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I'm The Man
02:18
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I'M THE MAN
I’m the man
A fact everyone must accept
Status way above you all
A position of utter respect
You think to yourself, why’s he the man
Who made him that way?
I was never a boy, I was born the man
No matter what they say
Don’t care what the critics say
Or what the people think
No matter what you do to make me mad
I won’t make a stink
Stepping on everyone in my way
Because I can
Humiliating you, no matter what your caste
‘cause I’m the man
Put me down all you want
You can’t hurt me
The walls have eyes and ears you know
And they can make you bleed
No one can intimidate me
Or make me feel inferior
You’d better kneel down and genuflect
Respect your superior
I take orders from no one
I’m in complete control
No one questions my judgements
I decide your roles
Even if you disagree
You’d better sit and nod
You can’t change who or what I am
Only I can play God
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BEAUTY'S IN THE EYE OF THE BEER-HOLDER
Every time you get drunk
You meet a real hot chick
When in reality
She’d make any sober man sick
The more you have
The better looking she becomes
That short, skimpy dress
And those nice tight buns
You take her home that night
And have your way with her
Arching her back like a cat
And making her scratch and purr
Wake up with a clearer head
You suddenly realize
Once you take the beer goggles off
Her beauty was a disguise
You shake the cobwebs out
Still a little hungover
Went to bed with a model
And woke up with rover
She’s not the same woman you picked up
Just a pig when you’re sober
You realize it was just an ugly mistake
Cuz, beauty is in the eye of the beer-holder
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3. |
Pencilcase
00:25
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PENCILCASE
Pencilcase
In your face
Big disgrace
I think I'm gay
What about the tits?
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RECTUM?! DAMNED NEAR KILLED 'EM!
Proctology, what a fabuous field
It’s on the up and up
You gotta love a man wearing rubber gloves
Who’s willing to lube up
It’s definitely not for everyone
It takes a very special man
Probing your inner soul
With nothing but his hand
What a keen sense of touch he must have
Excavating people’s crevices
But you can bet his sense of smell is gone
From sniffing those toxic gases
Sometimes he wishes he had a razor
To clear that forest of hair
It’d make it a hell of a lot easier
To find the entrance to your lair
Poking and prodding with “peter pointer”
Palpating your prostate
Hoping he doesn’t find a dead rodent
Who couldn’t find the hole to escape
Hey there doc, take it easy back there
Are you in up to your wrist?
I’m not a fuckin’ hand puppet
So please remove your fist
Working with the public
Not often face to face
Bet you meet a lot of assholes
Hanging around that place
There surely is no question
You truly are the “assman”
Just please don’t be offended
When I refuse to shake your hand
I don’t know how you can cope
The same shit everyday
Getting personal with so many people
I’m surprised you’re not engaged
I guess you just love what you do
I don’t need an explanation
I really don’t mean to criticize
Please continue with the examination
Aren’t you sick of dealing with
Everyone’s crack problems?
Especially the plumber’s
Rectum?! Damned near killed him!
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5. |
Pig's Last Stand
02:27
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PIG'S LAST STAND
Look at you just standing there
Your unmistakable girth
Bearing arms, your axe in hand
You could rule the earth
Heavyweight champion of the world
No contender could stand a chance
No man could ever fill your shoes
And certainly not your pants
Blazing beefy sausages
Up and down the strings
Guitar played off to your side
Man, can you make it sing
Screaming melodic solos
Energy on which we thrive
Destroying all those rock stars
Who live for tremolo dives
An utter punk rock melee
Between the moshing fans
Power chords, screams, and rhythmic beats
The king of punk rock bands
With myrtle, mondo, slayer hippie and jerry a
Kicking out the jams
It’s too bad the era is over
The pig has taken his last stand
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6. |
Plague Of Society
02:22
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PLAGUE OF SOCIETY
I want revenge on society, for everything it’s done to me
Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve waited for the time when I could rid
The world of all its evil ways, and I’ll take you all down if you get in my way
I’ll kick your asses all over the place, so you’d better stay out of my face
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, it’s either my way or suicide
I’ll track you down wherever you are, there’s no escape once I open the jar
I’m a genetic scientist, I dabble in the lab
Mixing and concocting, to fulfill my master plan
My bunsen burner’s piping hot, I play with spores and molds
I can mix a potion that will make the masses fold
My powers are unknown to you, your weaknesses are known to me
You might hear me coming, but there’ll be no time to flee
My practice started crossbreeding plants, with time I moved to mice and rats
The next step in my vengeful scheme, is to start a plague and fulfill my dreams
I have no social life, my test tubes are my best friends
Society’s the cause of my madness, I’ll get you all in the end
I can change a link, in your genetic chain
To make you all feel, excruciating pain
It’ll eat away at your skin, your insides will start to rot
Your eyeballs will fall out, and your muscles will start to knot
Fluids flow from body cavities, your head will explode
Into a million pieces, I’ll be the last spike in your coffin abode
I’ll stop, the plague of society
You non-believers, just wait and see
You’ll all start, to feel really sick
When I unleash my worldwide epidemic
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7. |
I'm Not Afraid
01:58
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I'M NOT AFRAID
I’m not afraid to say what I think
I’m not afraid to speak my mind
I’m not afraid of confrontation
I’m not afraid of being unkind
I’m not afraid of being weak
I’m not afraid of being wrong
I’m not afraid of rejection
I’m not afraid of being told I don’t belong
I’m not afraid of the sun exploding
I’m not afraid of taking my last breath
I’m not afraid of losing everything
I’m not afraid of death
I’m not afraid of saying the wrong thing
I’m not afraid of letting my feelings show
I’m not afraid of being teased
I’m not afraid of being alone
I’m not afraid of getting old
I’m not afraid of losing my hair
I’m not afraid of what the future holds
I’m not afraid when people stare
I’m not afraid of failure
I’m not afraid of being caught in a lie
I’m not afraid of being caught red-handed
I’m not afraid of life
I’m not afraid of losing my mind
I’m not afraid of what lurks in the shadows
I’m not afraid of not landing on my feet
I’m not afraid of the unknown
I’m not afraid of being unaccepted
I’m not afraid of mushroom clouds
I’m not afraid of being hated
I’m not afraid of rioting crowds
I’m not afraid of being killed
I’m not afraid of choking
I’m not afraid of psychos
I’m only afraid of one thing
I’m afraid of being afraid
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8. |
St-Oi-Chevski
01:28
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ST-OI-CHEVSKI
First I got some of my parents' money
And I invested it in a band called Speakeasy
Then seven years later, I went looking for a job
And he blew me off like a fucking snob
Stoichevski
Then four years later, I got some more of my parents' money
Out of a trust fund, or something like that
And I wanted to make a movie called "Bad to the Bone"
But I fucked it up cuz I'm such an asshole
Stoichevski
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TERRORISM FOR THE CHRONICALLY DEPRESSED
When there's nothing left to lose
What do I choose?
Fuck it all, let's go for broke
And watch the world go up in smoke
Terrorism for the chronically depressed
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10. |
Illiteracy Kills
02:49
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ILLITERACY KILLS
I couldn’t read the warning
On my pack of smokes
So I smoked them anyway
And now I’m dead
I couldn’t read the “thin ice” sign
On that frozen pond
So I skated anyway
And now I’m dead
Illiteracy kills
It does it everyday
Illiteracy kills
But so does stupidity
I couldn’t read the sign
That read “just say no”
So I shot up anyway
And now I’m dead
I couldn’t read the stop sign
So I didn’t know what to do
And I hit another car
And now I’m dead
The warning on that box of condoms
Was all just Greek to me
So I got AIDS
And now I’m dead
I couldn’t read the warning
On that Ozzy Osbourne album
So I listened to it anyway
And now I’m dead
Don’t you wish that you could read?
Think of what you’d avoid
To know exactly what you’re getting into
Before your mind’s destroyed
Extend your lifetime
By years and years
If only you’d learn to use
What’s between your ears
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