from Kenya, and we moved him to Hawaii/
Thought the world would shit their pants when they found out the POTUS was a darkie, and we're.../
We decided to build the Twin Towers all the way back in the '50s/
And decided to tear them down in '01, 'cause we were feeling shitty/
Then one of us had an idea, and we thought it would be funny/
Let the sheeple see the towers fall, each time they count their money, and we're.../
We have been your masters since before you were even born/
The Rosenbergs, the Skull and Bones, and even Craig Kilborn/
We thought we'd fooled the masses, like a tall snake in the grass/
but it turns out that nothing gets past your ganja smoking/
community college going/
Tsoukalos fucking haired/
Von Daniken reading ass.../
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4. |
Bright Sunshiney Day
02:56
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Well, we both know that you're not much of a person/
And if I had a gun, you'd be dead, and I'd be in prison/
And each day from the death row hall, I'd stare through that little hole in the wall/ and I'd see a…/
Bright, Bright, Bright, Sunshiney Day/
Well, we both know I'm the best thing to you ever happened/
And we both know that your man's a seventh rate imitation/
Each time you blow him away with your mind, he knocks you to the floor every time, and it's a.../
Well, I wish you could see that your band's a joke along with your vision/
And I wish you could see your jobs alone make it a trite work of fiction/
Spouting Northern Temple Socialist Bourgeious, before the Punk Rock Greatest Hits Armada, and you really think it makes a.../
Well, you figured out I only gave my heard to some chords, and a vision/
And I spend too many nights up, dreaming of your complete submission/
'Cause the ghost of my dreams lives at your house/
with no heart, or mind, or legs, just a mouth/ And you can keep it, it's a.../
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5. |
Memories And Music
05:02
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Well, I guess it’s around this time of day, when I’m looking to the setting sun/
My mind just starts a-wander’n to the time when I was young/
Me and my Brother’d be waiting by the window, fighting to be the one to see/
My Daddy kick’n up dirt down the road, coming home from the factory/
Now Daddy would get up at the break of day and start walking to his work/
Where they made asbestos for the x-ray foot machines for the shoe store clerks/
Now, Daddy could never afford to get into the book of who’s who/
But he always made sure that we had food and that we had clothes and shoes/
But, the biggest gift he ever gave us had to be the gift of song/
After dinner he’d pull out his old guitar and we’d all sing along, and we’d go/
BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE!
BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE! BUTTHOLE!
POOP!
Well, it was just a few days ago I saw Mamma where she lay/
God rest her soul, 35 years old, the lord come took her away/
Now, Mamma would work her fingers to the bone, sewing sleeves to our potato sacks/
Just so we wouldn’t have to go to school with nothing covering our backs/
Mamma could take a peanut and a squirt of Texas Pete/
And turn it into a meal for the whole family to eat/
And when the gas man came to turn us off, when times were extra hard/
Somehow she made him change his mind while we played in the yard/
But the memories that I love the most are when the sun went ondown/
Mamma’d grab her trusty washboard, keeping time to the guitar’s sound, and we’d go/
Now those days are dead and gone and I’ve long since grown/
I never knew just how hard it was until I had kids of my own/
I work every day at the TSA, collecting goods to bring back home/
They’re never in need of shampoo, bottled water, phones or combs/
And every night, after we eat, we turn on the karaoke machine/
And think about Mamma and Daddy in Heaven, and Brother in prison whole we sing, and we go/
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6. |
Poopytown
03:17
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When you see her walking, she's walking down the hall/
And when you see her turning, it's cause there is a wll/
She don't do it for rings's, not even ones with rocks/
Don't you know she does it to get to the litter box/
Cause she's goin', she's goin', she's goin'/
She's goin' to Poopytown/
She's gonna get her poopy on/
Yeah, she's gotta get her poopy out/
Oooweee oooowoooo/
When you see her scratching, she's scratching at the sand/
She's got to use her paws's, cause she ain't got no hands/
She can't use a shovel to bury all the shit/
She gets real embarrassed when her peoples can smell it/
When you see her sliding, she's sliding on the ground/
Her asshole is all slimy, there's no T.P. around/
If that don't get the shit off she'll have to lick her bung/
Pull her leg out of socket, attack it with her tongue/
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7. |
Riverdale
02:06
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Riverdale, Riverdale…/
Down by the bridge, where the water flows/
Betty and Veronica…/
Let me tell you a secret that no one knows/
I’m falling all to pieces…/
Because the girl I love, she broke my heart/
And I’m moving to Riverdale…/
Gonna Leave this town and make a new start/
Riverdale, Riverdale/
Please don’t leave me guess’n…/
Cause I wanna make love on the football field/
I wanna slip away now…/
And live in, forever, what cannot be real/
Use it as a crutch, now…/
Just enough to make it through the day/
I’m gonna get the hell outta here…/
It doesn’t matter what anyone else has to say/
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8. |
'Till Death Do Us Party
01:53
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It’s the end of the world and I don’t care/
Cause I’ve got my baby standing there/
She loves me for who I am/
The Guy who can take half a gram/
Well, we smoke and we snort and we shoot and we drink/
I vomit in the kitchen sink/
When she’s passed out on the floor/
Adrenaline shot, she’s ready for more/
Till death do us party/
And we’ll never drink alone/
Global Warming tidal melt/
Hold my stick while I tighten the belt/
Chemtrails burning up the sky/
Chop me out another line/
HAARP and DARPA weather control/
Light me up a fat ass bowl/
Take my guns against my will/
Bottle of bourbon, handful of pills/
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9. |
Bacha Bazi
03:33
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Put your head on your forehead/
Put your fingers out straight like an action figure/
put it over your head like the sun's botherin' you/
Put your head on your forehead/
Somebody told him that Jeebus said, "Gotta go to the desert, and make brown people dead"/
He thought he owed 'Murica a favor, so he went to make rich people richer/
He went overseas for a piece of cloth, and that's how he got his dick shot off/
Holding a dog is a-okay, as long as you're not holding a latte/
He don't need metal arms or legs, or a therapist so he don't shoot himself dead/
When the VA kills him, and he's put to rest, his corpse is gonna feel real blessed that you.../
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10. |
Portamento Strip
02:12
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When I was a boy, mama thought I'd be a doctor/
Go to school a long time, find a cure for cancer,
Win the Nobel Brain Prize, chill with Stephen Hawking/
Fuck The Nerdy Bitches, like Mayim Bialik/
But then I heard the Portamento Strip.../
I think that it was Donny, tearing up the keyboards/
Merril mouthing Jay's parts, Jay was mouthing Merril's/
Bitching about pollution, pimping Elvis Jumpsuits/
Ghost upon the drumset, Mormon Metal Stalwarts/
Used to be a whole lot of Satan, taking over my soul/
Now I'm a little bit Country and a little bit Rock N' Roll/
Now I'm at your doorstep, asking for permission/
to tell the epic story of the Prophet Joseph/
Went inside a cave, where he found Uma Thurman/
Put a rock in his hat, to translate Reform Egyptian/
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11. |
Ferryman
03:30
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You’re a gerbil, and you’re adorable/
You’re saying “Who am I? Why am I here?”/
Well, god fulfilled his promise - now you’ll never know fear/
You were a Mormon/ You were a good one/
You died without a trace of spot on you/
Now there’s one more thing our savior wants you to do/
I’m your Ferryman/ Your flaming Ferryman/
Daryl translates the texts/ Kevin helps if you get vexed/
And I’m your Ferryman/
I spread my cheeks wide and you climb inside/
I pass the gas/ You strike the match on the pad/
And we’ll travel to the planet closest to Dad/
Let’s go!
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12. |
The Weewong Police
05:08
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If you don't start behaving, don't you know we're gonna have to call the Weewong Police/
A special branch of law enforcement, just for little kids, you know it's called the Weewong Police/
'Cause you been playing with that thing all day long, and you know that God thinks that it's wrong/
And you don't wanna have it taken away by the Weewong Police/
J. Edgar Hoover went to Nixon with a 50 page proposal for the Weewong Police/
So Nixon signed and order granting funding for creation of the Weewong Police/
And I don't wanna be hating, but they can hold that thing 'til you turn 18/
And you don't wanna be pissing funny, 'cause you ran afoul of the Weewong Police/
Do you even realize, how many good men fought and died, just so you could have a weewong?/
'Cause the Russians aren't allowed to have them, and Africans, they get so hungry they eat them/
No, freedom isn't free, and neither is your weewong/
I know that you got toys, 'cause yesterday we took you to the big shopping mall/
We went to Bible World, and bought you an anatomically incorrect Jesus Christ doll/
But an hour after bringing it home, that thing was all sticky with your cum/
That's why God gives people cancer, and that's why the world needs the Weewong Police/
God put white stuff inside you, but it's not for getting all over the walls and the drapes/
You put it in girls to make babies, that's why God's blessed us with so many rapes/
But you're spreading it all over the ground, and that's not how you get Kolob bound/
God Bless America, and his earthly agents, the Weewong Police/
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13. |
Let's Get The Cat High
01:42
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You're not putting out, and you've forbidden masturbation/
We're gonna get divorced if we have one more conversation/
Put the nip where she can see it/
Knock the bitch right off her feet/
You'd think after five years, we'd've assigned the subjugation/
I was gonna kill you, then I saw a Law & Order/
If nagging was stuff, you'd know you'd be a fucking hoarder/
make her think she's getting pettings/
then we give her tunnel vision/
If you were a whore, nobody's pay a fucking quarter/
I saw a High School picture, can't believe that you don't take Meth/
If I had my way, I'd be Peter Criss, and you would be Beth/
On the couch like a slut she curls/
saying, "Draw Me Like One of your French Girls,"/
I know I took the vow, but what about spiritual death?/
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14. |
Making Babies
03:13
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Have you heard about the new dance?/
It’s the same as the old dance/
Anyone can do it; it’s just a couple of steps/
Lie on your bed, spread your legs, wait nine months - and then/
Give it to your parents and start all over again/
You’re making babies/
Making Babies/
Who cares if the cock is a drunk or an ass?/
If he can’t do it, there’s plenty of guys who can help you/
Making babies/
Yeah, making babies/
Have you heard about the new fad?/
It’s the same as the old fad/
It’s kept the mindless busy since the world began/
No need to read or write or know how to add two and two/
A living, breathing toy is waiting for you in your womb/
Who needs the pyramids or the figure of Pi?/
The only worthwhile act is getting pregnant – spread your legs wide/
And make some babies/
I know I missed the call when I read a book/
Yeah, I know I missed the call when I wrote this song/
All that time wasted, spent learning any trying/
When all I should’ve done was whipped out my cock/
And started making babies/
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15. |
The Jungle
01:40
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Isn’t it great, now Isn’t it neat?/
Gonna sell my soul for some processed meat/
I’ve been doing it all the time; it’s not your soul, it’s mine – bitch/
Fell that cutlet against your flesh/
Outside of Texas, riding the crest/
Of a high and glorious wave/ Goodness won’t you save – the kids?/
Nobody gives a fuck about you/
So what do you think they put in your food?/
Everything’s gone rotten/ The down couldn’t be more trodden – now/
Taste the rainbow/ Cry to Mommy/
That’s why you’re a godless commie/
Gave you that chunk of my arm/ A little rat shit never did no one any harm/
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16. |
Gaybash
01:44
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I don’t want your chicken sandwich/I don’t want your spaghetti/
Why don’t you go and get fucked in the ass, already?/
I don’t want your fucking oil/ ‘less it’s for lube, girl on girl/
Strap it on and go and peg yourself to death/
And if you hail from the south/
Try and get that dick out your mouth/
I know the bible won’t tell you so/
But Jesus…
Wally world and Auto Zone/
Man, they can all go suck a bone/
Why don’t they lobby the hobby of gift-bugging?/
Why don’t you just tell the truth?/
Jesus Christ feltched William Booth/
Anita Bryant could have used some of that fur pie/
And if you hail from the south/
Try and get that dick out your mouth/
I know the bible won’t tell you so/
But Jesus was the first homo/
Suck my santorum, suck my santorum…/
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17. |
Phantom Time Hypothesis
01:00
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Coming through your solar system/
Looking for your virgin’s blood/
Coming through your solar system/
Coming like a goddam flood/
Transvestite from another planet/
Found upon your sister's diary/
Everybody knows that she's a bore/
Found upon your sister's diary/
She's got secrets Mom can't ignore/
Wad of bills in brother's sock drawer/
He's always at Uncle's house/
We all know he's getting paid off/
But is it to open, or close his mouth?/
Looking through your Mamma’s closet/
Looking for some pantyhose/
Looking through your Mamma’s closet/
Guess it’s something nobody knows/
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19. |
Nobody Likes Tina
03:31
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Nobody Likes Tina, everybody wishes that she were dead/
Nobody Likes Tina, she's ugly from her feet on up to her head/
You know, I made her a phony Facebook Page/
The first thing I posted was that she had AIDS, now I got 500 friends, and she has AIDS, 'cause.../
Sitting in the lunchroom with Kira and Clay/
That's when I see her carrying her tray/
I stuck out my foot, and I ruined her day/
Today she showed up in the schoolyard/
She pulled out her glock, and she took out the guard/
I got my hands up screaming, "Don't Take It So Hard!"/
'Cause everybody loves Tina, Nobody here wants to be dead/
Everybody loves Tina, she's a beauty from her feet on up to her head/
You know, from the second that I first saw you, all I wanted to do was to be Tina, too/
Now you know killing us ain't what you wanna do.../
Please don't shoot us all down.../
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J.D. Power & The Associates Winston Salem, North Carolina
Rock n' roll from planet Kolob.
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