Songbook



Rad Demon Fuck Lotion
1995
Critique

Fuck. Fu-fu-fuck. Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck. Yeah.
Fuck. Fu-fu-fuck. Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck. Goddamn.
Fuck. Fu-fu-fuck. Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck. Yeah.
Fuck. Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.



Attack of the Nuclear Fuck
3/5/1996

Do you enjoy pain?

When you're all fucked up,
And you're bleeding and you're screaming and you're throwing up,
Whatcha gonna do, when ya need ta get up?

You are the corrupt.
On the wine infernal, you have supped.
If your life was cash, then you'd be bankrupt.

In your lust for power,
You squirted the powder and you smoked the flower.
Now you're trapped in the dungeon of your ivory tower.

What fix do you need?
You are all repulsive - all of your creed.
You're planted within with an evil seed.

Bloodshed is your trade.
When it comes to violence, you've got it made.
You're skilled with the bullet and the bat and the blade.

You must be insane.
Have you sold your soul in your quest for pain?
Would the devil say, "Hello, we meet again"?

Would you like to die?
Can you fathom the reasons? Is there really a 'why'?
Embrace the reaper - would you give it a try?

Now the end is near,
When your body's destroyed and your mind is unclear.
Is that the creak of death's door I hear?



Fuck-Station-Zero
4/5/1996

Oh no, it's a vacuum door - that sucks,
     Real big time.
Apathy rules okay inside my head.
     All thoughtcrime.
It's okay, either way,
Why should I give a fuck?
     It's all luck.

Mother Theresa ate my Shitszu - what?
     I don't care.
Whatever happens, life will still go on.
     They'll be there.
It's okay, either way.
Why should I give a fuck?
     It's all luck.

Killer bananas on the run, but so,
     It's all shit.
I couldn't give a toss about it all,
     Not one bit.
It's okay, either way.
Why should I give a fuck?
     It's all luck.

Two-headed Elvis love clone found on Mars.
     Like fuck, man.
Do you think God has got it all mapped out?
     One big plan?
It's okay, either way.
Why should I give a fuck?
     It's all luck.



Mind Fuck
9/5/1996

Beware the sound of a thousand screaming dying locusts
     As they tumble on their way towards the Hell of Nine Fires,
And let me tell you there are so many ways that you could join them.
     If you really want to you can leave the Sphere of Life.

If there's a problem, a slight disturbance in the air,
     A subtle misalignment of the usual realities,
And if you find that error and follow it to its source
     Then at the centre of the vortex, there you'll find a Mind Fuck.


I am enthralled by knives, the perfect form of a drop of blood
     In a splash on a page, with a dash of cinnamon spice.
I may be morbid, and I may like the taste of blood but tell me,
     Does that really qualify me to be some sort of psycho?

You gotta be careful - they'll try to trap you in a
     Non-objective non-reality of a nightmare Eigenstate.
You've got to smash the barrier and break through the wall
     And precipitate the powers of your overloaded brain cells.


What I've just told, it is all true. I wouldn't lie.
     I learnt it all through my bittersweet experience.
Hey man, what's that? No! No! I don't want no drugs now!
     Hey, come back here! And take off this straight jacket!

Beware the sound of a thousand screaming dying locusts
     As they tumble on their way towards the Hell of Nine Fires,
And let me tell you there are so many ways that you could join them.
     If you really want to you can taste the Kiss of Death.



Helleluia
31/5/1996

Whether I'm dreaming or all this is real,
I'm not quite certain. What is this I feel?
Passions are flooding each cell of my being.
What overwhelms me? What sights am I seeing?

A mask of pain hides my innermost thoughts,
But what can I do? Am I free? Am I caught?

My senses have been eaten away - I can't tell what's white or black.
But my senses are eating my brain - all I see is a world of grey.

Helleluia, Helleluia.
I am forgiven, my sins revealed.
Now I'm not living. My death is my seal.

Eternity is a very long time for punishment for a minor crime.
Wherever I turn is another way that leads to despair and final decay.

If someone were to ask me, I'd say I was not fine.
I'd say I hurt like Hell but what's the Devil's pain next to mine?

Helleluia, Helleluia.
My fate is sealed - a funeral pyre.
My flesh is peeled, my nerves are on fire.

In the dead of night a voice will call that will tell you when you are going to fall.
I'll meet you there at the gates of Hell and I'll tell you how it was that you fell.



Squidgy Things Are Going Schlup
2/8/1996

A headless monster,
A ten foot frog,
An amorphous blob,
Or a fire-breathing dog,
A three-armed beastie,
A ravenous ghoul,
If you believe in them,
You must be a fool.

Or so we were led to believe...
Or so we were led to believe.
Or so we were led to believe!
Or so
We were
Led to
Believe!

Things that go bump in the night.
Are you ready for a fright?
You'd better run - it's time for flight
'Cause squidgy things are going schlup.

Things that go bump in the night.
Pray for dawn and a burst of light.
Salvation is far - it's time for a fight
'Cause squidgy things are going schlup.



Inferior God
6/10/1996, 11/11/1996, 21/5/1997, 6/9/1997

Well I wake up in the morning and I'm kind of feeling fine.
     I don't care about the world outside.
And I say it like I feel it and I feel it like it is.
     I'm gonna be a long time tonight.
And I stay there in the darkness with my music playing loud.
     I don't want to see another face.
'Cause my bedroom is my own room and my word's the only law.
     It's my personal and private space.

Inferior God - rules over you.
Inferior God - pay him his due.
Inferior God - that's all you are.
An Inferior God!

Well the sun is shining sweetly and the birds are all in song.
     Everybody's got a smiley face.
But I'm feeling like a bastard and I'm dressed up like a doll,
     Like a chainsaw that's been trimmed with lace.
Though the world is all quite happy, I just couldn't give a shit.
     Fucked up angst is just the way I am.
It's not easy being cheesy and all happy, full of smiles,
     When your brains have been reduced to Spam.

Inferior God - rules over you.
Inferior God - pay him his due.
Inferior God - that's all you are.
An Inferior God!

You wanted pleasure, you found pain.
You wanted good times, never again.
And now you're drowning in the rain.
Inferior God!

Well the night falls down around me and I bow under its weight,
     And its darkness lights up my soul.
When I see the couples smiling then my mind is filled with hate,
     And my heart is just a gaping hole.
Would I smite them, or be like them, or become their only king,
     Overrule them with my iron rod?
But my dreaming comes to nothing 'cause I cannot do a thing,
     I am just an Inferior God!

Inferior God - rules over you.
Inferior God - pay him his due.
Inferior God - that's all you are.
An Inferior God!



Get Your Fix on Route 666
17/12/1996

Satan moves with bloody retribution.
Heavens above - too far to save.
What can I do to ease the pain and torment?
Behave.

I wake from the nightmare, sweating with a fever.
Memory fades like a sun bleached piece of wood.
My body's still shaking - the message fills my head now:
Be good.

I set to work quickly, gathering equipment.
Injecting the drug, my body gives a heave.
I drift into darkness; an altar to corruption.
Believe.

The black becomes clouded as all turns quite hellish.
The lightning strikes and my mind is cleft.
As it tries to kill me I reach out for the drug.
Bereft.

The hospital is screaming - I'm rushed in rather quickly.
They try their best but it won't be long.
As I flatline on the table they cope as best they can.
Be strong.

My home is a coffin; I live within the earth;
My spirit is free; I feel quite relieved.
My mother stands weeping, her child a misfortune,
Berieved.



Scary Man
28/1/1997
Critique

Beware the scary man, my child -
Many's the body he's defiled;
He looks quite ugly and he's mean.
Although you'll think that he looks sad,
He is interminably mad.
He smells because he isn't clean.

Scary man, scary man;
He'll scare you any way he can;
He'll make you want to run away.
Where will you run to? Where will you flee?
Will you keep your sanity?
He'll make you want to run all day.


Where will you go? East or West?
North or South? Which is best?
When he scares you, you won't care.
It doesn't matter where you go,
The scary man will always know.
He'll track you down and find you there.

Scary man, scary man;
He'll scare you any way he can;
He'll make you want to run away.
Where will you run to? Where will you flee?
Will you keep your sanity?
He'll make you want to run all day.



Splinter
27/5/1997

Blink. I got a splinter in my eye and when I blink I can feel it rubbing.
     I gotta blink. I got a splinter rubbing in my eye. Blink.
I gotta blink. There's a splinter in my eye and if I blink then it rubs inside me,
     And when I blink I can feel the splinter in my eye. Blink.
When I blink there's a rubbing in my eye from the blinking splinter inside me.
     But I blink and the splinter stays inside my eye. Blink.
If I blink then the splinter rubs my eye, but I blink and I can't remove it.
     So I blink and the splinter rubs inside my eye. Blink.

Blink. I got a blinker in my blink and when I blink I can feel it blinking.
     I gotta blink. I got a blinker blinking in my blink. Blink.
Blink. I gotta blink and I blink and I blink and I blink and it hurts like blink ow blink ow blink
      But I blink and I blink and I blink and ow. Blink. Blink.

I got a splinter in my eye and when I — I can feel it rubbing.
     I gotta — I got a splinter rubbing in my eye.
I gotta — There's a splinter in my eye and if I — then it rubs inside me,
     And when I — I can feel the splinter in my eye.
When I — there's a rubbing in my eye from the —ing splinter inside me.
     But I — and the splinter stays inside my eye.
If I — then the splinter rubs my eye, but I — and I can't remove it.
     So I — and the splinter rubs inside my eye.

BLINK.



Splinter [the other version]
27/5/1997

Fuck. I got a splinter in my dick and when I fuck I can feel it rubbing.
     I gotta fuck. I got a splinter rubbing in my dick. Fuck.
I gotta fuck. There's a splinter in my dick and if I fuck then it rubs inside me,
     And when I fuck I can feel the splinter in my dick. Fuck.
When I fuck there's a rubbing in my dick from the fucking splinter inside me.
     But I fuck and the splinter stays inside my dick. Fuck.
If I fuck then the splinter rubs my dick, but I fuck and I can't remove it.
     So I fuck and the splinter rubs inside my dick. Fuck.

Fuck. I got a fucker in my fuck and when I fuck I can feel it fucking.
     I gotta fuck. I got a fucker fucking in my fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. I gotta fuck and I fuck and I fuck and I fuck and it hurts like fuck ow fuck ow fuck
      But I fuck and I fuck and I fuck and ow. Fuck. Fuck.

I got a splinter in my dick and when I — I can feel it rubbing.
     I gotta — I got a splinter rubbing in my dick.
I gotta — There's a splinter in my dick and if I — then it rubs inside me,
     And when I — I can feel the splinter in my dick.
When I — there's a rubbing in my dick from the —ing splinter inside me.
     But I — and the splinter stays inside my dick.
If I — then the splinter rubs my dick, but I — and I can't remove it.
     So I — and the splinter rubs inside my dick.

FUCK.



Father Sun
2/8/1997, 3/8/1997

Father Sun, Brother Sun,
I wait for you all night.
Mother Sun, Sister Sun,
I need to see the light.
Cover me in glory, the golden light you shine.
Niece and Nephew, Cousin Sun,
You really are so fine.

Father Sun, Brother Sun,
You're just a ball of flame.
Mother Sun, Sister Sun,
I love you just the same.
A giant burning ball of gas, floating in the sky.
Aunt and Uncle, Daughter Sun,
You'll never ever die.

Father Sun, Brother Sun,
You blind me with your light.
Mother Sun, Sister Sun,
To hide yourself from sight.
You boil off all the water; the Earth with drought now fills.
Godfather Sun and Sun-in-Law
Your global warming kills.

Father Sun, Brother Sun,
Your touch is living fire.
Mother Sun, Sister Sun,
You light my funeral pyre.
Burn me to a flaky crisp, a burnt-out husky shell.
Grandma Sun and Grandpa Sun,
It's you who heats up Hell.



Concrete Uterus
13/8/1997, 14/8/1997

Walking down the street
Street after street
Hurting in your feet
Pain

See it all the time
Time after time
Killing is a crime

Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Common
Sense
Kills

Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Kills

Clothes are nice and white
Whiter than white
Looking kind of bright
Smart

Feeling kind of blue
Bluer than blue
Black is more for you

Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Common
Sense
Kills

Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Kills

Register a birth
Birth after birth
Filling up the Earth
Groans

People are a curse
Curse on this curse
Getting ever worse

Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Common
Sense
Kills

Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Kills

Don't mess with the law
Law after law
Surely there's some flaw
Wrong

Courts'll take a year
Year after year
Justice isn't here

Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Common
Sense
Kills

Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Common sense kills
Kills



Sweetcorn Gets Everywhere
18/8/1997

Love is dead, blood is red,
Everything's over my head.
I can't remember what I've said.
I think I'm going crazy.

Black or white, rich or poor,
Day and night your ma's a whore.
Sweetcorn getting everywhere.
My memory is hazy.

Sweetcorn?

Love is red, I am dead.
I think your father's fucking Fred.
In the office; not the bed,
'Cause that would just be queer.

Your sister Ruth told the truth
Of how you gt that yellow tooth
And why you never drink Vermouth.
The sweetcorn man is here!

Sweetcorn.

What the Hell, ring the bell,
Tell them what you're trying to sell,
And what is that peculiar smell?
I think it might be sweetcorn.

Sweetcorn!

Sweetcorn here, sweetcorn there,
Sweetcorn fucking everywhere:
On the table, on the chair,
On the floor, in your hair.
Sweetcorn is without compare
For getting fucking everywhere,
And I think that I cannot bear
Sweetcorn!

Your brother Guy told a lie:
He said you ate the apple pie,
And my red love is going to die,
And that would be so sad.

I know you hate being late,
But Sandra has a dinner date,
And was that sweetcorn I just ate?
I could be going mad...

=BRING=

Roy just phoned. He was stoned.
He wants the chainsaw that you loaned
To Bill that cousin Benny owned
With which we chopped the tree down.

Tell me why did you lie
About the colour of the sky?
When it's red I want to die,
But first I want some sweetcorn.



Apathy
18/8/1997

Other people's songs,
They try to right all the wrongs,
But mine couldn't give a shit...
That's it



How Can I Tell You I Love You, When My Dick is in a Blender?
21/8/1997, 28/8/1997

Now that you tell me we're through, I'm really on a bender.
But how can I tell you I love you, when my dick is in a blender?

You tell me you hate me and you want me to die.
When you maim me this way I know you're going to try.
I'd tell you I love you but you're deaf to my pleas.
You'll only be happy when I'm down on my knees.

What can I possibly do, when you've wrapped me 'round the fender?
How can I tell you I love you, when my dick is in a blender?

You crashed my new car and you burnt all my stuff.
Now you're holding me prisoner but it isn't enough.
You want me to suffer 'till I can't take no more.
I get the impression that you're just a touch sore.

I sent you a love poem or two, but you just returned to sender.
How can I tell you I love you, when my dick is in a blender?

You torture me daily just to laugh at my pain,
Destroying my body parts again and again.
I'd try to console you but you don't want to hear.
You just grin manically and feed off my fear.

What do you want me to do? I'm feeling mighty tender.
How can I tell you I love you, when my dick is in a blender?



Formaldehyde Suicide
11/9/1997, 12/9/1997

Masochistic
Fetishistic
Taste the pain that feels divine
Apathetic
Anaesthetic
Flesh for bread and blood for wine
     Life is short
     Death is wide
     Formaldehyde
     Suicide

Preservation
Reservation
Pickled bodies free from sin
Public worry
Need to hurry
People dying to get in
     Sanctuary
     Place to hide
     Formaldehyde
     Suicide

Australasia
Euthanasia
Get down under underground
Peace and quiet
Protein diet
Hide away away from sound
     Cling on tight
     Take a ride
     Formaldehyde
     Suicide



Conjectures on the Possibility of Life in Other (Lobes)
29/9/1997, 12/10/1997, 14/10/1997

I see all around me
    signs of existence pouring out
I see all around me
I see it all

I know that you want me
    hanging around all of the time
I know that you want me
I know it all

    Do you know if you can see me now?
    Dream the dream of a golden cow.
    Dream of Power, Dream of greed
    Plant within you the demon seed
    I think you'd better!

I become a cloud
    at one with the sky always floating
I become a cloud and
I feel the rain

I become the earth
    all poisons and toxins all floating
I become the earth and
I feel the pain

    Do you know if you can see me cry?
    See the truth hid within the lie.
    See my want and See my need
    Nurture sweetly the demon seed
    I think you'd better!

Eyes of blazing lightning
    striking the ground all around me
Eyes of blazing lightning
Eyes that will bite

Eyes of pounding thunder
    beating the air all about me
Eyes of pounding thunder
Strip me of sight

    Do you know if you can see my pain?
    Hear me cry out again, again.
    Hear suffering, Hear defeat
    Let it grow from the demon seed
    I think you'd better!

I believe in angels
    flying above looking down and
I believe in angels
All good and well

I believe in demons
    locked within our worthless bodies
I believe in demons
Making life Hell

    Do you know if you can see my faith?
    Feel the change as you become a wraith.
    Feel liberty, Feel it freed
    And bear the fruit of the demon seed
    I think you'd better!



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12/11/1997

Dogshit in heaven, such a disgrace.
Fucking find the culprit before we lose face.
Dogshit in heaven, who put it there?
Fucking find the culprit and throw him downstairs.

     Was it Lassie? No, no - it wasn't Lassie.
     Not Lassie? No, no - it wasn't Lassie.

Dogshit in heaven, such a disgrace.
Fucking find the culprit before we lose face.
Dogshit in heaven, who put it there?
Fucking find the culprit and throw him downstairs.

     Well was it Odie? No, no - it was not Odie.
     Not stupid Odie? No, no - it wasn't Odie.

Dogshit in heaven, such a disgrace.
Fucking find the culprit before we lose face.
Dogshit in heaven, who put it there?
Fucking find the culprit and throw him downstairs.

     Was it Ren? No, no - it wasn't Ren.
     Not Ren Hoek? No, it wasn't Ren Hoek.

Dogshit in heaven, such a disgrace.
Fucking find the culprit before we lose face.
Dogshit in heaven, who put it there?
Fucking find the culprit and throw him downstairs.

     Was it the hobo? Not the littlest hobo.
     It's not the hobo? Not the ickle little hobo.

Dogshit in heaven, such a disgrace.
Fucking find the culprit before we lose face.
Dogshit in heaven, who put it there?
Fucking find the culprit and throw him downstairs.

     And was it Cujo? No, no - it wasn't Cujo.
     Not cute, little Cujo? No, it was not Cujo.

Dogshit in heaven, such a disgrace.
Fucking find the culprit before we lose face.
Dogshit in heaven, who put it there?
Fucking find the culprit and throw him downstairs.

     Was it Cerberus? Yes it fucking was Cerberus.
     It was Cerberus? Yes, blame fucking Cerberus.

Dogshit in heaven, blame Cerberus.
Caused a mighty stink and an almighty fuss.
Dogshit in heaven, left a funny smell
And Cerberus became the watchdog of Hell.



Another Random Pizza
18/3/1998, 29/3/1998, 30/3/1998

A thousand lies spinning in your head
You can't remember what the fuck you've said
You're so fucked up that you wish you were dead

The wild river takes you in its flow
You can't remember what the fuck you know
You're so fucked up that you just let go

Floating down
To the ground
Not a sound
You're just another random pizza

Floating down
To the ground
Not a sound
You're just another random pizza

One down two to go

You want to find out if you know
You're not quite sure but you don't think so
The wild river takes you in its flow

You want to see if you can fly
You're not quite sure but you'll give it a try
You know you can't just before you die

Flying down
To the ground
Screaming loud
You're just another random pizza

Flying down
To the ground
Screaming loud
You're just another random pizza

Two down one to go

Your friend there gives you quite a show
As you're pushed around you get in the know
The wild river takes you in its flow

Your friend there gives you quite a push
As you hurtle down you get quite a rush
When you hit the ground you become red mush

Hurtling down
To the ground
See the crowd
You're just another random pizza

Hurtling down
To the ground
See the crowd
You're just another random pizza

Three down in the flow

Floating down
To the ground
Not a sound
You're just another random pizza

Flying down
To the ground
Screaming loud
You're just another random pizza

Hurtling down
To the ground
See the crowd
You're just another random pizza



Hail to the King, Baby
3/4/1998, 19/4/1998

Dark crack, Mountain backs
And I trace your arms down heroin tracks
I don't give a fuck about your money

Dark grey in the purple night
When I need a taste of your sweetness and light
I just want a small taste of your honey

Where now? Tell me how
I lay my lips on your feverish brow
There's no way you're ever going to tell me maybe

Where did the knife go wrong?
Did it plunge too deep with a powerful song?
I tell you, "Hail to the king now, baby."

Dark fire, Deep desire
You cut through my mind like a burning wire
We are the whole sum of existence

Dark clouds disappear
I give you my love for your hate and fear
You could never give me resistance

Eyes bright, shining white
I burn with the force of your powerful light
There's no way I'm ever going to tell you maybe

Eyes shed silent tears
The full force of love never disappears
I tell you, "Give me some sugar, baby."



A World of Darkness
8/4/1998

Here I live in a world of darkness
The skies are grey and the sun won't shine
But I know... that with time it's gonna be just fine

Here I live in a world of darkness
The days are dim and the nights are long
But I know... I'll be okay if I just stay strong

Here I live in a world of darkness
A masquerade from my fellow man
But I know... I will survive if I believe I can

Here I live in a world of darkness
Apocalypse is the prohets' cry
But I know... this is not my time to die

Here I live in a world of darkness
Ascension lies somewhere out of sight
But I know... it's just another symptom of the night

Here I live in a world of darkness
Oblivion is the people's drug
But I know... their hearts would stir if we just give them a tug

Here I live in a world of darkness
The dreaming minds of the people sleep
But I know... that we can reach them 'cause they're not too deep

Here I die in my world of darkness
My time runs out as the night draws in
But I know... my soul still burns with hope within



Trepanic
19/4/1998, 17/5/1998

There's a hole in the back of my head where my brain leaks out
There's a hole in the back of my brain where my thoughts leak out

When I rise in the morning and I look at my pillow
Where my thoughts are blue and my brain is yellow

There's a hole in the back of my head where my brain leaks out
There's a hole in the back of my brain where my thoughts leak out

I'm green with envy and red with blood
And they mix inside and they look like mud

There's a hole in the back of my head where my brain leaks out
There's a hole in the back of my brain where my thoughts leak out

When I talk to my girl I don't know what I told her
'Cause my memory's dribbling down my shoulder

There's a hole in the back of my head where my brain leaks out
There's a hole in the back of my brain where my thoughts leak out

Well I fear for the safety of my nose
If I sneeze too hard then my head explodes

There's a hole in the back of my head where my brain leaks out
There's a hole in the back of my brain where my thoughts leak out



Nine Seconds Left
18/5/1998, 19/5/1998

There's a man with a gun pointed at my head
And a guy at my feet that's already dead
There's a badge in his hand saying he's a fed
And his blood's slowly turning the carpet red

There's a man with a gun pointed at my head
And my memory's blocked off what he's said
I could ask him again, I could bluff instead
But I don't want a trip to the land of the dead

There's a man with a gun pointed at my head
But they know I'm here 'cause my friend he fled
But they'll think I'm here with a veteran fed
What they don't know though is he's already dead

There's a man with a gun pointed at my head
And I can't remember everything he's said
Could his name be Bill? Could his name be Ted?
But it doesn't matter if I won't be spared

There's a man with a— <BANG>



Nine Seconds Left [realtime version]
19/5/1998

[Sound of close breathing, out-in-out-in.., at a rate of slightly faster than one "out-in" a second. Continues. Precisely on the ninth second, loud gunshot. Complete cessation of all other sound (which is only the breathing). Silence. End.]



Fuck the Lord
12/4/1999
Critique

You never close your eyes
Whenever we are making love.
When I'm between your thighs,
You always look to God above.

How can I compete with Him
When He is omnipresent?
It makes me feel inferior.
It makes me feel so unpleasant.

You never shriek nor cry
Whenever we are making love.
But I can hear your sigh;
The one you save for God above.

How can I compete with Him
When He can touch your soul?
It makes me feel invisible.
It makes me feel quite alone.

You never hold me tight
Whenever we are making love.
And through the dark of night
You only cling to God above.

How can I compete with Him
When He has filled your heart?
It makes me feel inadequate.
It makes me feel torn apart.

You never kiss my lips
Whenever we are making love.
When we are grinding hips
You always think of God above.

How can I compete with Him
When He has so enamoured you.
It makes me feel insignificant.
It makes me feel like I've been hammered through.

You never fuck the Lord
Whenever we are making love.
For he has no pork sword:
You cannot fuck with God above.

How can He compete with me
When He can't manifest?
It makes me feel invincible.
It makes me feel that I'm the best.



All that other crap...

Before I go on, I would like to say to the modern day saint that is Mother Theresa, if you (or someone who could pass this message on to you) are reading this, 'Sorry, okay? No offence was meant, and I hope none was taken. We truly respect you for the inestimably good person that you are.' Thank you. And in a similar vein, I would also like to apologise to any two-headed Elvis love clones currently residing on or around the environs of the planet Mars, or for that matter on any other planet in our solar system. Sorry to rub it in, guys, but you always seem to get shat upon, eh?

I would like to acknowledge the following sources:

Dedicated to Mykl.

Creativity