1. |
No World Order
02:09
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Blessed are the ones with the money and the big guns
Cursed are you with something to lose
Blessed is the man who only thinks about his suntan
desperate is the whore with the punters at the front door
Are you satan?
Are you Satan
Are you Satan
In disguise with your dead eyes
Are you Satan
Are you Satan
Are you Satan
With your cold dead eyes
Suffer for the country that has no remorse
For the innocents it kills in profitable wars
Blood is their currency and we are their disease
Feed us false flag terror
And the illusion that we're free
All your promises turning to lies
All your promises turning to lies
Makes me wonder who'll be left alive
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2. |
Bend Over I'll Drive
02:33
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We're all out of votes and all out of hope
Don't waste time finding scape goats
The hand that feeds got bitten off a long time ago
Please Kiss me While you fuck me
It's only fair if you're taking all my money
I've nothing left no self esteem
There's no bright skies and no living the dream
Bend over I'll drive
Take this bitch you're mine
Brain washed with sex and violence
Bend over I'll drive
Your life is mine
This system is morally bankrupt
We're all to blame as we limped alon
Can't stand up for yourselves all our freedom is gone
Stop waving these flags we should be burning
Their fascist state a life time of serving
These suits make me sick
You ignorant pricks
Why don't you wake up
while you're being butt fucked
It's nothing new you can't be surprised
Divide and conquer is the government cry
Bend over I'll drive
Take this bitch you're mine
Subdued with sex and violence
Bend over I'll drive
Your soul is mine
Bow down to your corporate masters
Bend over I'll drive
Take this bitch you're mine
Subdued with sex and violence
Bend over I'll drive
Your soul is mine
Bow down to your corporate masters
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3. |
Bondage Whip
03:32
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Don't give me safe sex
It's such a fucking bore want to make you my whore
Tear you clothes off smear you make up
Put some beads in your ass
I want to put my fist in
Make a big black whole film the show make some dough
Go and show your Mummy this
You know she fucking loves it
Especially from behind now be kind reach around
Love that pussy cat
Shaved go the bone go on give her a home
Stroke her daily call her baby never leave her alone
You're making my dick hard baby
Yeah!
You're making my dick hard baby
Yeah!
She's fucking over the top
Tying me in knots
Making me her dog
With a bondage whip
It makes me swing both ways
There's nothing wrong with man love
Especially in the bath
Grab his cock yank him off
Cum on my face
Covered in a gimp mask
Red ball in my mouth
Go down south
Lick my balls
Call me Daddy
Yeah
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4. |
NecroPhilippa
02:45
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I like life but I'm in love with the dead
Gonna dig up the wife she's got a grave for a bed
A seven year itch with a lifeless bitch
Trapped in a morgue of love
She loves me if she likes it or not
And when it comes to sex she get's two thumbs up
Don't stare at me like that
Same time
Same place
Same slab
Same tomb
Same position
All night long
Necrophilippa
She wasn't kept cold now she's starting to rot
More together now than when we tied the knot
In sickness and health
Till death do us part
Means nothing to me
Breaks my heart to break your back
Won't break our vows committed to the end
Don't stare at me like that
Same grave
Same shovel
Bad taste
When the coffin's a rockin'
Don't come knockin'
Necrophilippa
Necrophilippa
Like shaggin' a corpse
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5. |
iFuck
02:06
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Remember the freedoms
We used to have
Before the need to consume
When real life really mattered
We've been iFucked
And brainwashed
Into worshipping a fiat currency
You'd betray your God for a Facebook status
#WTF
Are you drinking
A caffeine boost to sit on your arse all day
Liking some friends you've never even met
Force fed horse flesh
And drip feeding
Narcissism
To a disposable
Generation
Spending What you don't have on shit you don't need
No Cash
No Jobs
No Hope
Hey fat cunt
When was the last time you saw your dick
Or washed yourself without a rag on a stick
Troughing food like it's going out of fashion
Fatally addicted to a fast food funeral
Or drive thru death trip
The deadliest smile
Cruelly carved in your head
Is a cracked pane
Untroubled soul
Robotic through life
You're no better than a dead man
I can't hate you more than you hate yourself
Spending What you don't have on shit you don't need
No Cash
No Jobs
No Hope
We're all still sitting bored waiting for a punch line
No Cash
No Jobs
No Hope
If the people are behind us
We're facing the wrong way
Spending What you don't have on shit you don't need
No Cash
No Jobs
No Hope
We're all still sitting bored waiting for a punch line
Johnny Cash
Steve Jobs
Bob Hope
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6. |
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I've got a plan got a dream want to be a star
Make a lot of money have a lot of people love me
Be in the mail on Sunday
Mothers want to touch me
Girls want to fuck me
And boys want to be me
But I can't sing
Can't dance
Can't make a living in a fast food chain
I'm not to blame for another knock back from a dead end slob
Wearing a suite for a job
He's got the power of God!
I've got a sick vet
And a pricey Vet
Wrong vote it's put to death
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Tulisa was just a whore to us
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Sing it three times invoke the Cowell
Pop Song with a shitty chorus
Your sex tape is worth more to us
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Sing it three times invoke the Cowell
Roll up roll up see the freak show
All village idiots from your local shit hole
We want shock
We want awe
But what we get is no PT Barnum just some cunts and a ho
Can you criticize
Can you justify
Stones in a glass house
And knowing you're a sell out
You can't sing
Can't dance
Can't make a living in a fast food chain
And you're all to blame
Who's making money
They're making money
They're taking all your cash
To the Cowell
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Old spice attention whore for us
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Sing it three times invoke the Cowell
Pop Song with a shitty chorus
Dance routine that's gonna bore us
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Sing it three times invoke the Cowell
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Louis Walsh is making me nauseous
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Sing it three times invoke the Cowell
Pop Song with a shitty chorus
Countdown without Carol Vorderman
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Sing it three times invoke the Cowell
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Na Na NaNA NANANA NA NA
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Sing it three times invoke the Cowell
Pop Song with a shitty chorus
Outro that won't fade out for us
Pop song with a shitty chorus
Sing it three times invoke the Cowell
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7. |
Corporate Shill
02:27
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Do it for the art
Do it for the love
Do it for the passion
Got to do it all on drugs
Marching to the beat of a different drum
Not the one I was dreaming of
Chumming this shit is no longer fun
Playing everywhere that's full of no one
Who want's to be in the small of fame
They want it compromised and the monsters tamed
Never will I play from my heart again
So
All I want to be is a CORPORATE SHILL
All I want to be is a CORPORATE SHILL
All I want to be is a CORPORATE SHILL
All I want to be is a CORPORATE SHILL
Degrade me
Humiliate me
Self respect won't pay the bills
Defile me
Debase me
Self respect won't pay the bills
I want it easy
I want it now
Don't want to work hard
Give me a way out
All I want is a contract so I can sign my life away
You can spit it out
When the cameras stop
All the punters want is the money
I'm like a whore
A life on my back
Riddled with aids
And addicted to crack
Never will I respect myself again
So
All I want to be is a CORPORATE SHILL
All I want to be is a CORPORATE SHILL
All I want to be is a CORPORATE SHILL
All I want to be is a CORPORATE SHILL
Abase me
Penetrate me
Self respect won't pay the bills
Demean me
Degenerate me
Self respect won't pay the bills
Debauche me
Violate me
Self respect won't pay the bills
Disgrace me
You won't forget me
Self respect won't pay the bills
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8. |
The Safety Dance
02:52
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We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
'Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well, they're no friends of mine
Say, we can go where we want to
A place where they will never find
And we can act like we come from out of this world
Leave the real one far behind
And we can dance
Or sing!
We can go when we want to
The night is young and so am I
And we can dress real neat from our hats to our feet
And surprise 'em with the victory cry
Say, we can act if we want to
If we don't, nobody will
And you can act real rude and totally removed
And I can act like an imbecile
And say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything's out of control
We can dance, we can dance
They're doing it from pole to pole
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody's taking the chance
Safety dance
Oh well, the safety dance
Ah yes, the safety dance
We can dance if we want to
We've got all your life and mine
As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it
Everything'll work out right
I say, we can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
Because your friends don't dance and if they don't dance
Well, they're no friends of mine
I say, we can dance, we can dance
Everything's out of control
We can dance, we can dance
We're doing it from pole to pole
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody look at your hands
We can dance, we can dance
Everybody's taking the chance
Oh well, the safety dance
Ah yes, the safety dance
Oh well, the safety dance
Oh well, the safety dance
Oh yes, the safety dance
Oh, the safety dance, yeah
Well, it's the safety dance
It's the safety dance
Well, it's the safety dance
Oh, it's the safety dance
Oh, it's the safety dance
Oh, it's the safety dance
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9. |
Terms Of Enrampagement
03:28
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Your life is a head on collision
You shouldn't play chicken with natural selection
Constantly revving the engine
But there's no one behind the wheel
Who gives a fuck about who get's hurt
A victimless crime for what it's worth
The lights are on but there's no one home
So let's rob the bastards blind
They think they're untouchable
So don't expect anything to change
Crash face first into nothing
Oblivion here we come
Whatever kills them will
Only make us stronger
Whatever doesn't kill them
Will only take us longer
Rampage
My AR15 doesn't have enough rounds
My pump action doesn't pray enough love
Gonna get Archer on your ass
With bolt cutters and shards of glass
Jesus saves but The Killer Heals
And society is your cross
Cash and burn
Watch and learn
Today is the end of your life
This is a fucking rampage
Pre-emptive self defense
Cry havoc and let slip
The hogs of war
I hope you saw Regis this morning
It's the last time you ever will
Cuz this is a fucking rampage
No prisoners left alive
Whatever kills them will
Only make us stronger
Whatever doesn't kill them
Will only take us longer
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10. |
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I want to live large
I want to spend big
I want to buy some crap I'll never use
Join the mile high club in my pent house suite
Crash my pool into a Limo
I'm young Banker of the year
What you are is what you have in the bank
And you ain't got much
Keep you out of the black and in the red
You're a slave to the debt
I lost all your money now bail me out
Cuz I need a bonus
If it makes money then you know it makes sense
Hand over your hard-earned cash
Wipe my ass on the Queens face
Turn them greenbacks brown
Lose my Rolex up Miss March's arse
Got Miss June to fetch it back
I'm best banker of the year
What you are is what you have in the bank
And you ain't got much
Keep you out of the black and in the red
You're a slave to the debt
I lost all your money now bail me out
Cuz I need a bonus
If it makes money then you know it makes sense
Hand over your hard-earned cash
My Profit is a Prophet, of your despair
What you are is what you have in the bank
And you ain't got much
Keep you out of the black and in the red
You're a slave to the debt
I lost all your money now bail me out
Cuz I need a bonus
If it makes money then you know it makes sense
Hand over your hard-earned cash
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