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Mondo di Corpo
04:46
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Her face like butter; her eyes like jelly; her neck like layers; her day like dead. She sinks to six feet, she thinks she's fine; she wilts like lazy; she sends her mind. There's nothing wrong with the monster, he's only flesh under blood, he's only you under you now, feel your bones in the mud. Her skull heeds heavy, her femur sits strong; her fingers slipping, her face be gone. We think skin matters, we cherish life. There's nothing wrong with the monster, he's only flesh under blood, he's only you under you now, feel your bones in the mud. Decomposition delight, the plastination of plight; procrastination they teach, a daisy chain of jesus freaks. She signs the contract, she slinks away; she drinks the potion, she's here to stay.
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The Curse
04:16
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I forget I know lonely creep; I sweat reasons; she take music. Only everything for us; gather and blend; bend nature. Danger is a choice further send our voice. Circle form to kill the void. I regret no more lonely thief; I steal seasons to wake darkness. Follow everything of me, surround and end; bind danger. (The exit to this destruction lies in the deconstruction of faith. You’re seeking refuge on my back. Release, cease to exist…)
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Ladyslipper
04:54
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Drip your honey toes upon my mouth today. Slip your silly smile across my lips. Send them on their way, we've got bills to pay! String that pretty carrot in my face. Strychnine top-forty hit on a dime. Treacle track stacked against the odds to track the crap. Wear your ladyslipper slide it on; wear your ladyslipper ride it on. Sick your sugar shills upon that man today; send him out the window ...oh no! Wear your ladyslipper slide it on; wear your ladyslipper ride it on. I'll wear you, I'll wear you, I'll wear you like a ladyslipper. Wear your ladyslipper slide it on, wear your ladyslipper ride it on… Spank the living spit out of my bad temper. Dip your perfect scoop into my fudge.
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Slut Buffet
06:27
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I got you on the list not looking for some love just a fist. I caught you on the down not hoping to find trust just good sound. Lipstick toys made for boys, like little nasty dolls talking smack. Chicks online making time, cruising like a fag ‘round the back. I'm going for seconds now, I can't even get turned down. These bitches are stocked for days; neat, sweet, slut buffet. I know I can get my fill. I'm gonna get off my thrill. These snatches are free for takes, back street slut buffet. I’m going for seconds now, I can’t even get turned down. These bitches are stocked for days; neat, sweet, slut buffet. Plump red lips, hookers hips, holding true to porn selling tricks. Chicks for here, girls for now. Don't need to know your name, just how hard. Show your best, lips undressed, smearing all my fun on your neck. Spill my drink down your dress so I can get away, who's got next? Not my type, not my smell, not a chance if you’re for sale. Next online lets it out, she can shoot from the ground. Saw my stats, sprung my trap, throw her back if she's with batch. Count me in tie me down scratch and sniff, stick on slut.
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Guaranteed Used
03:55
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I remember ponds with snakes and a bull that was queer, “nXggers” and fears; inbred to tears. Strung up and hung out for bait, I swear I won't clean your slate. So take this useless tripe off my brow; sell it to some other cow. I always felt a special kin with that bull, he mounted and took all control. He turned those small minds out, now the words have taken their toll. So if you care to know what you buy, look closely with your blind eye. Unglue yourselves from all of those pews; if it's middle and America it’s guaranteed used. The moral of this small state is don't eat everything on your plate. You never know just who will see straight. There's no fucking such thing as fate, Tex.
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Dichotomy
04:46
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I sold my clothes to buy the way, a bus to make my first escape. It grew to be the only thing I remember since that day. I have less on my face, I erase its identity unabashedly. The impact connects with the inside, the boy tries to hide his undecided mind, he moves in for my high; I dig some thigh on my thigh. Little superhero, little superhero. I sleep only when it’s day, and find the crime to fill its place. Society is shit, lost, useless. I live to breathe, eat, fuck and sleep. It's funny how she sees me in the corner of her mind, too large in the corner of her eye; it's funny how she moves me.
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Guerilla
03:35
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I huff your sweat stains covered in spray paint. Jump quick to run wrong, stay late to hit strong. Colors on pale walls, ugly and stale stalls. Girls spill their tough words fractured by lost last fears. Your sweet soft fur, brush my anxious nape, your undying lust wrapped tight around my throat. Speeding towards long hauls, expel the mean thoughts. Social distraction accel to full destruction. Steal aerosol meals to feel like we're cool, the high brings me there, the puke makes feel empty. I'd leave this whole thing to be the prom king, chick by my side; corsage and black tie. Why is it that every time we go out spraypainting, you trip over the same curb? It's kind of a problem, actually… maybe we shouldn't huff before we go out.
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Incomparable White Six
04:00
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Six, her fix. Mind her, sell her; bite teeth. Blow to the bell falls deaf on what's left of her stash. Dipping, skipping nights; cuts in line to spend bought time. Five, her drive. Insane refrain, male-like over strive; five to the floor face to the door. Rubber laid in blackface streaking past her own grave. Four, her whore. Blindside, hack ride rouged and rank, painted inside. Piece that she sells makes for her tails; tall blond fake queen. Powder, stained thing, drains clean. Three; her free. Flyby, far cry; hides heavy price, feels lucky bound false safe and sound. Simple math denies her, subtract the price her mind's worth. Hey Scarlet meet me in the hall, hide your candlestick help me end it all. Hey Scarlet meet me in the hall, hide your candlestick help me end it all. Two; her due. Time's up turnkey speed train on course full force. Time's falling in wears circles thin surrounds the win. Claim laid, wreck day rewind replay. One; her gun. Locked clean, steel dream; black jack power king. Smack to the back, bald self-attack; target, girl hit, man down.
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High and Tight
04:30
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I slide my gear up the backside of my head. I sweep the leftovers underneath the bed. Left and known I signed up for this fight, my 'do is undeniably high and tight. Holster hold slung low, cracker jack on top. I point my wily gun, she saddles up. Girly girl on show, I think I hit the spot; My aim is undeniably high and tight. I'm not rude I'm Justified. (Hootie Hoo) I'm not rude I'm Justified. I'm not rude I'm Justified. I'm not rude… Dealer deal me in; to the taste I tease. I waste with haste I smell her surly sugared skin. Now I own your world, super duper height; my line is undeniably high and tight. Idle heads collide on the wrong side of the rail. Handy trick disguise; I'm trying on her hair. Drive through hold-up gat; sticky billfold's fat. My crime is undeniably high and tight.
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R So
03:14
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Ball breaker stall maker; three times a charm. Park ranger sad stranger you're a one of a kind. Cocks of a feather flock together, now I hate a pig but you made one better. You are so, you are so, you're a Registered Sex Offender, you’re an underfed cheap pretender. In a certified state of denial; in the company of those you defile. Excuses, excuses; your undaunted charm reduces your value to a sign on the lawn. Rape what you sow, rape what you sow, rape what you sow, rape what you sow. Johnny Law ain't far from a John, cuffed and stuffed he keeps his sunglasses on. As a career criminal you could get pretty far if you took out the crime and you threw on a badge. Blue Collar, Blue Light, Red Letter, Sit Tight. Johnny John, which John do you like? Did you meet your quota tonight? You're an underdone fuck defender, you are so.
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Grady
04:01
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I grew up a slut, shrugging innocent agony, drawing on the brave masochist in me. With stranger after stranger after friend; best of friends; blatant love; the kind you just can't refuse. Spread thick; jam; jelly; and a solemn vow to shirk responsibility. Sweet heated wine; haunted breath. A figure lying there on the bathroom floor; shriveling in the hair on the bathroom floor; if only I could just disappear into my puke. Remember how you rolled me in and out of there? In and fucking out… and then it happened again at the clinic; and as if twice wasn't enough, the cramping of my style wreaked to the inside out part of my soul. I remember what you said: it meant as much to you as coming in a sock. Thanks for the ride.
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Static Cling
04:45
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Trip rail, you’re sitting on tricks; rearrange your drivel, your trivial means. Step face, you’re treading on teams, of double rubble; undeniably less than the chick you beg to be. Blank black hair, girl get a look; like maybe a flavor of licorice, you blend like bland. Making sad stale wishes come true, the only New York you brought with you, you’re a regular at rehab. Smeared against the mirror my crazed visage a plain loss; Queered beside the fear an excess christening a stopped clock. A stopped clock; a stopped clock. Smack trick, you’re dripping your fix up on my platforms, your seminal stream. Cause I'm a witch without a stitch of remorse. I'll tie you up in a pretty package and send you down the river like Michael Alig.
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The Amnesty Party
05:14
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I won’t name names, I’m simply spent. Fresh fool, I refinance my game in a fat pink elephant. Saddle up sidelong, clumsily construct this tent, camp out by the river, skipping stones tossing bones, ‘til we’re free alongside ship. Honest creeps slink shoreside, dive endside into disillusioned sand. Head firmly grounded, for fear of right side up, missed and still misses now. Bearded lady braves the show, chains in hindsight an accessory necessary. Not sufficed by sober seats, seated in their own jealous eye for blow. Burlesque and brave, the madmen chant and rave. Folly dumps on our resolve; we’re bound at last to our valley dolls.
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[untitled]
00:03
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Shitting Glitter West Hollywood, California
Years of music precedes us. We've played a ton of shows, we've written and recorded a great deal of original music. Live all over CA (primarily LA, West Hollywood, San Francisco, San Diego, Long Beach, Bakersfield etc), in WA, OR, NM, AR, NV, NY, Canada, Iceland to anywhere from 1 to 40,000 people. Some of them are pissed, most of them are freakishly excited. Feel free to inquire if you would like ... more
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