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Stain
00:58
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Piss stains the denim, jizz stains the mattress, lipstick stains the collar. Stain, stain, I don't wanna be a stain. I wanna be the song that plays forever in your brain. Stain, stain, I don't wanna be a stain. I wanna be the song that keeps on driving you insane. Blood stains my fingers, grease stains my shirt, puke stains the carpet. I won't be the stain that's causing you such pain. I won't be the stain that's making you complain. Blood stain piss stain jizz stain puke stain. Lipstick collar denim mattress carpet finger shirt stain.
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Voredom
03:09
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Swallow me whole. In the belly of the beast is where I want to go. Over the lips and past the teeth. She's alone on a Friday night. Stalking the streets, looking for a bite. Where to go? To find a boy that's right? I pray it's me to disappear from sight. I watch her walk, creep into my house, scaling the steps, creaking open the door. I hear her stalk. A game of cat and mouse. Oh what's in store? I lay in bed watching her shadow dance. Hopes are high that she'll take a chance. I fill with dread as I become entranced. Slither in mind a greasy guzzling romance. A sticky tongue wraps around my waist. Stinking breath fills this void of space. It fills my lungs, chocking in her embrace. I'm being eaten alive!
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Crucifixer Upper
03:34
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My baby's acting really strange. She's shaking the bed, turning on her head. My baby's got scratches she can't explain. She's prone to faint, superhuman strength. What's wrong with my baby? I don't know what to do. What's wrong with my baby? Doc tell me what to do. She's a crucixifer upper. But I love her. A priest came knocking on my door. Holy water in hand, you got your man. Took one look at my girl and hit the floor. It's a vengeful spirit, he wouldn't go near it. Packed his bags and took a hike. Sorry boss, she's a lost cause. Left me alone with my girl looking a fright. There's a look in her eye, she wants me to die! Told my girl it would be okay, as I reached for the crucifix. My hand on the bible, I gotta be brave, just as the bile starts to leave her lips. I'll drive this crucifix into her brain, I'm slipping and sliding in the slosh pit. My baby's going crazy, driving me insane, I'll drive out that demon God as my witness!
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La Goon
01:30
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It came from the black lagoon! Where do babies come from? The black lagoon. Where does homework come from? The black lagoon. Where does money come from? The black lagoon. Where does society come from? The black lagoon. It came from the black lagoon. Where do cats come from? The black lagoon. Where do girlfriends come from? The black lagoon. Where do adults come from? The black lagoon. Where does responsibility come from? The black lagoon. It came from the black lagoon. Ooh la goon, ooh la goon, it came from the black lagoon. Who's the goon? You the goon! It came from the black lagoon! It came from the...
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Crusade
02:00
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Hey millennial don't let them beat you down. You're the only one that knows what's coming around. Hey millennial don't let them take your soul. You're the only one that can break the mold. We're on a crusade in the digital age. Hey millennial don't let them pull the plug. You're the only one that can pull out the rug. Hey millennial don't you let them win. You're the only one to start the revolution.
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Dressed up in my Sunday best, lying under an effigy. I'm simply the source of all envy when the heart stops in my chest. The strains of life no longer show, lying in a cozy bed. Who knew beauty presides in death? So send me down below. Drain the blood all from my veins. Drain the color from my face. Place me six feet under earth, and leave me to the worms and dirt. The Dead and the Beautiful. Now I get to close my eyes, I'll get eternal beauty sleep. I won't wake up I'm in too deep. Please see the engraved, "Do not Disturb" sign. I'll have success in Hollywood, I've got my secret weapons. The gravedigger and mortician will make me look so damn good.
"Meme Fiend"
I don't need you, and you don't need me. I don't need nothing as long as I got memes. You know it's true, it was meant to be. I don't need nothing as long as I got memes. My life is a meme. You know what I mean. Meme fiend. Dank memes hide the sad realities of life. Without them I would die. Post a dank meme and ignore the darkness inside. Regardless we all die. Every living thing dies alone.
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Brother's Creeper California, Maryland
Musically, it's Misfits meet the Dead Milkmen. Lyrically, it's R. L. Stine meets Mad Magazine.
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Nothing Feels Natural
by PRIESTS
Punk's not dead, and it's better than ever. Priests will tell you why and how.
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The fiends at Horrorpunks.net put us on this tribute album to the reason we are all here. To be jammed and damned.
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Gravedigging
by The Buttertones
Just the album name itself should tell you why we dig it. Groovy surf rock with more than a tinge of hedonism.
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