The Songs
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These song contain obscenities and truths of society!

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1. Enema

I found an enema
and it was cool!
thinking about what was to happen next
I started to drool........
I went upstairs and stuck it in.
and it SOFTENED MY STOOL!!!!!!
I found an enema
and it was fucking cool!

CHORUS:
ENEMA! ENEMA! ENEMA! ENEMA! ENEMA! ENEMA! ENEMA! ENEMA!


I found an enema in Sean's Basement
Sitting on the top shelf
This is a job for Donald Fuck!!!
I took it home, and gave it TO MYSELF!!!!

CHORUS

Spoken Part (Scrooge McFuck):
So I went upstairs, and I put on my... Jermaine Jacson Record!!!!!
and I took that enema!
You wanna' know what I did?
I stuck it up my ass, and I...
JERKED OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHORUS

2. Drinking The Blood . . .

Starbucks hires workers in Latin America
Rips out their colons to make their coffee beans
Put 'em in the grinder, cause mass hysteria
They make their pastries with the spleens

Chorus:
Drinking the Blood! (2x)
Drinking the Blood of the Latin Americans!

They don't need to worry about Union wages
They buy Little kids for 99 cents
Put'em in the oven! Put'em in the Blender!
Raised to be Frappichinos!

CHORUS

bridge:
Anal rape is their reward
For those who do their job well
the only problem is that they're dead
The boss, he is a necrophile

chant: Zieg Heil Starbucks!!

3. The 7th Precinct
Friday night and the Pigs are on the loose
Friday night and I hope your ass is, too
For they’re armed with 16 inch plungers and they’re after you
Friday night and the Pigs are on the loose

CHORUS:
We’re the 7th Precinct, Better not drop the soap
When the lights go dim and your pants go down,
You’re gonna get a poke

Forget about your rights as a citizen
You're attacked by five pigs with devilish grins
They drag you kicking and screaming, off to the broom closet
And you know that wooden plunger is really gonna pack your shit

CHORUS

in the dark where no one will ever see
your ass is ripped apart by this vicious sodomy
Now you're gonna have to pee through a plastic bag
well the pigs who did the deed, just smile and brag

4. Dildos
I’ve got a dildo, It’s up my crack
Is it a Pink one or is it Black?

Policemen buy dildoes at Hubba Hubba
One for the the sister, and one for the Brother
One for the general, one for the major
Maybe by children in Malyasia!
our rubber bumps will make you see God
try an elestric cattle prod
It runs on batteries, but I've got an adaptor
THIS ONE GOES UPSIDE YOUR CRAPPER!

**Ass Caves of the world Unite!!!**

5. Raped by Donald Fuck!!!!

Donald Fuck is coming at you, and rape is on his mind
He's got an enema in his fist, and one in his behind
He'll bend you over, he'll fuck your sister, he'll even fuck your cousin
and don't expect no mercy, 'cause he's tripping on robotussin!!!

CHORUS

RAPED BY DONALD FUCK!
It's an offer you can't refuse!
RAPED BY DONALD FUCK!
We kill! We waste! We use!


We appear all charming, and we take you on a date
Then we steal your soiled panties, and go home and masturbate
Slipping you some rufies, as we laugh with glee!
Wake up in the morning with a brand new STD!

CHORUS

BREAKDOWN!!!!!!!!
His hideous meat wil be slipped inside you
there's no escape! You can't fight back!
Tie you down onto the ground...
and now it's time to smoke some crack

6. Revolution
Don't tell me about your revolution
you can count me out
I don't partake in mindless violence
it's not what it is all about
you can scream all you want
that they're not give us a fair share
you'd do the same to us if you're in power
I don't fucking care


Chorus


Revolution is the talk of the naive
Cause when the real revolution comes
you're the ones that start to bleed


You say you won't stand under a flag
but you're dying under your own
you just a buncha hypocrits
why don't you leave me alone
The ones who complain the most
are the ones who do the least
Why don't you go cook for the homeless
Or try working to get some peace

7. Battle of 1814 (traditional)

<BGSOUND SRC="battleNewOrleans.mid">

In 1814, we took a little trip
Along with Colonel Jackson, down the mighty Mississip
We took a little bacon and we took a little beans
We fought the bloody British in the town of New Orleans
We fired our guns and the British kept a comin’
There wasn’t quite as many as there was a time ago
We fired once more and they began a runnin’
Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
We look down the river and we see the British come
There must of been a hundred of them beatin' on the drum
They stepped so high and made our pupils ring
We just sat by our cottontail and didn't say a thing
Chorus
Ole Hickery said we could catch'em by surprise
if we didn't fire our muskets'til we look in the eyes
We held our fire til we saw their faces well :chorus:
We fired our cannon ‘til the barrel melted down
So we grabbed an alligator to fire another round
We filled his head with cannon balls and powdered his behind
And when we set the powder off, the ‘gator lost his mind

8. Protest Bomb
If you Try to censor my fucking song
I will unleash a protest bomb

9. The Homebrew Song
NO lyrics can be deciphered at this point!!!

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