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released November 3, 2010

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Track Name: What You Consider Entertainment
Musicians are a parasitic infestation
suckling at the nipple of the nation

WHY NOT HAVE FUN MAKING SOMETHING
BECAUSE LIFE'S SHORT
AND THERE'S MONSTERS IN MY HEAD WITH LONG INCISORS THAT CHEW MY BRAIN TO PIECES TILL I WRITE THE STUFF THAT ISN'T THE SAME AS WHAT YOU CONSIDER ENTERTAINMENT


Life's a self indulgent masterbation
for us niggers of the population

HEY KID
YOU'RE WASTING TIME AND SPACE DREMING SO LUCID
NO-ONE'S BUYING WHAT YOU'RE SELLING
SO GET OVER IT
YOU'RE WEARING ART LIKE A DISGUISE BUT IN OUR EYES WE SEE YOUR CRIMES BUT YOU WON'T PAY THE FINE SO YOU'VE GOT TO DIE

Think of all the pretty people
who sell their time to other people
Think about all the art that could be made
Think of others as human pollution
if their only contribution
is shitting out a bunch of babies they dont wana raise

Apegiating with this new decision
to worship music like a new religion

DRUGS ARE YOUR ONLY INSPIRATION
SEX IS YOUR ONLY ASPIRATION
MONEY DON'T COME WITHOUT AN OCCUPATION
FAME WONT BE YOUR SALVATION
DRUGS are our social lubrication
SEX shits all over masterbation
MONEY put an end to my starvation
FAME is the birthright of our generation

we would rather starve than live a lie
we just do what we can to survive
we'll be making music till we die
we just do what we can to survive
we dont need a bigger slice of pie
we just do what we can to survive
we dont need to give our reasons why
we just do what we can to survive
Track Name: Pussyfoot
Ive got you on that special angle
and i really wanna tango
But i dont know what to do
cause my balls have been so blue
yeah, i dont know what to do
cause it ain't gunna pleasure you
so I'd best be going down
to lick the tears beside the brown

she said - Pussyfoot

I think I'm gunna burst
One more touch might set me off
So I'm trying to think un-sexy thoughts
like my dad dressed as a goth
please don't tell your friends
but this may abruptly end
I don't know how to say it
but I think I'm about to spray it

DON'T BE A PUSSY - WHIP IT OUT AND JACK IT OFF
AND IF YOU FINNISH EARLY NO-ONE'S GUNNA CALL THE COPS
AND IF AT FIRST YOU DONT SUCCEED IN MAKING HER SCREAM
GET IT UP AGAIN - GET IT UP AGAIN

Pussyfoot
It will feel so good
Is there something wrong?
Is it something I have done?
Pussyfoot
Make it good
Pop my hood
Pussyfoot

A girl that looks so sexy's surely never been rejected
But my confidence was lying, for my dick is birth defected
Yeah, this dick is birth defected
Should have never been erected.

WHAT'S THE MATTER BABY?
ARE YOU JUST TAKING YOUR TIME?
WOULD IT BE BETTER MAYBE
IF YOU HAD A GLASS OR RED WINE?
COME CLOSER TO ME
NO NEED TO FEAR ME BABY
LOVE THE WAY YOU FEEL INSIDE ME
EVEN WITH THOSE TEARS IN YOUR EYES
Track Name: Roadkill on the Information Superhighway
give them something you can touch, like fingers on a screen,
cant read the fine print, can't read any print at all,
take this blow for digital relapse,
seven thousand kilobytes of nausea,
cause we're roadkill on the information superhighway,
born without a user-name, you'll never have your own domain

try not to think too much, think with your palm,
till braille downloads disappear underneath this thumb
this thought is a thought for sore eyes
rubbing them will make it worse and worse and worse and worse and worse.
a mouse in palm is just a stone in the river,
for those of you forgotten few, left un-catered for

it's sad that blind people cant use the internet
its sad that blind people cant use the internet..
Track Name: Stupid Dress
In my mind there'd no doubt
that i caught you out
checkin me out
Come on baby, tell me what you're about

I WASN'T TRYING TO PICK YOU UP
BUT YEAH, YOU CAUGHT MY EYE

I feel as though you're reeling me in
with puppy eyes and cute grin
I feel myself giving in
Wanna live in sin

IM NOT PLAYING HARD TO GET
IM REALLY NOT THAT SHY

Sitting there looking so cool
I wanna drown In your drool
I wanna ride up and down on your tool

SAW YOU WALKING THROUGH THE CLUB
THINKING THAT YOU LOOK SO FINE

Im the bird and your the bee
Pollinating my tree
just bring your honey to me baby
set me free

NOW YOU'RE WALKING UP TO ME
I KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO WASTE MY TIME

I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO CONFESS
I'VE GOT TO GET IT OFF MY CHEST
YOUR WHOLE OUTFIT'S A MESS
YOU'VE GOT A STUPID DRESS

WHAT LOOK WERE YOU AFTER
YOU'RE A FASHION DISASTER
WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS HOW YOU COPE WITH THE LAUGHTER

Your eyes are fixed on me
i know I'll be your baby

TRYING TO BE COOL
BUT YOU'RE SUCH A LOSER
IT'S HARD TO BE SMOOTH
WITH SHIT ON YOUR SHOES-A

It would be so natural
Me as your accessory

YOU'RE OUT OF MY WORST NIGHTMARE
I CANT HELP BUT STARE
AT YOUR BAD TEETH
BAD HAIR
PLEASE PUT ON SOME UNDERWEAR

With your slender arms around me
Ill leave you feeling satisfied

HOW COULD YOU LEAVE YOUR FLAT
LOOKING LIKE THAT
EVEN FAT-CAT HAD BETTER DRESS SENSE THAN THAT

We could take each-other home
sure I'll let you come inside baby

Take me from behind like a dog
Track Name: Holy Smokes!!!
Nailed to the cross lived a preacher
He was greasy like a sphincter
Or the bacon from the haunches of policemen
He wanted boys and girls to penetrate
With his "god is good"
and his "god is great"
but all the boys and girls showed him little respect
so he filled his empty life with regret
then to his surprise
Jesus Christ came alive
and did a dance
we stood and marvelled at the crucifiction caberet

Holy smokes
the church is on fire
Jesus Christ and Santa Claus means god is a liar

Take a look at yourself and then just look at the floor
while this pyramid of silence start to fall and before
all the microscopic organisms eat at your core you say
"I wanna go home don't wanna play any more"
We've become attached to this maddening crowd
and our existence has become almost unbearably loud, we wear the shroud of ruin, urinal cakes and fluid
all the aches you give into and the cracked pane of your minds window.