Lyrics from the forthcoming VECTORS album Good Fuck - Bad Fuck. | |
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get off your knees, no need to pray you should be predators, not fucking prey authority won't solve this mess and there's no crime in being victimless you could have been anyone you could have been fun you could have been someone what do i find? You're sucking the cocks of the parasites i need alpha female, the brave new version one less victim, one more person i get carbon copy third rate lectures cheap fake martyr on a talkshow special a threelegged race for victim status just another way for them to play you they'll make your next jump just a little higher you piss on yourself when you're not on fire You're sucking the cocks of the parasites Surfing in the city Feeling like King Kong Surfing in the city Where you don’t belong Surfing in the city Another drugged romance Searching for the answers Now I can’t find my pants We think it’s only fair We’re longing to belong We don’t really care As long as we’re all gone Surfing on the city Surfing in the city Past the child prostitutes Longing for a bottle Y’know there’s nothing else to do Laughing at the cripples Hail that taxi cab I’m the walking wallet With the dead weight attached We think it’s only fair We’re longing to belong We don’t really care As long as we’re all gone Surfing on the city I’m sick to my guts I don’t need it But I know I’ll do it again Intoxicated lonely desperation I’m bored with beer - you’re mine I don’t wanna be the one you’re thinking of And I’m sick to death of your mechanical love I don’t wanna be the one you’re thinking of I stick it in feel your mechanical love That’s right honey I’m sick to death There she goes again now Throwing up on the floor Staring eyes, open-mouthed robot And I don’t want no I don’t wanna be the one you’re thinking of And I’m sick to death of your mechanical love I don’t wanna be the one you’re thinking of I stick it in feel your mechanical love That’s right honey I don’t feel a thing But maybe she is Sick of sucking some infected dick Sick of turning all the usual tricks Sick of that constant looking for kicks Sick of being looked upon as thick She is I know she is Verpiss dich Gertrude Compulsions tend to get static Don’t satisfy your needs And this Duracell rabbit Is gonna drum a different beat Any second now Oh oh ah-ah etc dickless tracy dickless tracy dickless tracy coppers without guns it's like hanging out with nuns no fun one size fits all mentality good clean fun for the whole family so ask around to see what is right 'cause not only sleeves come in black and white dickless tracy dickless tracy dickless tracy coppers without guns it's like hanging out with nuns not punks whose books are you carrying to school? who wrote that slogan and who made it your rule? music keeps you under control so polish that apple like a fucking fool dickless tracy dickless tracy dickless tracy this party ain't no fun coppers without guns just rules and uniforms dickless tracy dickless tracy you ain't got no balls Tunnel-visioned fight Respect or pride It’s take-off for final vacation Never gave a damned about anything But the best interest of the nation Million dollar missiles Money well spent Mind don’t you waste them On no ten dollar tent Ah ah ah Something’s gone ugly Oh oh yeah Some things go ugly Really ugly About to flip about to lose my mind Male caucasian This commuter ride is really gonna fly Way beyond terminal station There comes my woman She’s just passing by In the chest and in the stomach Jesus don’t know why she had to die Ah ah ah Something’s gone ugly Oh oh yeah Some things go ugly Really ugly Something’s gone ugly - you I’m quite ugly too Though not half as ugly as you Things gonna get uglier still If they get their will You’re gonna get a mess Of wicked ugliness You’re gonna get a mess |
blush with slaphappy patriotic pride daddy dear says ''open wide'' swallow your leader with a fish hook grin overdose on your own medicine now bend over for your tax refund free disease for everyone on your back and spread those legs we're injecting eggs now get ready for your money shot all your money shot to hell omega to alpha, death is born in one tiny cell say your prayers, kiss your cross eat your babies for breakfast you know the lessons that we took were the ones you taught we're the fetus that you wish mother earth'd abort airborne babies the invisible men the ones you'll never find the son of every mother the sum of all mankind you paid for it, you've got it don't you want it anymore? slaphappy, out of breath you died before you went to war gag on the flagpole for a final salute throw up on what we shoot hail the future, the brightest one i'm the man behind the sun who slays the dragon when the dragon is St.George? Saw her hanging round the disco Must’ve been some poxy student hell You can keep your theories and your petty gossip While I remain inside my shell Nothing else to do now that Dee Dee is dead In my festering teenage mind I don’t give a fuck, I’m gonna win And you can’t break a heart of gold I want my breakfast and I want my lunch Don’t wanna lose out to a bunch of cunts If you need to find me I’ll be inside My festering teenage mind (I’m so drunk I can barely see - true dictator) I don’t wanna be no christmas pop Don’t wanna pass no legislation Don’t follow no rules don’t pay no taxes Just wanna get some primal action We don’t care about nothing, man There’s no tears in our eyes We just wanna be the wayward ones The spit in your eye And oh I wanna be neanderthal Never live beyond today I just wanna be neanderthal Gotta throw it all away And oh oh oh That’s what I wanna do T.V. eyes that just won’t stop Standing by the teller I’m punkrock not discopop gotta grab that girl and tell her Oh I love that gazpacho But I’d rather drink your blood C’mon little woman, c’mon down with me It’s probably true love And oh I wanna be neanderthal Never live beyond today I just wanna be neanderthal Just to hear her say: Oh oh oh I wanna be one too And I go oh Ah ah oh When your features are just a blur And your speech is just a slur Oh oh baby yeah yeah you I want it baby and you want it too It don’t need no bible nationality or name C’mon taste the stance it’s just a bluff C’mon savour new flavour today I wanna be neanderthal Never live beyond today I just wanna be neanderthal jump in the car to hang out with the locals ''yeah the weather is nice'' and ''europe is so cold'' they treat me like the main attraction white boy's face will bring the place some action the giggle and stare and touch my gear honey, i'm just here for the beer they treat me like their great, white hope free drinks for the great, white hope as long as he stays the great, white hope but i ain't the great, white hope they're staring at my girlfriend, want me to kiss her want me to dance down at the disco i'm just staggering around but all the locals they go; ''teach us to dance like you'' and i'm so drunk it feels so right getting paid for being white one more beer for the great, white hope yellow man's great, white hope gin and tonic for the great, white hope but i ain't the great, white hope i'm just your drunken tourist white boy scum HA-HA laughing in the streets you ain't got no money crimethink! crimethink! - call the police they don't think it's so funny in that rat rat race for you in that rat race what you're gonna do whatcha gonna do whatcha gonna do now? see that man standing in his line about to throw a fit thinking about his useless life and how to terminate it parrot repetition the only thing you knew been taught now you teach it so they get screwed too don't wanna be no half-assed mother don't wanna be like you every last ingredient in the stalest of stews that's right REPULSION that's right REPULSION ultra-jet propulsion not gonna last with me black belt in karate and piss stains on your jeans one big repulsive mess of broken dreams hey awful-looking what'd'ya do what you got cooking is one nasty brew |
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