(Lyrix for "Hungry for Stink" are in the booklet)
Song List
Note: Some parts censored. Lyrics from listening to tape.
"Wargasm" Wargasm, wargasm, 1, 2, 3 Tie a ribbon on the M.U.T. Masturbate watch it on T.V. Crocodile tears for the refugees Wargasm, wargasm, 1, 2, 3 Smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy Blue balls waiting impatiently From Alcatraz to Lady Liberty Body bags and dropping bombs Pentagon knows how to turn us on Wargasm, wargasm, 1, 2, 3 People, people, ecstasy Wave those flags out in the air As long as it takes place over there Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Wargasm Body bags and dropping bombs Pentagon knows how to turn us Turn us on Wargasm Turn us on Wargasm
"Scrap" I met a skinhead named Scrap He lived in my friend's garage Everyday he shook a little spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper like an oxygen mask Till your mind starts to gel Oh the ball in the can has a crazy beat, the funky dyin' brain cell So he met some Christians from hell He said, "Let's go to Vegas, my angel" So he packed up his leather and his red beret Into that big bad Christian van Use revival meetings like an oxygen tent Till your mind starts to gel Cause the preachers of the bible and the crazy beat, the funky dyin' brain cell Well he came back to the garage But the garage [ ] And he took metallic gold more than Luke & John, and he scrawled on his hand Grab a paper bag like an oxygen mask, till your mind substitutes Oh the poor and the can and the crazy beast, the funky dyin' brain cell
"Pretend We're Dead" What's up with what's going down, in every city, in every town Rapid styles is the flair, they've got us in the palm of their big hands When we pretend that we're dead, when we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we said, when we pretend that we're dead Come on come on come on come on (4x) Turn the tables with our unity, they're neither bored nor majority Wake up & smell the coffee, just say no to individuality When we pretend that we're dead, when we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we said, when we pretend that we're dead When we pretend that we're dead, when we pretend that we're dead They can't hear a word we said, when we pretend that we're dead
"Diet Pill" My diet pill is wearing it off, my diet pill is wearing it off Cause Victor's in the bed, sewn in the sheets with thread The twins are in the car, the frying pan is red Calgon can't take me away, no Calgon can't take me away From the things I did today Cause Victor's in the bed, sewn in the sheets with thread The twins are in the car, the frying pan is red Let's get outta here, outta here I think the swelling is going down, I said I think that the swelling is going down Two hundred dollars to leave this town Cause Victor's in the bed, sewn in the sheets with thread The twins are in the car, the frying pan is red I'm so outta here, I'm outta here
"Everglade Glade told her ma home scene's lame, I gotta go Head into town for some steamin', a rock show Sneak through the back door and head for the pit Then some drunk big bad bruiser started giving her shit Rednecks on parade, don't cross my line says Everglade, Everglade He was whippin' through the pit knocked her into the stage She said, "Have your fun but stop being so lame" This guy was drunk, stupid, and he must have weighed a ton Said, "Get outta here girlie, I'm just trying to have some fun" So you wanna have some fun, well break out the big guns Rednecks on parade, don't cross my line says Everglade, yeah Everglade, yeah Everglade He kept it up his fist started flying, they dodged each punch as he kept trying Tripped on his own feet and hit the floor They dived through bushes and rolled him out the door So you wanna have some fun, well break out the big guns Rednecks on parade, don't cross my line says Everglade Says Everglade, says Everglade, yeah Everglade
"Slide" I put your stuff out on the porch You p*ss in your pants and put out the torch (where's the slide) You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye (where's the slide) I'm kicking you out and you know why Yeah I've been letting it slide, you've been along for the ride You put your cane onto my amp When it comes to losers, you're the champ From my garden I pull your weed Your stupid ego I will not feed, no Yeah I've been letting it slide, you've been along for the ride Yeah I've been letting it slide, you've been a thorn in my side I put your stuff out on the porch You p*ss in your pants and put out the torch You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye I'm kicking you out and you know why Yeah I've been letting it slide, you've been along for the ride Yeah I've been letting it slide, you've been a thorn in my side Get on outta here boy Took me three weeks to clean my bathroom You know these amps don't grow on trees
"One More Thing" I just can't have anymore I'm drowning from too much stuff I get scared when the telephone rings Someone telling me one more thing One more thing, it's one more thing One more thing to burden me, one more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take, one more thing and I'm gonna break You need more, well get in line Too many things grabbing at my time Tell your brother I don't fly I'm gonna have to throw you back One more thing, one more thing One more thing to burden me, one more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take, one more thing and I'm gonna break One more thing, one more thing Fix my engine and the tire goes flat It's one more thing that I can't have Politics messing with my right There's nothing fun to do tonight One more thing, it's one more thing It's one more thing to burden me, one more thing to waste my time One more thing that I can't take, one more thing and I'm gonna break It's one more thing, it's one more thing, it's one more thing, it's one more thing
"Mr Integrity"
Stranded on the streets of San Francisco
A rust car pulled along side of me
I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal
An idol's face was staring at me
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
Sittin', shotgun, out of my brain
My muffler dragging through the art ghettos
Stepped on the gas, gums started to flap
Punk rock manifestos
Spittin', spewin', the streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted
to break
Eyes spinning round, and my feet shook the ground
Like the San Francisco earthquake
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity, don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
I'm not the enemy, please don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
Stranded on the streets of San Francisco
A rust car pulled along side of me
I looked behind the wheel and I started to squeal an idol's face was staring
at me
Spittin', spewin', the streets are filled with so much glass that I wanted
to break
Eyes spinning round, and my feet shook the ground
Like the San Francisco earthquake
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity
Don't preach to me, Mr Integrity, I'm not the enemy
"Monster" Come on over, it's getting late It's time to fish and time to probate Ghoulish passion you inspire With your kind of trouble, I'll never tire Monster, monster in me Bring out the monster, monster in me In a world of disposable icons And all the chunkers with their phony come ons I know I can depend on you When we're together, we're hurting through Monster, monster in me Bring out the monster, monster in me Monster, monster in me Bring out the monster, monster in me You bring out the monster in me We don't need to look for trouble But partner in crime, my identity double When life takes a turn from bad to worse You're always there for love of a curse Monster, monster in me Bring out the monster, monster in me Monster, monster in me Bring out the monster, monster in me You bring out the monster in me, monster in me
"Sh*tlist" When I get mad and I get p*ssed I grab my pen and I write out a list Of all the people that won't be missed You've made my sh*tlist For all the ones who bum me out (sh*tlist) For all the ones who fill my head with doubt (sh*tlist) For all the squares that get me p*ssed (sh*tlist) You've made my sh*tlist Sh*tlist, sh*tlist When I get mad and I get p*ssed I grab my pen and I write out a list Of all the a*sholes that won't be missed You've made my sh*tlist Sh*tlist, sh*tlist, sh*tlist, sh*tlist
"This Ain't Pleasure" No raving beauty, but she's got a good heart He's got escaping down to an art This ain't pleasure, don't ask why This ain't pleasure, and monkey's scared of fly She's an infection, a stand on his soul He's her addiction, they're out of control This ain't pleasure, don't ask why This ain't pleasure, and monkey's scared of fly oh no This ain't pleasure, don't asky why This ain't pleasure, and monkey's scared of fly