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Lyrics from the forthcoming VECTORS album Good Fuck - Bad Fuck.
SUCKING THE COCKS OF THE PARASITES
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 ON THE CITY
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

MECHANICAL  LOVE
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 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

SOMETHING’S GONE UGLY
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

GOOD FUCK BAD FUCK AD

SLAPHAPPY
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?

IN MY FESTERING TEENAGE MIND
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 WANNA BE NEANDERTHAL
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

GREAT, WHITE HOPE
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

RAT RACE
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

REPULSION
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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