Squishball
Olympic assholes in a supermarket
Buying fried cheese in a donut shop
Turning around, fucking the ground
Well, that's what you get when you are nice
That's what you get when you tell the truth
That's what you get when you break no rules
Squishball
Butter supper mother fucker
Jumping deadly on a pogostick
Swinging high, killing low
Well, that's what you get when you are nice
That's what you get when you tell the truth
That's what you get when you break no rules
Squishball
I'm how you feel when there is no sound
You're how they feel when they look in the mirror
Everyone should die, origami pie
Well, that's what you get when you are nice
That's what you get when you tell the truth
That's what you get when you break no rules
Squishball
Oh balloon man. Balloon man please come pray to me.
Don't Care
(children, this is a story about Eddie..)
I hate your life and I hate your nice. I hate the way you roll the dice. Give me
a break and you lose some weight, you kind of look like old fish bait.
I hate your food and the way you cook I hate all of your goddamn books and
all your idols really suck. You are good at pissing me off so help me out and
you go piss off.
I hate your shoes and your q's. I hate the way you passed that class, I hope
someone will kick your ass. Get a life and please leave me alone, you'll make
new friends with ice cream cones. I hate your nose and the bows you wear in your
hair. Obviously I don't really care.
Does She Notice?
[lyrics not reprinted]
Worst
If you help them, you gotta help us too. When
pens don't write and cats say moo. More or less, the desperate need. Worst.
Liver time! Everyone open up. Red bowtie on a new born pup. England is a town in
Arkansas. Worst.
Worst.
[lauxesomoh a si esor lxa]
As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with 40 wives. Every wife had 40 sacks,
every sack had 40 cats, every cat had 40 kits. Kits, cats, sacks and wives, I
killed them all with stilleto knives.
Roosevelt ran out of money, zeppelins look pretty neat. People with furniture
out on the street. Best.
What? Best. Okay.
Work is what I want, and not charity. Who will help me get a job in Detroit? No
money, sent away. Furnish best of references. Phone Randolph 83017. I bet he's
dead by now. Worst.
Knock me over with a chainsaw blade. I can't seem to make me fade. I'm feeling
very. Worst.
I saw people who were bleeding, I knew people sipping water. I like pots that
were heating. All it is to me Dad is water. Worst.
If you help them, you gotta help us too. When pens don't write and cats say moo.
More or less, the desperate need.
Seriously what is the music going to be like?
My Dad is a Machine
My dad is a machine. I have no magazines. That
means that I can't dream about blue submarines. My dad is a machine.
My dad is a machine. I still enjoy being green. I still hate that guy named
Dean. Why are Greek Gods so mean? My dad is a machine.
[revol s'lxa si hsals]
My dad is a machine. Well 'God save the queen' is what Johnny Rotten did scream.
My, my toes look beautifully green. My dad is a machine.
My dad is a machine. I really never liked my spleen or even ever James Dean.
Well it seems so nicely keen, soloeen.
I want to be a serpent.
My dad is a machine. Betty's sister's name is Jean. I still like all my fiends.
Everyday should be halloween. My dad is a machine.
My dad's not a machine. Who is my dad? What is a machine? Where'd you ever get
the idea that my dad is a machine?
I don't even know my dad. I haven't seen my dad. Where is my dad? Who is my dad?
Chris is my dad. Chris is my dad.
mmmmice are.......
My dad...Where's my dad? Can't find my dad. Where's my dad? Where's my dad?
Can't find my dad. My dad is gone. My dad is in the abyss.
Dad. Alright, dad. Mice are quite nice in the winter.
My Grandmother Likes to Roll Joints
She was blowing smoke with older folk so I
tried to make her bleed.
My grandmother likes to roll joints.
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My grandmother likes to roll joints.
I am dead look in my head aaah aaah save your children good morning!
Tweety
Once I had a parakeet, he would go tweet-tweet. I gave him water, and I gave him feed. I even gave him the house deed. Yesterday he poked my head so I took a rock and beat him dead. I love my parakeet, I think I'll call him Bill.
Unleashed
I'm tied to this nice little leash, not such a
sturdy leash. I'm pulled along, along on this leash until something doesn't seem
so right then I twitch and I turn, I shake and I writhe and I'm unleashed
Anyone can hold my leash if they want , though it's really not such a smart
idea. Recently no one's been holding it - I've just been dragging myself along.
At any time, something may not seem so right then I twitch and I turn I shake
and I write and I'm unleashed.
Don't come near me at times like these, don't talk to me at times like these,
don't fuck with me at times like these, don't acknowledge me at times like
these. You may be safe, you may be left alone but count on one thing: nothing.
Better be careful or you'll get attached, you'll stay too long and you'll get
uncomfortable you'll die a slow death and you'll live a slow life and you'll die
a slow life and you'll live a slow death.
Anyone can hold my leash if they want , though it's really not such a smart
idea. Recently no one's been holding it - I've just been dragging myself along.
I'm pulled along, along on this leash until something doesn't seem so right then
I twitch and I turn, I shake and I writhe and I'm unleashed.
L.A. and Elaine
[coming soon]
The Circumcised Square
Every day is bright and new. I smile at the dreams? The happy ones, they are the only thoughts that I pursue. Like clowns and ice cream. You can't get me down. Because I'm so very happy. You can't get me down. Because I'm so happy.
Greatness
I hate this feeling I get at night. The one when all the lights are out. I close my eyes, the torment begins. The sweat runs down my face. I toss and I turn but I can't escape this fate which you hast set before me. It's like this:
You keep Jed Clampitt locked up in a cage. Dress in wallpaper. Clothe your walls. Sleep like me. Be like him. We all jive though it's not funny. Hoo ha! Wee wa! Bink bonk! And on and on and on...
all these words were written by cow boris and are actually copyrighted 1992 igneous rock music. can ya even stand it?