[spoken:]. Shooting up in the boys room at Dog High School, Dorkville, USA.. . Another west, and Louie Louie, they got something going down kinda screwey..
Sunshine:blooms. Then I'm fucked again. Echo that same old song. Certain past the ego. Certain expansion of the self. Meatbreath tomb. Pistil whipped up pollen.
INTRO: {Boy Talking}. I had a dream that one day, the guys in my generation will not be afraid to be themselves. but'll walk in the divine purpose that God has set for their lives we gon be aight.
Hey hey, what's what?. Skin poppin' slut. Hey hey, what's what?. Skin poppin' slut. and she owes me five bucks. That bitch, five bucks. Five bucks, one fuck, Skin poppin' slut, yeah....
[Lyrics: Pat Johnson]. [Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto]. . Steelwool rubdown. Scoured down revealing. You're the source peeled off civility a reliance:.
[Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson]. . Another notch upon the drainpipe repressed but not extinct. A forced pry with nothing left but blame i i will not.
She's dead. Remember what I said. No good at getting fed. Well I don't love her anymore. 'Cause she's such a fucking bore. She's dead!. Let's do a center spread.
[Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto]. . Stature. Inside. Erodes. Another fucking scarring. Untold. Punished. Grovel. Untold. Listless prime. Flooding. Baseline regrets.
Yo tengo hambre. Por las setas. Yo necesito practicar las vocales:I,I,I,E,E,E,A,A,A y U. Carne es la,. Es la cancion. Yo necesito practicar las vocales:I,I,I,E,E,E,A,A,A y U.
There's bite marks on my dick. You bite too hard, you fucking bitch. ?.......cumshot(?). Shoot you up and fuck your butt. Give me AIDS- fuck me. I just wanna get laid.
[Music: Pat Johnson & Rv]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson & Aaron Snow]. . This is my times' genocide. Ignorant minds. We stand proudly. Crawling in. Unions. Of mass hatred.
Welcome Scumbags to the N. J.. Now entertain us with substance. Four star seating. Minds are moving to violations. Tum tum floating, capped down with the bucket.
Every night is a Saturday night. Every day is a beautiful day. Every night is a Saturday night to me. As I walk down life's lonely highway. I have a random thought.
[Music: Pat Johnson & Todd Durrett]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson]. . Masked. Who wears the title. Death masks anonymous. As breathing stops within this concrete holocaust.
Satan is a friend of mine. Satan is a friend of mine. Getting high and drinking wine. We do it all the time. SATAN. Is a friend of. SATAN. Vampire Beelzebub.
[Music: Pat Johnson]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto ]. . Now comes the consequence. The love for life has died fear plagues. The innocence the tears you bled were lies.
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you except the one thing that you want me to. We went across the mighty Rio Grande and saw Disneyland and the sea you and me.
[Music: Pat Johnson]. [Lyrics: Pat Johnson]. . A view from the outside apportioned grief. Cut the down time enforced rage. Mock the carnage. Lost life.
Suzie slices her wrist, she was a beauty queen. Johnny's huffing glue 'cause there's nothing else to do. Suzie smeared her lipstick, it tastes like daddy's cum.
[Lyrics: Pat Johnson]. [Music: Pat Johnson & Andy Prietto ]. . Sucking life like leeches plaguing life's innocent. The new god rarely teaches no son has he sent.