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"Best God In Show"

"Best God In Show"



I’ve no consideration,
zero mutual respect
For billions who suffer from
rational thought neglect
I don’t wanna waste a sentence,
I don’t want a convert-sation
That’s gonna end in disdain,
disbelief and aggravation

And I find it’s getting harder to hang out
With grown adults who actually believe
In Santa Claus and Noah’s Ark
and that their god is the best
My distaste has turned into detest

Who would read a 2000
year old medical journal
Techniques for bloodletting,
advice on Trichinosis
Would you navigate the globe
with a map of a flat earth
Without DNA testing,
would you believe virgin birth

And I find it’s getting painful to put up
With grown adults who actually believe
In Unicorns and Creation,
and God always takes their side
That’s when my innocent jabbing turns snide

Thank God for the Grammy,
thank God for the touchdown
Thank God for blowing up
the enemy’s sacred ground

So how am I supposed to take
anything you say seriously?
When you’ve swapped free will for faith,
hope and pre-destiny

And it’s getting agonizing to hang out
With grown adults who actually believe
Mythology and history
trump physics and science
My aversion has turned to abhorrence
 
"Blasphemy (The Victimless Crime)"

"Blasphemy (The Victimless Crime)"



I’ll throw a pie in the face of piety
I’ll torch a torah right off a bridge
I am a reverend of irreverence
I’m a shill for any sacrilege
I understand that faith in a deity
Helps the masses who are having hard times
But blasphemy like prostitution
Are clearly victimless crimes
Blasphemy, blasphe-you, Jesus Christ the blackest Jew
Blasphe-you, blasphemy, poisonous pedagogy
I’m an unbeliever, I’m a heretic
I’m gonna projectile puke off a pew
I’m a trouble making immature imp
I’m gonna turn your other cheek for you
I understand we all need something to believe in
I believe I’ll never be given wings and
I’m sorry if it’s up there cuz I didn’t think
A song was gonna hurt its feelings
Blasphemy, speaking deadpan
Apparently this god has got a master plan
Now they call foul, pure heresy
But ya gotta wonder, does he have a plan B?
Horus similar to Mithra, Attis analogous to Krishna
Jesus, different name same story
All based on ancient Egyptian allegory
My position hasn’t been occulted
It can never be more overstated
My intelligence has been insulted
So my tongue lashes out in defense
Anything that is your holy or sacred
I’m gonna desecrate and use in jest
But you’ll never hear a crack about Mohammed
Cuz I don’t wanna get shot in the chest
Blasphemy, isn’t this fun
Rob a rabbi, bugger a nun
Blasphemy, want some more?
Mother Mary, the virgin whore
 
"Bleeding Heart Disease"

"Bleeding Heart Disease"



How money polluted my mind

Dough, what our lives are lived for
Rae, just a crazy Aussie
Me, the generation forges on
Fo-dder, for corporations
Sew-ing, our lives together
LA such a nice place to get shot

But don't forget the "T"
It follows "liber" in the the constitution
Following the part about pursuit
Of happiness the by-product
Of colonial precious metal
Mine extracts, which
Brings us back to dough

Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do

Today I saw a kid torture a cat
Too much leisure
Teenage Norman Rockwell
Paints it black!

How, did the chain get started
More, is what everyone wants
Needy, is what none of us are
Co-operation died last night
Ruptured bleeding heart forsight
Me, I'm just a loo

So don't expect the best
You won't be disappointed when you take a bite and watch
The worm crawl back inside
Don't believe the fairy tales of
Million dollar happiness
Los Angelesistic lifestyles
{Drinking} Chardanay {over a lobster salad brunch}

Pursuit the million dollar Happiness (Do do do do do do do)
Pursuit the million dollar Happiness (Do do do do do do do)
Pursuit the million dollar Happiness (Do do do do do do do)
Pursuit the million dollar Happiness (Do do do do do do do)
Pursuit the million dollar

Happiness was killed we watched it bleed,
Some say it died from hate,
Some say from bleeding heart disease

How money polluted my mind
 
"Bob"

"Bob"




He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "What you been thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point,
I won't think about nothing
Now I gotta do something else,"
OI OI OI!
"To pass the time."
Bob shaved his head
He got a new identity
Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots
And a girl who rides a scooter
Gonna take him out, of town
They would get away
Riding around, as the trucks drive by
You could here the mother fuckers go...

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of Joe
He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what
Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do
When the doctor tells him to
"Quit your drinkin', now's the time."
Will he ever walk the line
To all my friends, I feel just great
But will he ever walk the line
Kickin' ass and bustin' heads
Red suspenders
Once a day he shaves his head
But will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Will he ever walk the line?
Oh will he ever walk the line?
 
"Bob Turkee"

"Bob Turkee"



We don't like him
He's such a dick
He wears funny glasses
He has so many zits

Bob Turkee he's a dick
Bob Turkee he's a dick
Bob Turkee he's a turkey
Bob Turkee he's a dick

He has a beer belly
He doesn't drink beer
He doesn't like girls
He's such a queer

Bob Turkee he's a dick
Bob Turkee he's a dick
Bob Turkee he's turkey
Bob Turkee he's a dick

Bob Turkee, he's such a dick
Bob Turkee, he's such a dick
Bob Turkee, he's such a dick
Bob Turkee, he's such a dick

We don't like him
He's such a dick
He wears funny glasses
He has so many zits
He's such a dick
 
"Bottles To The Ground"

"Bottles To The Ground"




You know it (know it, know it)
When it's over (over, over)
Doors are closing (closing, closing)
Feel the sober (sober, sober)
Staring at you (at you, at you)
You know you'd better take one last good look

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass what a supersonic sound
Gotta pull the plug when it's time to die
A wo-o wo-o wo-o
Bottles to the ground

Theres a suitcase (suitcase, suitcase)
On the sidewalk (sidewalk, sidewalk)
Theres some records (records, records)
In a milkcrate (milkcrate, milkcrate)
She'll be staying (staying, staying)
You'll be throwing whiskeys over one lip

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass an imperfect perfect sound
We gotta pay the piper when the rats are gone
A wo-o wo-o wo-o
Bottles to the ground

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
One more round then it's bottles to the ground
... (you get the idea) ...

One more round then it's bottles to the ground
 
"Brain Constipation"

"Brain Constipation"



Can't stop obsessing all the alienation,
My head is bleedin' frickin' brain constipation

Somebody hear me, somebody listen to me
Am I alone in this world
Is there anyone listening?
Appease me, can't find a reason to be
Alienation, is taking over me

I'm going away, can't go on any longer
I really don't know why I just gotta die
I never thought this was how it would end

The body swinging,
I see it over and over again
Vanian singing, can I ever listen to it again?
A cry for attention was a cry never heard

With no one listening,
There was nothing to be heard
Nothing to be heard
 
"Buggley Eyes"

"Buggley Eyes"



Did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek
And wake up with Bo Diddley?
Did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek
And wake up with Bo Diddley?
You got so loaded, you thought that she
Was the most beautiful gal that you ever did see
Yeah, did you ever go to sleep with Bo Derek
And woke up with Bo Diddley?
Woke up in the morning, to your surprise
A couple melons in tube socks,
And buggley eyes
Yeah, have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek
And wake up with Bo Diddley?
 
"California Über Alice"

"California Über Alice"



Don't want a theocracy
Don't want to share my economy
Fuck that shit about sea to shining sea

I want out of the U.S.A.
But i don't wanna leave C.A.
Jonathan Christ said it best first

Let California stand alone
From Eureka to El Cajon
Fuck the forty-nine
We want our state to be left alone

I don't care where you were born
You're not part owner of California
 
"Can't Get The Stink Out"

"Can't Get The Stink Out"


what i scream about, can't get the stink out. catch it on my tongue, save it in my lung. fucking vegans smoking, keep us all choking. big round of applause for california laws. act like human beings instead of europeans. i was a singer/dancer, now i got lung cancer (ahhhhhh). can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out. can't get the stink out.
 
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