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Son of a Riff
03:43
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SON OF A RIFF
This is a song, a song about cooking riffs
A cooking song!
Not a cooking song, a song about rolling spliffs
Smoking a bong!
No not smoking a bong Matthew, but writing yourself a hit
Hitting is wrong!
Yes hitting is wrong, unless your song is utter shit
Now!
Back to the song, it's got nothing to do with spliffs
Smoking is wrong!
Yes smoking is wrong, unless you're smoking on a riff
Put your riff in a bong!
No, writing a song you chop up a bunch of riffs
Bananas are fun!
Whatever, just as long, as long as you're singing it
You could be wrong for thinking that we're shit
Who thinks we're shit!
Most people write their songs, their songs around a riff
Riding our bikes!
But show me your song, your song that's tough as shit
Let's shit in a bong!
Whatever, just as long, as long as you're singing it
This is song about cooking up a riff
A cooking song!
Not a cooking song, a song about rolling spliffs
Smoking a bong!
No, not smoking a bong Matthew, but writing yourself a hit
Hitting is wrong!
Yes hitting is wrong unless your song is utter shit
Yeah!
Quit your bitchin'
Get in the kitchen
And cook me up some riffs!
This is fun! Cooking and riffing! Yeah!
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2. |
Grip It
02:18
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GRIP IT
Sometimes life's like wanking with sandpaper.
Dropping acid and skating hills.
Washing dishes and popping pills.
Smoking Pot and acting the dill.
Skills to pay the bills.
When I'm in trouble I think of jesus
Filled with drugs and semen and sexy diseases.
Whoops I got a little off track
Thinking of jesus smoking crack
Your religious texts are such a farce
Send me one to wipe my arse.
Grip it and Rip It!
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3. |
Hi Viz
03:34
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HI VIZ (IZ DA BIZ)
oo oo oo oo oo oo yeah
Searching for your kiss,
salivating bliss,
sailing in a sea of piss,
Hi Viz iz da biz.
Don't struggle with this,
Its you I never miss,
With my glow in the dark jizz,
Hi Viz iz da biz
I couldn't see you,
I was a mess,
until you wore,
that orange vest!
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4. |
Duckeye Boogie
02:31
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DUCKEYE BOOGIE
(random scatting)
Hey Matt, what are you doing?
Scattin'!
Do you scatting is German for playing with your own shit?
Aww what?
I'm OK with it.
Yeah!
Oh, I see what you're doing, yeah, that could work.
Everybody I found a sound
It's coming from downtown
If you give it half a chance
It'll make you shit your pants
It's colour is golden browne
It's soft and warm and round
It's time for you to know
Drop your guts cos here we go!
Duckeye Boogie! Dance until you shit your pants!
Everybody let's boogie
Everybody let's dance
Take our musical laxative
And shit your pants
Drop your pants
And wiggle your bits
Raise your hands
Here comes the shit
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5. |
Windmills
02:50
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WINDMILLS
Come on everybody it's time to show some love
We gotta bunch of gerbils that ain't gonna shove
Shove'm up our bum!
What the hell would your poor old mother think?
Ya bloody idiots!
If she ever catches us she'll give us a bloody good clip around the ears, ya little ratbags!
Why does our poor old mother get mad?
When our peurile lyrics are so rad.
No they're not!
It's enough to drive her to the drink.
Two pots and I'm anyone's!
If she ever catches us she'll give us a bloody good clip around the ears, ya little ratbags!
Please don't ever make her tell us thrice!
That's bloody 3 times now!
It's nice to be important
but more important to be nice!
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TUESDAY, I GO THE BLUES WAY
Tuesday, I go the bluesway,
some say, danke schoen.
I ride on the bus,
the sun it burns my neck,
I don't make a fuss,
I get the cancer checked
Oh bay-be
Tuesday, I go the bluesway,
some say, Qu'est-ce que c'est
Oom badoom ba dada
Tuesday, I go the bluesway,
some say, there's something in the way.
I ride on the bus,
the sun it burns my neck,
i don't make a fuss,
i get the cancer checked.
Tuesday, I go the bluesway,
some say, I did it my way!
Oom badoom ba dada
Some say, You're John Gay
I did it my way.
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7. |
I Need Rehab
01:46
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I NEED REHAB
Do you take drugs Danny?
Every day.
It's the best shit, it's not Hydro.
Going to bullfights on acid.
Let's pretend we're real human beings.
I need rehab.
You need rehab.
We need rehab.
Woo! Yeah!
Hey! Ho!
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8. |
What is Wrong with Me?
01:42
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Nothing.
You can't pray the gay away, it's in your DNA.
You can't pray the gay away, it's here to stay.
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9. |
Stool Bender
05:15
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STOOL BENDER
I raise a fist to your behind
Stick it where the sun don't shine
Please remove your diamond ring
Butt fisting
Stool Bender
Smoking spliffs
Writing riffs
Forgetting riffs
I'm so high!
Writing riffs
Smoking spliffs
Forgetting riffs
I'm so high!
Smoking spliffs
Writing riffs
Forgetting riffs
Forgetting
Forgetting
Forgetting
Top shelving herion in the 711
Hash browns and onion rings
These are some of my favourite things
Brown sugar brekkie bowl
Fudge packing
Stool Bender
Smoke'm if you got'm!
Top shelving with a garden gnome
The wizard's wand is driving it home
Dwarven hammer smashing my brain
The lower half, what are you insane?
How could he get that high when dwaves are fucking small?
Smoking cones with a garden gnome
Electric wizard is packing a bowl
Dwarven hammer smashing my brain
The lower half, what are you insane?
How could he get that high when dwaves are fucking small?
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10. |
Meth is Death
02:55
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METH IS DEATH
Listen
Mum's...
Listen
Dad's...
Kids
Listen!
Wake up in the morning and reach for the Bong
Go straight to work like there's nothing wrong
Your eyes are deepened red and dead inside
Drug addiction's no place to hide
First you start smoking weed
Then you move straight onto speed
Cocaine, Smack and Crack rocks too
Your whole turns into Poo
I had a friend who liked to say
"Herion, yeah, it's OK."
Of all the hard drugs, it gets "a real bum wrap"
For turning people's lives into utter crap!
Wake up in the morning reach for the Bong
Go straight to school like there's nothing wrong
Your eyes are deepened red and dead inside
Drug addiction's no place to hide
First you start smoking weed
Then you move straight onto speed
Cocaine, Smack and Crack rocks too
Your whole turns into Poo
I had a friend who liked to say
"Herion, yeah, it's OK."
Of all the hard drugs, it gets "a real bum wrap"
For turning people's lives into utter crap!
Meth is death
The smell of dick cheese on your breath
Listen
Mum's & Dad's
Listen
Dead shits
Listen
Yes... YOU!
Listen!
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11. |
Agonhymn
01:57
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AGONHYMN
They like tuning down
All their notes are brown
Beholding such a sound
With a Doom claw
Doom Claw
Doom Claw?
Yes a Doom claw
To crush your tiny ears
Tearing through your rear
They are to be feared
They like drinking beer
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12. |
Headbutt
02:45
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HEADBUTT
I remember it like it was yesterday
Mum, Matt, his Teddy and I were at the shops
We were waiting patiently in the corridor
whilst Mum was in the dunny doing plops
I was reading the Community Noticeboard cos I'm the intellectual type right
And Matt was getting aquainted with a real little arse wipe
You see his in this tug-o-war over his Teddy
And Matt's eyes were docile, not angry at all
Until I yelled out 3 simple words of direction
And you'll never guess what happened next...
Gimme back my Teddy Bear
Gimme back my Teddy Bear
Gimme back my Teddy Bear
Gimme back my Teddy Bear
Matt!
Headbutt!
NOW!
Like in slow motion, I still see Matt's thick skull
smashing his face to the ground.
And he drove that kid's skull
into the ground!
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13. |
Ayy Ayy
03:12
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AYY AYY
Ayy Ayy
Ayy Ayy
Ayy Ayy
Ayy Ayy
aww
Awwww
We shared a bunk when we were young
My sleep would finish when Matt's begun
His brutal snore could wake the dead
So I'd drop down aimed at his head
With years of fury aimed at his balls
I'd double kick smash him into the wall
Ayy Ayy
Ayy Ayy
Ayy Ayy
Ayy Ayy
Ayy Ayy
Ayy Ayy
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14. |
Panchow
05:54
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PANCHOW
Those fleshy cheeks keep him there
The prison bars are Matthew's pubic hairs
The stinky walls of his rectum
Trap our sibling inside my brother's bum
Panchow is "its" name
Yes "its" cos girl or boy, who can say?
It's never been seen from beyond these walls
barricaded by Matthew's sweaty balls
You can only imagine how I feel
Our family member trapped by Matthew's ancient seal.
That's right, there's someone trapped in his bum.
Never been seen, but once I heard
When Matt's asleep it sneaks out a single word
A call for help, an eerie cry
An urgent word from Matthew's dark brown eye
C'mon!
You can tell that it has spoken by the wretched smell.
The breath of demon traps it within the fiery bowels of hell.
A steady diet of rats and semen ain't enough to silence this
Anal Demon.
Hey!
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