1. |
Lamentations
01:35
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Lamentations chapter 3, verses 1 - 18
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2. |
Mantra At Dawn
10:09
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As the steam rises from the late lakes
digestive warriors arm themselves with shortbread shields
bourbons prepare the Swiss battering ram roll
for the bakewell battle that lies ahead
kettles whistle in the distance
as the nice soldiers descend into the tea time valley
marching with tears in their eyes
towards an inevitable demise
they boldly cry, their mantra, at dawn
scalding hot chocolate pours fourth from the custard cream castle
walls
fig roll cannon balls roar through a milky sky
warriors crumble and turn to a sugary dust
coconut cream slay coconut kin
in what's now known as the battle of the biscuit tin
all this suffering to feed the greed of the ruling
rich tea bitch
dipping and dunking any and all who dare stand in her way
she!
Bitter and black as American with no cream
800 FOOT TALL
PINK WAFER WOMAN
HER MASSIVE MAJESTY
chocolate-chip long ships ride in
armed with liqourice whip
trapping the survivors on the sherbet shores
useless war fought for an unjust rule
one final time the scream their mantra at dawn
MANTRA AT DAWN
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3. |
Megalobong
06:26
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The meg, la bong, bong, rip, tide
Big shark
Hungry
Surfers
Smoke
Big shark
Ate Steve
Big Shark
Munchies
The meg, la bong, bong, rip, tide
It swims
With eyes of rage towards me
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4. |
Zipperface
03:43
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Michael you said
Blade in your head
Gimp in leather he left you for dead
Zipperface zipperface zipperface zipperface
Vitamin chief
He drinks his milk
He wears a shirt and a tie made from silk
Zipperface zipperface zipperface zipperface
Zipperface zipperface zipperface zipperface zipperface zipperface zipperface zipper!!
Afterlife
I have arrived
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5. |
Stampede
05:55
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Mammal,
Maul man,
Do not stay,
Run away
You shall be
Trampled to
Death!
Herd!
Rush!
Panic!
Hoof!
Little man
Mangled face
Crushed bone
No escape
Rush!
Panic!
Hoof!
Charge!
Mad cow
Do not stand
Moo!
Final chance
Save your flesh
Mind is gone
Postpone death
Herd hates you!
Human beef
Panic!
Hoof!
Stampede!!!
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6. |
'Oumuamua
01:11
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7. |
One Ton Soup
07:04
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One. One tone. One. Tone soup burns you.
Burns. Boils teeth. Melts. Gums and scalds lips.
You. You chose. The. Special of the day.
Death. Death broth. Death. Death broth drinks you.
Wake. Wake up. Wake. Wake up in wok.
Now. Now your. Now. Now your sautéed
Shaved. And skinned. Hung . You been bleed dry.
Blow. It’s hot. Blow. Or tongue get sore.
Death. Death broth. Death. Death broth bubbles.
One. One tone. One. Tone soup drank you.
Your. Your blood. Your. Blood and guts gone.
Hot. Hot oils. Skin. Crispy garnish.
Taste. Taste good. Hu. Hu-man hot pot.
Devil. Devil chef. Serve. You soup on plate.
Death. Death broth. Death. Death broth rules world
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8. |
Krokodil Den
05:27
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Flesh and bone become paste
Been torn apart by krokodil
Body parts create a wicked stench of rotting meat
Brutal attack is violent
Do anything to get your fix
Throat congeals it blocks up
Been torn apart by krokodil
Krokodil den x8
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9. |
Attila The Pun
03:35
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Horse back battle attack
Bow bent skin rent
Life's length runs short
Warlords slaughter
Catholic nightmare
Long skulls raw meat
Tribesmen eat flesh
Of legionnaires in sandals
Arrows pierce the eye
Romans won't survive
Deep cuts at birth
Infants face bleeds
Now nothing hurts
Drink from tits earned
Died on wedding night
Drunk and nosebleed
Empire fades out
But legend lives on
Arrows pierce the eye
Romans won't survive
Buried in secret
Gravediggers lives end
Savage ruthless
Even in death
I am Attila the Hun
History's meanest son of a gun
I am Attila the Pun
This song is nearly done
Arrows pierce the eye
Romans won't survive
Roman's won't survive
Arrows pierce the eye
Steal the land
Conquer Rome
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10. |
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Primordial earth, mystic realm
golem of stone, portal possessor
guardian roams, its ancient expanse
task bestowed from visions of olde
Warden patrols, watches the tide
never to step beyond the face.
Bound to the Burren from which it came,
guarding the portal to astral plane.
Nomadic human, gigantic form,
wades in slow, storm in his eye
from where sea meets the sky
looming threat approaches Moher
Golem is sat,with hands in lap.
Prepared and readied to face nomad.
Fist is raised over cliff edge.
Prophecy tells, no more than this..
GEEZER channels, THIS ancient soul
ASTRAL MEDIUM, SONGS unfold.
Access demand, gateway denied
hand of stone, hex cast.
Physical form bound to sea stack.
Prisoner of cliff, motionless kept.
Still, and silent, millennia pass
Spirit breaks free at last.
Searching through time for host
Finding the Sabbath in 69
Geezer...ancient soul...songs unfold.
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