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Do No Wrong
...power!
see the skull the part of bone removed
the masterace frankinstine radio controls
the brain thoughts broadcasting radio
the eyesight television
the frankinstine earphone radio
the threshold brainwash radio
the latest new skull reforming to contain all frankinstine controls
even in thin skulls of white pedigree men
visible frankinstine controls
the synthetic nerve radio productional antennae
*?* for yourself there is no escape
from this worst death being published(?)
i can not hear you
motherfuckers
we will we will rock you
we will we will rock you
we will...rock you
let tucker do the job
we will rock you
yes we will
we will rock you
just for a while
whoo!
don't know why we run around, angry
*?*
the worst of the *?* why are we so insane
what's the reason why we don't care anymore
i think this causes one big fucking war
so a war and i kill my love and dear oh...want more(?)
no problem baby
if i asked you what we see you what we see what we see
and you want you want be
[start of song]
take a look outside because i'm walking on glass
thin ice in the future or a voice from the past
forsaken dreams decaying in the four-way zone
better look outside because i'm coming alone
better look outside because i'm coming alone
[she goes here, and she goes there, she goes where she may wanna go
wherever she may disappear he could see what he could see but do ya
really really wanna be me? do ya really really wanna be me? ha ha!
ha ha ha ha!]
a many nights before i sang an innocent song [whoo!]
rejoicing in my ignorance i could do no wrong [i can do no wrong]
took a look out side for the first time afraid
outside the glass was shattered where one time we laid [i can do no wrong]
outside the glass was shattered where one time we laid [i can do no wrong]
i can do no wrong [x8]
so i dragged my emptiness between lie after lie
poured myself another and then i started to cry
shame on you but we best go back where you belong
poured myself another i could do no wrong
i could do no wrong
i can do no wrong [x16]
i could i could...do no wrong
i could i could...do no wrong
i could i could...do no wrong
no wrong...no wrong...no wrong...no wrong...no wrong |
Henry
oh my heaven's to fucking betsy now
what...what is going on here?
what what what what...what?
william! william!
dude, i'm so there...dude dude dude dude
so...so there so there so there so there so there so there
dude dude dude
shut the fuck up!
[start of song]
i'd like to kill somebody
say that again
i'd like to kill somebody
let's me and you go for a ride
die...die die die [x8]
die...die
i'd like to kill somebody
say that again
i'd like to kill somebody
let's me and you go for a ride
it's always the same } [x4]
and it's always different }
i'd like to kill somebody
say that again
i'd like to kill somebody
let's me and you go for a ride
[end of song]
now then you've got one more chance
no no you're getting nothing else
you can all fuck off...unless you sing along
shh shh shh shh shh
dream on baby
guys guys guys guys dudes dudes dudes
it's a call...how 'bout we do a skinny pupy songs
no no no
this is a very early skinny puppy song
it's called...jingle bells
[start of song]
jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh HEY!
jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way
oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh
[end of song]
and now a special new member of pigface...
mr. bill clinton
my fellow americans
we've reached a point in history where
it's time for punk rockers like us to stand up
to stand up...take a stand against
hipocracy...the fowl deads done in the music industry
upon you...you...the public, you...the kids
a vote for me is a vote for...abba...fleetwood mac
no one eats pussy like bill
you guys you dudes and dudettes
what is going on you're so intense so intense
you're wrong you have to share the cigarette
you're wrong i just made it up like 5 seconds ago
there's a prime evil beast injuring the heart of america
dude what in the world...what in the world is going on here?
people were just standing there on stage wandering around
that's not my idea of music
that's not what i paid $12 to see
i mean it's not the show
it's not my idea of a rock show
people were just wandering around
i fucking earn my money and i like if i'm gonna pay my money
to see a show i don't want to see people wandering around
drinking beer
i got a much better reception on the arsenio show
i'll see you fuck you i'm in here for four years now
i can do what the fuck i want
four more years!
[inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale! inhale!]
i never exhaled...
guys...dudes...you guys are way too fucking cool
hey if you don't respect the man at least respect the office |
Point Blank
you only outride the same outside
and be refused by entry, cut down high
you'll be beside yourself, and criminal elements dig
the underground that stalemate to thyself the plane outside....
forego the frenzy now, it seems the edge is torn and cracked
licking, cutting, freezing for the longest time
in short the ill will be in dream
and water flow that whole that heats up inbetween us both....
sent of disseverence
the flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
they climb the sinking side
indifferent elsewhere hangs its hardened head above us on the edge....
sent of disseverence
the flame that used to fall between us is the deficit
they climb the sinking side
indifferent elsewhere hangs its hardened heads above us on the edge....
Suck
[i'm not sure about most of the lyrics to this one, it shouldn't be too
hard to find the correct ones at a Connelly homepage or something]
the sound of secrets
and faith falling
speared ammended
uninvited driving game
it falls the bloodshed play
stowaways can taunt the air
their arms revolving in clockfaced stare
fight the force so claimed against your farenheits
your bills walked out with the strange surprise
cold and fractured against your lies
shattered hand britches are underhand
destroying asylums on the sand
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
while little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are ours in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
for little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are our in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exist fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second |
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Suck
[i'm not sure about most of the lyrics to this one, it shouldn't be too
hard to find the correct ones at a Connelly homepage or something]
the sound of secrets
and faith falling
speared ammended
uninvited driving game
it falls the bloodshed play
stowaways can taunt the air
their arms revolving in clockfaced stare
fight the force so claimed against your farenheits
your bills walked out with the strange surprise
cold and fractured against your lies
shattered hand britches are underhand
destroying asylums on the sand
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
while little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are ours in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exits fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second
for little is known of the courage attacked
a ressurection under glass
they're scared again the hours are our in sight
a dream any second the watt against the night
a dream any second the watt against the night
you want to be alive when it happens
climb exist fly when the voices cry
a ruptured again for a dream any second |
Weightless
(on Glitch, titled Image of Red Cut in Half; poem about Peter Frampton(Who:))
Peter Frampton
sits alone in his shriveled black home(hole?)
searching his gruesomely mutated memory for some kind of clue
as to the whereabouts of his penis
he sits on baby, i love your way
and slowly unbuttons his (something) trousers
Slowly, he pulls down his tattered flares
and holds a mirror underneath what once was
bounty, bitch, man (undecipherable)
(??) the mirror with his heavily inverted resolution
fifteen years of (penile servitude??)
between the white (piper and rat heart????)
and the murderer, it is possible to see
(? ? ? ?)
one martyr of an ancient land
execute this preacher's (???)
oooh baby, I Love Your Way!
he touches and he touches, he has nearly won
with a slightly sinking forefinger
the man can't get off!
and searches slowly across this train of thought
in search of a better hope |
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