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You can't beat humanity, no matter how big your stick.
You can't beat the general public, they are unbeatable for sure.
Fucking obliterate them all instead.
I want to get away.
I want to disappear.
I want so much to befriend the dirt.
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2. |
Morning Is Broken
01:14
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Awoken with a bang.
I guess the world will soon be over.
The death and suffering I can take, being woken up though is all too much.
Enough with the sirens the screams, explosions, flashes of light.
I will stuff chared bodies into my ears to drown out the din.
Carry on the annihilation without me.
I'm not great in the morning, so either kill me or let me snooze.
Pipe down warmongering cunts.
Let me fucking sleep.
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3. |
Devour The Bird Of Woe
00:02
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I love dirty chicken!
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4. |
Ointment On The Fly
00:29
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Things are looking up for me.
Plenty of shit to eat.
A platter of goodness for all my detritivore friends.
The world is a great place for me, its just completely fucked up for you.
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5. |
Drones In My Head
00:08
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I wont give it back.
Serves you right for invading my head.
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6. |
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Brick cubicals on wheels make sure the party goes off with a bang.
Silence is golden, being left alone is even better.
The first to get bored and go home is the happiest person at the party.
No one makes new friends, they are all too busy trying to get rid of the ones they already have.
Go home, shut the door, venture out next year.
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7. |
Hyperbole Of The Cunts
00:07
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You do what you want.
She does what she wants.
He does what he wants.
It does what it wants.
Selfish and self consumed.
All wrapped up in a nice socially acceptable package.
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Get a life or end your life.
Get away way for me.
Just end your life, the funeral speeches will be shorter that way.
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10. |
The Human Woodlouse II
00:21
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I'll have a wank while your eating the wood.
I'll fuck you while your eating the wood.
You'll have a shit because your eating the wood.
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11. |
Identifit Teacher
00:18
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Shrill voice, stupid glasses.
You fail the kids who don't want to be just like you.
The board is black, the chalk is white, you're an institutionalised cunt.
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12. |
Spirograph Suicide Note
00:20
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Round and round: Chop chop.
Up and down: Pill Pill.
Whirly whirly: Jump Jump.
Pen fell out, I hate this world.
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13. |
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Its a shame.
A real shame.
Damn.
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14. |
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Anarchy? Good thinking mohawked scum.
Police will still wield batons and grudges.
Ungoverned grudges are easy to settle, your ungoverned head will be easy to smash.
And while we are at it, which one of you wouldn't sell out for a million pounds?
You'd bend over and let Thatcher fuck you up the ass.
You would, you would, you would.
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15. |
Mo-Cap Tattoos
00:21
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Left right, left right.
I'm basically puppet put at least I know it.
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16. |
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Now is not the time for understanding and forgiveness.
Arm yourselves with water pistols, stink bombs and anthrax.
Smite your enemies.
Don't dilly dally Llama.
Kill them all and set your people free.
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17. |
How App'ed
00:26
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Tell me what to eat.
Tell me what to wear.
Tell me who to love.
Tell me who to hate.
Tell me what to do.
Tell me who to kill.
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If you breed.
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19. |
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I don't know what is worse.
Hell or that warm place down south.
Heads is self drowning and Lucifer.
Tails is get up, go to work, then go to the shops.
Repeat repeat.
If its tails then flip it again.
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20. |
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Pop!
Off it goes.
Boing!
There it bounces.
Whoosh!
Kick it through the air.
Neigh!
We are headless horsemen.
Cher-ching!
We have got a book deal.
No heads are better than two.
No teeth to clean, hair to brush or smiles to feign.
Though we have lost a bit of our height, our togetherness makes us feel ten foot tall.
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