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Big Enough To Hurt

by The Killer Heals

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if Spins πŸ“€ it Wins πŸ† Great punk cd. People Gonna love this one Favorite track: The Safety Dance.
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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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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
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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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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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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Pop Song (With A Shitty Chorus) 03:17
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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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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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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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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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Young Banker (Of The Year) 03:32
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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

about

Ten songs about politics, sex and society. We deal with such subjects as the government pulling your pants down, bondage, sex with your dead wife and prostituting yourself just for some fame and a bit of cash. This album isn't even half an hour long so it's absolutely perfect to listen to on your average car or train ride, and if you hate it.... Well it's only half an hour till you get out the other side.

There is quite a lot of naughty language scattered through out, so probably best you don't put it on in front of your mother or grandma. In some respects you could say this is the sonic equivalent of cross dressing. Save it for the weekends when the house is empty and no one is going to walk in on you.

There are a lot of influences on this album, punk, rock, metal, rockabilly and pop, but mainly we just do our best to not sound like bands that we think are crap.

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released August 21, 2017

Written and recorded by The Killer Heals
Mixed by Jon Mitchell

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