Eat me eat me fuck your mother
Shove your cock into a rubber
and shove it so far up your bum
shove it there, beat your drum
Slit your wrists cut your dick
Touch it with a dirty stick
Rub it gently on a wall
slice it with an electric saw
Shove it quickly up your ass
lay it in some broken glass
Rap it up like a birthday gift
set it alight and scream out "shit!"
Squeeze out any juice
Squeeze it like a fucking goof
Stick a pencil in the hole
Shove yourself into a pole
Slap your monkey Choke your chicken
In the bathroom in the kitchen
Do it where the bus will stop
Do it with the end of a mop
Do it do it til you bleed
Do it do it lots of speed
Feel the pain feel the joy
Show it to some little boys
Little girls are so sweet
Have them naked with bare feet
There's no tities but that don't matter
slice them open with joyous laughter
Let them scream all day long
Sample it for a song
Die like a pig die like a goof
Die on crusifix on your roof
Your just a fucking Christ
Well aint that just so nice
Stupid Christ bleeding penis
Stupid Christ you are leaving us
Forgive us for all our sins
Tell us to jab ourselves with pins
Nasty mother fucking shit
Batard fuck cock sucking tit
You wanna win my love baby?
You got to know what to do
You wanna win my love baby
Touch me where I poo
Touch my anus
Touch my bum
Touch my asshole
Let's have some fun
Your a special sort of gal
I knew it when we did first meet
Your a woman a man could love
Baby you touch me where I excrete
It sat in mud,
the pig that is.
Sat in a pile of mud.
A pig!
And in the mud,
sat a pig.
Oh pig.
Oh pig in mud.
Pig. Pig. Pig.
Pig, your in mud.
Why?
There once was a god.
He could raise up great storms
and throw worlds to doom.
His desire was reality.
And mad once said,
that he too could be a god
and was thus slain.
Fire from the depths
and lighting from the sky
hurricanes and blizzards
all crashed into man
and slew him where he stood.
Such damage was done that
only one bird and a couple
of snails survived.
The bird knew it wasn't a god
The snails wouldn't even joke
about something so absurd.
The bird one day, shit
on the shoulder of the god.
The god was to devine to notice.
He was a god.
Still had shit on him, though,
There was a fence
Across a field
And there I sat,
But not for long,
it hurt my bum.
Oh bird
You fly so well
Who are you?
It is existentialism.
Is a pig
insulted
when
while sitting in mud
it's called a "Police Officer"?
Death is a creature of verbal wit
Behind his dark hood
There is a skull
He can't smile
But he can laugh
Technology has caught up to death;
He has scraped the scythe
And now packs a 45 auto mag
Death is an entity
in a somber black robe
and hip dark shades.
THE EVIL EYE
I now tell the tale
of long ago
the evil eye wailed
from hell so low.
You shivered in fear
beneath your sheets
The Eye would appear
when you sleep
You look in dread
as the eye descends
And there on your bed
you life meets its end
For hours you bled
like so many other people
ripped to shreads
and left at a bus depo.
I am the sunlight as it dances through the autumn leaves
I AM the sunlight as it dances through the autum leaves
So fuck you.
Trochee. Trochee. Trochee.
There once was a man,
he lived in a shoe.
One man in the shoe,
you have nothing to do.
So the man grabbed his gun
and had some fun
blasting the hell
out of everyone.
He shot poor Nancy Sue
who had nothing to do
in his shoe
taking a poo
Goo goo goo.
Goo goo goo.
Goo goo goo.
Fuck you!
There once was old Blaa.
In his cotage by the Caa.
He saw the Faa
Out riding the Daa.
He rose from his Ha
and proclaimed "Kaa
You nasty Gaa
named Billy Waa."
Old was the Taa
but he cared little Saa.
For you see his Pa
was really his Ma.
He grabbed his Yaa
and took the Zaa
and the old Laa
that was really from Naa.
Thus was he Yaa
and could be then Haa
with a pair of Caa
and Bla bla bla.
Bla bla bla.
Bla bla bla.
Bla bla bla.
Bla bla bla.
Oh you fool Yaa,
who once was poor Naa
and saw the Taa
upon the Waa.
Sa Ha Ya Ta Ma.
Bla bla bla.
Ya Ta Ha Ka Pa.
Bla bla bla.
I'm stupid,
and your a fool.
I'm stupid,
and your a tool.
I'm stupid,
and your paisted.
I'm stupid,
and your wasted.
I'm a stupid goof.
I'm a stupid goof.
I'm a stupid goof.
I'm a stupid goof.
Hung by a noose,
which is loose.
And poor old Zeus
in Olyimpus's roof,
has lost a tooth
With a poof,
the horse's hoof,
becomes the truth
which is aloof.
Soof and toof
Loop and poop
yousuloof
totenfroof
sootedoof
withernthoof
Fuck off, asshole.
She talked lovely about Milton
Fuck Milton
She loved that crazy Eliot guy
and his Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock
Fuck Eliot. Fuck J.Alfred Prufrock. Fuck is love song.
She had no idea who Manuel Gonzalez Prada was.
He was Peruvian.
Fuck him. Fuck Peru.
James Joyce's Dubliners was a favourite of hers.
Fuck James Joyce. No really, fuck James Joyce.
Fuck James Joyce. Fuck James Joyce.
She was kind of keen on Dostoyevsky's The Possessed.
Fuck James Joyce.
Dante? Yeah, fuck him too. No real reason.
Fuck the cross. Fuck Jesus. Fuck you.
Arthur Miller was a communist.
Fuck The Crucible. Fuck the communists.
Needly to say, Fuck Arthur Miller.
Fuck Marduk. Fuck Nammu. Fuck Aditi.
Fuck Dickins.
Fuck Shakespere.
Fuck Chaucer.
Fuck the Pulitzer Prize.
Fuck you.
But most of all: Fuck her, stupid cunt.
Oh you can't say "Copulation"
at Islington station
And don't damn well yell
"Penis" anywhere but hell.
But most of all,
to stay on the ball
You're die at Bloor and Young
If it is "Buttocks" that you sung.