Punch Line

 I'm
gonna keep
doing my
shit

On and on and on and on

Till
I'm old
as shit
Like Ronnie Raygun

On and on and on and on

And When I'm Gone

I'm gonna stay fucking gone

In the beginning we're all happy But then we all die
Drunk from drinking Winded from thinking up lies
When we're all together We ask ourselves why
Fuck a song Just let the punches fly

When I'm fifty son, I won't act like I'm twenty one
Like Danielson, Crane kick - Sand the floor
Paint the Fence and Wax On

Now we all feel shitty But we're still going to die
Headaches from hangovers From drinking all night
We're all like whatever We don't even try
Fuck a song Just let punch lines fly

(repeat first chorus)

Open up your mouth so I can put my fucking sack in

It's a little bit fuzzy so let me adjust the fucking tracking
Scratched paint jobs like Asian drivers trying
to back in
Titans clashing, greek mythology not so in
fashion
Never outlast Ugly Joe's coming attraction

Protest the Constellations

It won't be long
Till I go my
Sisters direction
We're not that strong
We blister without

Protection at all
The sun is gone
The night falls
Resurrection
Something is wrong
Celestial

Infection
Nothings wrong
With a celebrity dissection
Is it wrong

Points of white
Shapes at night shining bright

The light - A billion
Something - Somethings right
Nothing - Nothings right
Is it right

To end
Perfection
Feed my
Aggression
Seed my
Obsession

In what I've done

What I want to

What I

What I want to find inside my mind

Hang Your Skin

Everyone is out there There he dwells
Wondering why it won't happen
Feeling sorry for the feeble being
Everyone is so fortunate but he
Just hang your skin out for others
to see, hate, like, just feel
Drink your ass off  Interact a little
Cover your mouth to hear sweet harmonies
One encounter away from happiness

very different from everyone else
everything I did was fucking shot down
everything I was felt so wrong

I hate, I hate you, You don't want to
Know what I want to do
I will, bury you and it will be in a very shallow grave

I get these headaches & see a bright flash
then I piss my pants and forget who I am
I hate to say what could happen next
you get in my way, you're gonna die

I hate, I hate you, You don't want to
Know what I want to do
I will, bury you and it will be in a very shallow grave

I was born and right away I felt
very different from everyone else
everything I did was fucking shot down
everything I was felt so wrong

I get these headaches & see a bright flash
then I piss my pants and forget who I am
I hate to say what could happen next
you get in my way, you're gonna die

I've lost control of my life
Now I've come here to take yours
I've lost control of my life
Now I've come here to take yours

I hate, I hate you, You don't want to
Know what I want to do
I will, bury you and it will be in a very shallow grave

No matter what I do to try & stop it
I can't, it's gonna happen

I hate, I hate you, You don't want to
Know what I want to do
I will, bury you and it will be in a very shallow grave

It's in my mind but I don't recall
doing any of that
Why's everyone
starring at me
look away

I can't hide it anymore
the body's under the floor

Well it's done
& I'm fine
All I have is relief
All I want
Is my peace
All I've lost
Is my mind

I've lost control of my life
Now I've come here to take yours

 Dog Soldiers

Spilling our guts
Spilling our guts
Day after day
Spilling our guts
Spilling our guts
Day after day

People bothering me everyday
and I could not care less

Sometimes it comes down to anyone
That soaks up my useless words

We spill our guts out on creaking bar stools
Day after blood sucking day

Sometimes it becomes redundant
To live out life's events

Sometimes it feels like some war games

in the woods

Something deadly is waiting in the darkness
Something not animal & not human

Dawn is only a few hours away
but you may not live to see it

ignore, everything, keep your, standards up
start tracing, all your, mistakes, & learn from them

Be sure that you know that time won't fail
It will burn your face
Be sure that you know that time won't fail

Spill your guts out
On that creaking bar stool

Too Late

  Aspiring
to something
beyond what
we have
inherited
Learn from the masters

Do not
Imitate
Create something new
Never regurgitate
Every thing's been done before

Please at least try
Radio & Television
Will not make you an artist

Maybe retarded
Suck the life out of you, out of you

Beige, bland, benign, benign

Bastardized, Bunk, Bubble Gum, Bloated, Pop Cunts
Publicity Stunts, Ain't Punk

Fuck your fuckin' faces
Dance bitches, Do what it takes to hide
Gimmicks, gimmicks, gimmicks, Lies

Masks, Make-up, Midgets
Makes you mine

Mindless, Mass Marketed, Made to Order

We Own You Bitches 

No Tap

 Wrap me up tight till it's time
There ain't no truth left in this town
Just when you think it is
You realize there is something more down inside

You must

Conjure up

Something stronger to get you by
Show no fear, Don't ask
Anything can be done for you
If you fear you will be saying

How did I end up here to begin with
I don't know
Why do I start what I can't finish
Oh please don't

Bother me with any fear filled souls, Don't let them in
your heart, your mind, your soul

Swallow your soul 

Estelle 

by: Irvine Welsh

 There's some you just smell damage off of
some you know that bad Daddy or Step-Daddy
left some
Psychic scar tissue that just cannot be healed

While it might be dormant (for awhile)
It's just waiting to erupt
it's just there in the eyes
That blighted, wounded aspect

Manifesting itself in the need to give
Destructive love to an evil force
And to keep giving it until
it consumes them
Their whole life is underscored by abuse
They have been programed to hunt their
next abuser down Just as relentlessly
as the predator seeks them