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Tradition
01:35
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Tradition
Where have you been? It's that time again to celebrate like we always do. This ain't no mother's, or Sabbath day. Our tradition is thrashing yours.
Whoa, it's Friday! We call it tradition.
Whoa, it's our tradition. The 13th
Whoa, it's Friday! You call it superstition.
Whoa, it's our tradition.
Your kids don't fucking listen. The 13th
They tried to scare us with ignorant, conservative, old moral tools.
We're the godless sinners, kingdom smashers, slashing bibles like dicks on jews.
Oh, squares, you ain't so perfect. We can shake these backwards blues. Oh yeah, these priests in the closet. Drag 'em out here, and let's all get screwed, all get screwed. Oh yeah, it's a fucking party. You can leave your mommies at home. This shit is gonna be fuckin' fun, man. Shredding is our tradition. Fuck tradition.
TRADITION!
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2. |
They Came from Within
01:13
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They Came From Within
an enemy inside of me
an enemy inside of me
WORMS!
worms are crawling out of every hole
Don't lose control!
an enemy inside of me
an enemy inside of me
WORMS!
Now they're causing me to sin
they came from within
Oh what have we done? the giant eagle dicks have swooped back in, but fuck your freedom. you're a slave to flesh; you're worse than worms.
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3. |
People Under the Stairs
02:12
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People Under the Stairs
Oh yeah. What a viscous scene! Five hands slip through the skin. Peel it back, punks dig right in. You scared fools, love the scraps you been given. All the anuses are sucked bone dry. You screw each other just to snag a piece. You find comfort, in ripping apart fresh faced raw meat
BURN!
PEOPLE UNDER THE STAIRS
shut the fuck up. (you're) not as different as you think you are
feed off scared fools. just like mommy taught you to.
tear down theses walls. it's dynamite! we'll burn in hell for this much fun.
shit cliques, punk points to bolster your frail white egos trips
got to get the....got to get the fuck out of here
down here, same shit, still run by the man who lives up those stairs
make the world into what those crackers were scared we would
Burn!
just one more bite. oh deary we see what you are. you forgot why you came down here. you're a monster running from your makers. give 'em something to be scared of. pulsing underground seizure settlement. our future's eating up this trashy world. BURN!
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C.H.U.D. vs. Raw Meat
01:29
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C.H.U.D. vs. Raw Meat
Dig right on in. Just rip off their skin. That spray tan toxin's a carcinogen.The surface the same, but deep down we've changed, underneath all those excrescences
Go underground.
Deep underground. What can be food? Something to eat. C.H.U.D. vs. Raw Meat.
You're just a meal.
Their concern: the wallet. You suffer; they profit. Chewed up, spit out, made to submit. Escape their clutches. Up there you're wasted. Down here we value human life
They lie though their teeth. They locked us beneath. Don't trust 'em, scum feed on belief. Our justice is eating. Survival: our revenge. Get down here, we'll fucking out live them.
Go underground.
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5. |
Torso
00:09
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6. |
Dead Ringers
02:26
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Dead Ringers
Violated. My OBGYN. You look just like him!
Perfect tools, imperfect bodies.
Crimson dogs ripping meat apart. Is it my fault? I trusted 'em, I let them in. This separation so terrifying.
All of the time. It never ends. I see his face. He's such a catch.
No place is safe, now. It never ends. He's always in me. He looked at my snatch.
Violated. My OBGYN. You look just like him!
Shock seized me. What anesthesia? Poked and prodded like a fucking object. You're starting to look like him. A projection? You let this happen. Why you are laughing?
All of the time. It never ends. I see his face. He's such a catch.
No place is safe, now. It never ends. He's always in me. He looked at my snatch.
Violated. My OBGYN. You look just like him!
so here is the plan. it involves everyone of you men. you were asked, but you don't quit. just need some knives, some choppers, and some chicks. now, all you fellas won't rape shit.
'cause we're gonna cut off all your dicks.
Guilty or not – CASTRATE HIM!
Guilty or not – CASTRATE HIM!
Guilty or not – CASTRATE HIM!
Guilty or not – CASTRATE HIM!
Been made victims for far too long. Beg no more to make it safe again. Women will get those pricks. and wear their jewels on necklaces.
Perfect tools, imperfect bodies. Crimson dogs ripping meat apart. Is it my fault? I trusted 'em, I let them in. This separation so terrifying.
Violated. My OBGYN. You look just like him!
{I wish I dead}
{It never ends!}
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7. |
Here's the Thing
02:36
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Here's the Thing
hidden out here, wasting space, going nowhere, i'll take you some place. so cold and grey, no-one cares, you feel so empty, just let me in there.
there's something wrong inside of me
don't know what it is, help me please
check who you are, your friends are gone, you can't even tell the difference, you. got no substance, an empty shell, need a purpose? oh, i fit right in here.
there's something wrong inside of me
don't know what it is, help me please
you wanted action
you wanted purpose
you wanted meaning
your life's too boring
you are so empty
i'll take you places
here is the thing
you gotta let me in there
don't believe the hype till you take a look inside
don't you know that man is the warmest place to hide
get the place a blaze and you might find a surprise
don't you know that man is the warmest place to hide
don't you know that man is the warmest place to hide
planet so slow, you'll never know, here is the thing, i'm in control.
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The Will New York, New York
Do you have it?
Matt D. - vocals and guitar
Calder - vocals and bass sometimes and guitar sometimes
Moose - bass
Filthy Phill - vocals and drums
Joey Steel - lead vocals
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