King Parrot - The Stench Of Hardcore Pub Trash lyrics
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Tracks 01. Epileptic Butcher
02. Sun In The Sea 03. Psychotherapy And Valium 04. Lawnmower Dog 05. What You Need (My Cock) 06. The Stench Of Hardcore Pub Trash 01. Epileptic Butcher
Spent ammunition breeding surgical precision
It's the mess this recession delivers Have you wondered what would come of it if you told them to go shove it, If you knew it was this you wouldn't love it If you knew it was this you wouldn't love it The old curse came out from the cold Too bold, but not enough soul Profits bigger now, smaller bleaker town, Empty pockets are the final figure Don't bother counting it twice, There's a price on the tag of life, Big pack bunch mentality, Does a butcher take a stake or a knife? For your life, comin' twice, and it's on you! Heavy disgusting, just do what the slut did Charming, disabled, innocently unstable 02. Sun In The Sea
Sun in the sea, darkness bleeds
Out of the womb, you'll never be anybody Everybody's looking for the light that don't shine Hung over, un-sober mistreated by a brother, Slit her throat now know one loves her Can't reinstate it, I'll uncre-hate it Sun in the sea The sun no longer rises Shape shifters are hiding Secrets of the serpents Revealed to be in verses 03. Psychotherapy And Valium
Servant!
It's becoming a rage, False god, turned ape Bring me the pipe, show me the hate, In an obvious misdirection Second coming, Jesus running, In a world not made for you, Second coming, Jesus running, In a world not made for you, In a world not made for you, This world's not made for two Shit fight in a cage, bar-mitzvah, Bahrain! Flying higher, stoke the fire, Release the hounds of the failed empire! If there was a problem you don't need That's reality! Psychotherapy & some valium! If there was a problem you don't need That's reality! Psychotherapy & some valium! Psychotherapy & some valium! Psychotherapy & some valium! Psychotherapy & some valium! Swerving the mould, I've been here before, I'm coming for more Too much is new, I'd rather be dead, than hear your shit! Psychotherapy & some valium! Psychotherapy 04. Lawnmower Dog
Dogs going for a walk,
Walking in the park, Working through my gate, I'm mowing the lawn! Its not a motorized mower, Its a manual puppy choker! Laceration, devastation of your poochie pie! 05. What You Need (My Cock)
Slight deformity born abnormally
It's where my erection gets its blood to be, You've got your hair lip stuck to your nose, Got your ears pinned back and your big web toes! It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please My balls in your mouth yes please A nest made of flesh, intestines and breasts, Your bodies in bed and your heads on the bench It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please My balls in your mouth yes please My balls in your mouth yes please Ride it, you decided, I've got to get you going You're covered in spaghetti , ravioli and cherries. It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please It's my cock that you need, my balls in your mouth yes please My balls in your mouth yes please My balls in your mouth yes please Ride it, you decided, I've got to get you going You're covered in spaghetti , ravioli and cherries. Fuck! Ride it, you decided, I've got to get you going 06. The Stench Of Hardcore Pub Trash
Conquer and divide us, the old grey tote is dying.
Now we're marching up over the hill, the dero, drunk, broke rockers. You think we're gone but we're coming for you, We'll be back with better songs, better riffs, better pills. Determined, won't be gone without blood, I've got a meeting in an alley and I'm buying a gun. Spastic, and relentless, a little drastic, unrepentant. Hands off, your pissing me off! Yhe stench of hardcore pub trash remains! |