Thought Industry Lyrics
Thought Industry Lyrics
"Boil Lyrics"
Dear John Letter Lyrics
[ Skeeter ] Dear John oh how I hate to write dear John I must let you know tonight That my love for you has died away like grass upon the lawn And tonight I wed another dear John [ Bobby ] I was overseas in battle when the postman came to m
[ Skeeter ] Dear John oh how I hate to write dear John I must let you know tonight That my love for you has died away like grass upon the lawn And tonight I wed another dear John [ Bobby ] I was overseas in battle when the postman came to m
[I) Eating Shit As An Occupation]
Dennis Hurley, guns and coffee. Lucky strikes.
Suede shoes. Polyester slacks cramped posture.
Staleman, frail hands. Shake caffeine palsy. Lame
veteran korea grips breasts. Wife's breasts. Gorge
bruised nipples. Welted glazed thighs. Half-gallon
bourbon. Slit my intentions. Boil.
Octopus lentils, leeks, lamb cabbage, spinach, squash
pie, prunes, and eggplant, curdled goat's blood milk,
head cheese, rye roast. Peel shrimp fetus cold aborted
I woke up late this morning that's the second lime this week if my boss finds out I'm late again he's sure to make me leave is there no end to my worries I'm forever wondering My girlfriend's name is Susan we got engaged last m
dennis' love zanex. Wet sleep dead man. Slit my
aspirations. Boil.
Me be itsy silly fluffy boy. Golly folly. Skippy
trippie pixie slippy toy. Lolly polly. Shoot me.
Rat squeal secrets. Desade roleplay. Whipped skin
hot back. Sidhartha cancer. Tock murders the lorax.
Shower head. Crammed fist. Launch crying children
sprint deceptive off chin. Priss grin. Wipe cream crust
on the red white blue. L. B.J. kiss me. Slit my
occup
Grotesque Putrefied Brains Lyrics
[musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1993] Cerebral cortex slashed, Frontal lobes abrased, Cerebellum gouged, Your hypophysis avulsed... Medulla severed, Lobes dismembered, Hypothalamus punctured, Optic chasm ruptured... The pons is scrape
ation. Boil. [musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1993] Cerebral cortex slashed, Frontal lobes abrased, Cerebellum gouged, Your hypophysis avulsed... Medulla severed, Lobes dismembered, Hypothalamus punctured, Optic chasm ruptured... The pons is scrape
[II) Burning Kalamazoo To The Ground With Zippo fluid]
Clear filthy water. Dung campus housing. Slumlord
rule. Raise my rent. Pure cutesy water. Strappy vein
bulging tight lamp cord. God of love. Don't travel to
belfast, Ian. Arms poked bony skin. Plum badge of
honor.
War hero. Suck. Stick. Right. Pregnant womb K'zoo.
Mud scene pie easy stroking farce. I'm not loyal.
"Step down Mr. and Mrs. Politically Correct. It's so
easy to be "punk"
The Difference Lyrics
Now you've come this far to prove a point, that never made much sense, swallow this down like all your pills, now your choking on your words that follow me to my sleep, wide awake and I can't feel it Of all these things I should have
and "aware" living at home. YouNow you've come this far to prove a point, that never made much sense, swallow this down like all your pills, now your choking on your words that follow me to my sleep, wide awake and I can't feel it Of all these things I should have
can't change shit, you're too self-righteous; you're the
bigots you flount to loathe."
Cappuccino, Darvans with vodka. Pente'. Zig Zag.
Courvoisier. Nitrous. Karaoke. Cornbread Patrick.
Albert Hoffman dreams a wind chime. Buck shot.
Limbau swill rot champagne. Swill granola holy. Meth
sneeze blood hurl. Slit my education. Boil light.
Shoot me boy. Love's a prescription love feast.
Let's go sailing Mr. Hurley.