LYRICS
Wetty Beddy
Wetty Beddy goes in bed or in her clothes
Show her to the door smelly baby dirty feet she smells and snores
I don’t want you you don’t want me broken life I gotta pee
They play that drunk rock good time song punk rock party all night long
(Beer fights all night)
Vic Demise just gets me high
(Drunk fame all day)
Wetty Beddy go
Piss all on the floor pee baby plastic sheets you smell and snore
Wet my bed don’t come no more talk too much you fuckin whore
They hate me cause I'm a drunk see too much wine I gotta pee
They take dogs on a walk suck on bones they never talk
(Beer fights all night)
Vic demise just gets me high
(Drunk fame all day)
Wetty Beddy go
I don’t got you
You don’t got me
Nothing left I gotta pee
I don’t care my bed has fleas
You might as well come home with me
Nose Pain
I dreamed of Jesus on the Hollywood squares
An earring in his nose lost all his hair
Nose pain hey won't you let me down
She asked me which I liked better
Beer or her I wont upset ya
Nose pain hey won't you let me down
No one left to serve me coffee
No one here to bring me soft drinks
Someone help and push my cart free now I’ve got to somehow
Orphan of addiction on a mission tired of pissin’
Could not diss him actin’ like a Christian
Nose pain hey won’t you let me down wooo
Something in his hair that the geeks all fear
Selling creation just for beer
Nose pain hey won’t you let me down wooo
No one left to serve me coffee
No one here to bring me soft drinks
Someone help and push my cart free now got to somehow
Flipping
On a sleazy boulevard
Lost Christ child longing death
Virgin Mary cries for pity
I’ll die for free just for sleep
On that day
Jesus died for answers
Angels bark up crying
Flipping over his cross
Hope for hurting no more answers
Test tube child virgin death
Help for hopeless walk my way now
Mystic blur sacred death
On that day
Jesus died for answers
Angels bark up crying
Flipping over his cross
To die
To kill
Salvation in a jar
Look through you to the bleeding stars
Your religion died
In a nowhere shopping mall
Child lies bleeding mother’s breast
Monkeys kill just for food now
Dying birds no more pets
On that day
Jesus died for answers
Angels bark up crying
Flipping over his cross
Johnny_s Motel
Said it was a free love I wouldn’t buy it
Looking for some clean drugs I wouldn’t try it
Welcome to the dying motel you know the smell
Welcome to the Hotel East End, Thunderbird Inn.
Happy stay at Johnny's Motel, wallpaper melts
Happy stay at this punk rock show my friend
Call it a disease love I wouldn’t buy it
Elvis gave me tender blood I don’t deny it
Don’t ask him if he needs love rusty needle life
I hope that you got clean blood, want to see you try it
Welcome to the dying motel you know the smell
Welcome to the Hotel East End, the Chelsea Inn
Happy stay at Johnny's Motel, wallpaper melts
Happy stay at this punk rock show my friend.
She asked me do I need love I wouldn’t buy it
These punkers had the good stuff, I wouldn’t try it
Call it a disease lust rusty needle life
Don’t thank me for my seed of love I'll leave it in the trash can
Welcome to the dying motel my own jail cell
Welcome to the Hotel East End hey let them in
Happy stay at Johnny's Motel wallpaper melts
Happy stay at this punk rock show my friend.
Park That Ass
Bill coming out of the girls’ bathroom
Still flicking off his cock and snot
Tried to taze him leather saved him
Can’t get Bill he can’t be stopped
They robbed Bill at the No Frill Grill
Stuck him in the cooler writing his will
They sobbed as Bill in on the caper kept the cash park that ass bitch
I asked Bill what’s on his mind he’s not the same like aliens came
Quickies in the cooler it’s not my way
My last grasp at tazed ass
They dropped Bill outside of Cogans
Kicked him in head you’d barely know him
Ambulance came nurse tried to save him
Kick that grass park that ass bitch
They got Bill at the No Frill Grill still flicking off his cock
They sobbed as Bill in on with the caper
Kept the cash park that ass bitch
Bars of Justice
I had to pay some bills today
Shot that shit right up my arm
Think of you on the inside babe
Gave my last beer to a bum
Hey baby in the day this was your town, bring me down
Cold bars of justice get me down bring me down
They got me somehow
Latter law has no top today
Store bought justice no one’s free
Find a reason to put us all away
Serve my country with my time
Hey baby in the day this was your town, bring me down
Cold bars of justice get me down bring me down
They got me somehow
Hey baby in the day this was your town, bring me down
Cold bars of justice get me down bring me down
They got me somehow
First Fuckers
Dirty perverts beat off every night
They keep on doing it till the feelings right
Cock penis or a pulsating gland
Who needs a pussy when you got your hand?
Fist fuckers from hell
Dirty motherfuckers from hell
Fist fuckers from hell
Dirty motherfuckers from hell
Late at night when there’s no one around
We pull our cocks out on the ground
We all got boners the size of trees
We’ll masturbate and then we'll fill their cheeks cause we’re
Fist fuckers from hell
Dirty motherfuckers from hell
Don’t need lectures safe sex is cool
So masturbate you stupid fool
Cause everyone was born with a fist
So grab your cock and listen to this
Fist fuckers from hell
Dirty motherfuckers from hell
Fist fuckers from hell
Pimps
I got caught in a traffic jam today
TV lawyer told me to take the blame
Pawnshop junkie sold me back my amp
We’re the pimps dot com download in your face
Walking on the water in a sea of incest
I got the image of Jesus on my chest
I guess I need psychological help
To get legal drugs for the pain I felt
Know we can get you some pimps
Pushing pussy were pimps
Pay and we’ll push you some pimps
You know we can get you some
Pimp motherfuckers have to die
This is the last of the Jesus Christ types
Die motherfucker in her eye
They asked me to commit suicide
They asked me to join this rock band
I was high I didn’t understand
Don’t need society can’t get along
Its fake anyway give me the bong
Know we can get you some pimps
Pushing pussy were pimps
Pay and we’ll push you some pimps
Know we can get you some
I drive a Jetta I shoot a Beretta
I will backslash you but I won't upset you
I’m pimpin my sister pimpin my mom
Pimpin the weed from the bowl in my bong
I don’t mind turning you on
But if you want pussy go get a
Pimp motherfuckers have to die
This is the last of the Jesus Christ types
Die motherfucker in her eye
I saved her from giving free rides
You know we can get you some pimps
Pushing pussy were pimps
Pay and well push you some pimps
Know we can get you some pimps
Prom Mom
And the baby kept screaming
Prom mom stop hurting me
My head hit the toilet seat
In this bag I can’t breathe
Bloody mess you and me
No one wants me I just want to die infant-suicide
If I grew up I’d search the world for someone else to kill me
Prom mom stop hurting me
My head hit the toilet seat
In this bag I can’t breathe
Gurgling bloody you hate me
I’d be a porn star punk rock brat
There’s nothing you could give me
Life hate hope in death the baby screamed as she smashed its head
Prom mom I’m your dance baby
Mutant misery where’s your date daddy
Dress a mess grandma sign the form you made her kill me
This Place Sucks
This place sucks it’s fucked I work too much
I hate my job this land’s not even free, she broke her teeth
They called my name but I don’t know myself
I dug a trench now I can’t even breathe
Hey drunken babe don’t you know your head here has a price
Circle broken no hope left in Jesus Christ
No more pain but I’m not insane I’ll die tonight
McArthur marches on Annandale Heights
Hey drunken babe don’t you know your head here has a price
Circle broken no hope left in Jesus Christ
You won't get paid gotta tank brigade you’ll die tonight
McArthur marches on Annandale Heights
My Dad Smokes Crack
Pretty rock you got there son
Jumped in the car and sucked his dick
Hey you want a lick
My cat threw himself into a car
Pet suicides on the rise
Party is over when the beer runs out
Out the side of her mouth
They would not even smoke my pot
Rock knows I want a shot
My dad smokes crack on the side of the house
My dad smokes crack when my mom goes out
Wouldn’t smoke my bong
Said I don’t belong
When you gonna die
Force fed your mom force fed your dad
Sucker you’ve been had
This is the story of my life
Right I gotta die
He went to church to tell of
Killing children drugs and sex and
They would not even question why
Blame it on the high
My dad smokes crack on the side of the House
My dad smokes crack when my mom goes out
Wouldn’t smoke my bong
Said I don’t belong
When you gonna die
Don_t You Know
Don’t you know don’t you know
Don’t you want to go
Don’t you see won’t you believe
Don’t you want to be?
Anything and everything for a buck
Don’t you know don’t you ever don’t you wish them luck
Don’t you see don’t you ever don’t you want to believe
Jesus Christ fuck they saved me
Don’t you know don’t you know
Don’t you want to go
Don’t you see won’t you believe
Don’t you want to be?
Cruisin for Creation
Cruisin’ for creation a can of beer
Built a life I can’t repair finding fun dark corners
There’s no hope in dope and love
Cruisin’ for creation a can of beer
Cruisin’ for creation let’s get out of here
I met this guy candy man
Pushing cookies selling sand
Don’t mess with the gold teeth
Walk before you get popped or beat
Cruisin’ for creation a can of beer
Cruisin’ for creation let’s get out of here
Cruisin’ for creation let’s get out of here
Cruisin’ for creation a can of beer
Chucky Got Lucky
Chucky got lucky yesterday
Torn up girl broken face
Left his mark he shoulda screwed her
Fuck that bitch shoulda screwed her
Chucky won't you kill today huh Chucky voodoo bride broken lay
They say the bite of coke is strong on my dick with Chucky on
Neon Virgin Mary fuck his wooden cock you should have sucked
Knifed your back you could have used her Chucky lost it shoulda screwed her
Chucky won't you kill today doll baby mindless killing torn up face
Chucky won’t you fuck her face huh Chucky Chucky better snuff this babe kill Chucky
Chucky won't you kill today doll baby torn up face time to play
They say the bite of coke is strong fuck shit up with Chucky on
Strap-On Sally
She’s the girl next door little whore
Had a hard on down her shorts
Fist fuck her and turn her over
Strap on Sally won't you come on over
Strap on Sally blows you want more
Throw you down right on the floor
Strap you down and bend you over
Fucking slut bitch die
Strap on Sally in the day this was your town
Don’t you get around
Strap on Sally drunken fame lets fool around
Strap me down
Strap it on all fours on the floor
Has a strap on up her shorts
Fist fuck you and bend you over
Magic Monkey aren’t you glad we know her
Dr. Fuckstrange crack monster mob
She doesn’t work but she has a job
Met my true love in the adult bookstore
Eddie Murphy it’s a safer score
She gives it to the poor open door
Has a boner up her shorts
Strap on Sally was Norfolk’s finest
Cocaine blues drug pimp mindset
Strap on Sally let me borrow that thing
Put it on I become a queen
Kneel down and worship me punks
Strap on Sally it’s a geeking dream
Strap me down right now Sally
Strap me down right now cunt whore
Strap me down right now Sally
Anarchy Life
We aren’t gonna fight your wars
I’m not your slave your whore
I got a life in the street
There’s a squat out there for me
I’d rather be drunk in the gutter
Than kissing ass like you motherfuckers
Pseudo hippies cut your hair
Punk ass fuckers best beware
You Better recognize
Anarchy is on the rise
A-N-A-R-C-H-Y
Anarchy is on the rise
Anarchy life right or we gotta die
Someone blow up the FBI
Don’t coerce me
Squatters rights die in the streets
Free food for the poor
Don’t want your arms
Don’t want your wars
Nazi Fuckers gotta die
Anarchy is on the rise
A-N-A-R-C-H-Y
Anarchy is on the rise
Dying Nation
I got this song, right
Spinning in my head
We burned this flag today
Black stars go away
Here lies this dying nation
Kiss the last generation
Gumball junkies, Love life flunkies
We’re the lost generation
Of beer fight fame
Drunk punk had no shame
Place for the dead
Pet cats giving head
Here lies this dying nation
Kiss the last generation
Gumball junkies, love life flunkies
We’re the lost generation
No hope for this dying nation
Kiss the last generation
Gumball junkies, drunk drive flunkies
We’re the lost generation
Blacksheep of Society
Bye my friend it's hard to die
Didn’t want you anyway
All the birds are singing in the sky
Did drugs and the century fades
We were poor this used to be fun
Pro-abortion on a bun
Lord of the hippies king of the fakes
Why don’t you all go the fuck away
Hitler said to walk in Christ
Blacksheep of society
Pot for peace erase their history
Fuck shit up what’s in it for me
Condo kids are coming up fast
You bomb New York I got your back
Clone babies coming so stay away
Early 10’s live for today
We had joy we were fun snotty punks a little young
Too much wine too much song black sheep of society
The ‘80’s weren’t my thing anyway
In the ‘90’s I didn’t get paid
‘99 was fine but I needed more
Christ coming, mind transport
Clone baby burger mutant life
These civil wars kind of screwed my life
Deja-vous of yester-pains
Why don’t you all just fuck away
We had joy we were bums snotty punks a little young
Too much wine too much song black sheep of society
K-9 Christ
There's a new religion in the air yeah
There’s a new Nazi communist scare
The old churches don’t work no more
Feeding guilt to the poor
Skinning cats for the trash can fire
The lost in life thought he’s God
Pray ruff ruff
K-9 Christ incarnate comes back down
The second hand of God
An old lost greyhound
Aborted babies rise from hell
Hindus free cows dance around
Praying in the streetlight
My souls in lost and found
Fucking wolf
There’s a new salvation in the air
There's a new holy war satanic scare
Swarms of robo roaches take the
Evil zombie school children
Hindu Christians stomp on Muslims
Take control of every continent
And no one cares
Jon Benet
She was conceived in a shopping spree
Twisted child fashion beauty queen
The weight of the world was on her shoulders
Looked like a whore in mother’s makeup
Jon Bonet die for your sins
Jon Bonet die for your sins
You’ll look up at the preacher’s grin
Your forlorn smile marked your death
Chronic vaginal irritation
Giving dad cock strangulation
Little child plastic smile
The fashion world did you wrong
Jon Bonet die for your sins
Jon Bonet die for your sins
You’ll smell the gin on the preacher’s breath
Your forlorn smile marked your death
Wicca Chica
She had her black dress on
No longer trailer trash scum
A book of spells a piece of hell you know
Witch bitch, bewitch me somehow
Wicca chicka wicca chicka cast your spell
Set me free baby help me down somehow
I got a mind of my own it's on overload
Your religion sucks, I just wanted to fuck ya
I like your philosophy,
A piece of you for the peace in me
Which card gets me down your pants?
Witch bitch I started to chant
Wicca chicka wicca chicka cast your spell
Set me free baby help me down somehow
I got a mind of my own it's on overload
Your religion sucks, I just wanted to fuck ya
Drugs Sex Violence
I woke up in love this morning
Rolled a joint and I drank a beer
These new whores are coming over
The old ones died on Church Street last year
Drugs, sex, and violence
Drugs, sex, and violence
Drugs, sex, and violence
Mother fucking cunt whore bitch
Don’t you know you got to die
These young cowboys are coming over
They got something left to say
I don’t pay you tutti freaks for crying
Get on the street and do it my way
Drugs, sex, and violence
Drugs, sex, and violence
Drugs, sex, and violence
Sex and violence
Sex and violence
I had to pay some bills today
Shot that shit right up my arm
People dying at my feet that morning
Gave my last beer to a bum
Drugs, sex, and violence
Drugs, sex, and violence
Drugs, sex, and violence
Ol-Roy
He was owned by a rich millionaire
Scratching fleas losing his hair
They owned a chain of discount stores
The newfound wealth sprang from old fought wars
Ol’ Roy is coming to your town
They’re tearing it down
They’re building a Wal-Mart where the park was
Blue light special the only warning
Without a fight they took our country
Every townie looks like a freak
Wearing the same shit for weeks and weeks and weeks
Ol’ Roy is coming to your town
They’re tearing it down
They’re building a Wal-Mart where the park was
Mom and Pop Stores are no more
Getting rich off America's dirt poor
Slave labor money bought our country
We’ll be in bondage for ten long centuries
Runway models don’t work no more
The fashion wars fought on the Target floor
So there it is we lost our country
Roy’s dead now and dog food isn’t free
Ol’ Roy is coming to your town
They’re tearing it down
They’re building a Wal-Mart where the park was
Buttraped By Life
In handcuffs I spit in his face
He busted me just for skating
Too many tickets too many fines
They busted me for getting high
Buttraped by life
Fucking damage fucking dead
You got a bullet for my head?
I'm like you there's nothing left
Girls don't like me I got stepped on
I couldn't pay the judge's debt
What I want I can't get
I'm buttraped
Used to have a mind one day
I can't concentrate when I masturbate
I used to surf I used to skate
I want to now but it's too late
I'm buttraped by life
Fucking damage fucking dead
You got a bullet for my head?
I'm like you there's nothing left
I'm buttraped
How Would You Feel
This is a story which asks a question
If you listen I think you might get the message
If you walked into a restaurant you was hungry you had no money
To get yourself something to eat
Someone told you, “no go around the back door to get it”
Even though they won’t give it to you for free
Now tell me how
How would you feel
If you were me
How would you feel
Yeah yeah now tell tell me
You walk to the corner
You’re staying at a place called the bus stop
Bus pulls up and opens up the door
He might look at ya funny but he takes your money
And he says hey you’re not one of us
Smoke in the back of the bus
Now how
How would you feel
If you were me
How would you feel
Yeah yeah now tell me
You picked up the morning paper and all you read about
Is fighting and dying in some foreign land
And right here in front of us all fighting and dying
Trying to give squatters rights to win the constitution plan
How
How would you feel
If you were me
How would you feel
Yeah yeah you now tell me
And all you trying to do is smoke a cigarette when you want to
And all that you can see is hate in people's eyes
And you get loud and no one’s getting along with each other
And you are trying to get along with your brother
And learn how to love each other
And get it together
In this great wonderful nation
And I want to get it together
And love each other
And everywhere everybody hates me