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Traviol Face
02:14
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malibu bitches on TV screens
but where the fuck are the traviol faces
down with their forcefed stereotypes
and long live the traviol faces
i'm proud of myself and i won't change
i'm here to stay and i'm a traviol face
Traviol faces...let us rise!
cute lil' faces and twisting asses
but i prefer to stay a traviol face
than being butchered by plastic surgeons
oh how i love to be a traviol face
we'll be moshing on Pamela's grave
then turn their world into a traviol face
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Boozing my life away
01:50
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11 o'clock and i wake up in pain
i pissed in my pants and i wonder what happened
memories of yesterday are melting in a black hole
again i must have been the king of the assholes
i'm realle quite sure i've been trepaneted
my brain is fucked for good and my head is full of vomit
i ain't got a beer, so i'm hunting for my last buck
what have i done, have i been hit by a truck
don't ask me why i booze my life away
i feel like i'm gonna booze my life away
ain't it a shame i booze my life away
hepathic tissues are going to war
i puke on the carpet as i crawl on the floor
the end of the tunnel is bright as a beer can
the only way to end this hell i can stand
after an hour, i've reached the supermarket
people at the desk they really get me upset
when my beer is empty, they'll look so small
i will destroy the world and rebuild it all
my girl don't like me to booze my life away
my mum don't like me to booze my life away
people hate me when i booze my life away
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8 p.m.
02:22
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8 p.m. it's slaughter time, the speaker smiles "good evening"
this is your daily news, the show has just begun
your sadistic instincts are gonna be fulfilled
we've got especially for you a burning hospital
right on the corner Teddy Bear lies in blood
this is the first picture to help you to get warmed up
8 p.m. it's slaughter time
8 p.m. see the children die
8 p.m. it's slaughter time
8 p.m. hear the mummies cry
relax an take a drink cause a fighting plane is coming
to drop a napalm shower down the school playground
when you hear the scream, we hope you will get high
a vicious obscene orgasm as death fall from the sky
but entertainment is not finished, we brought you a surprise
it's gonna be your turn to scream and burn and fry
8.30 the world's gone dead, there's only snow on your tv set
you won't enjoy no daily news again
your sadistic instincts have been fulfilled for good
now rats are gathering around your neighnourhood
while Teddy Bear is laughing in his pool of blood
and clouds of flies are getting high on your corpse
8 p.m. it's slaughter time
8 p.m. hear the babies cry
8 p.m. it's slaughter time
8 p.m. it's your time to die
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Sodomy, why not?
01:10
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i don't wanna be sodomised
i can't take it i'm too fragile
please don't try to get inside
i don't wanna be sodomised
sodomy, why not?
sodomy, cause i've got hemorroids
i don't wanna be sodomised
please don't try to get inside
don't you dare to even try
cause my guts are full of shite
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Upperclass flatulence
01:52
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shit in your brains and shit in your mouths
shit in your dreams and shit in your lives
bollocks to you and your world of crap
why don't you fuck off and catch the clap
you don't listen to a word we say
we no longer stand your fucked up ignorane
no matter how hard we try you're deaf anyway
can't take the smell of your upperclass flatulence
at school you learnt how things go
conscience down the toilet and cocaine up your nose
but one day when your end is near
we'll be laughing at your fear
we will surround and rise from the pit
chop down your heads and put them on sticks
people will think when they'll look at you
you'd better not fuck with the bastards crew
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i'm looking at you since i don't know when
a wilds desire is running in my veins
there's something wet between you and me
something that smells like hell you see
i'm burning, burning up with fire
can't feel a thing but that wild desire
please don't let me wait in vain
take me to the shit mountain
i need it so bad, i'm going insane
take me to the shit mountain
you shot my nerves up to the sky
so pick me up just don't ask me why
for a brown honeymoon let's take a fly
let's leave right now for a scato-ride
i'm burning, burning up with fire
no one but you can take me higher
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