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BLOOD DUSTER LYRICS
"Cunt" (2001)
1. We Are The Word Police
2. Big Fat Arse
3. Another Slack Arsed Aussie Band
4. Porn Store Stiffi
5. Pissing Contest
6. I Just Finished Sucking Off Metalheads In The Mens Urinals
7. Hoochie Mumma
8. I Love It When Joe Pesci Swears
9. Stock Takin'
10. Lets All Fuck
11. A Track Suit Is Not Appropriate Metal Apparel
12. The Corpse Song
13. Fuck You Scene Boy
14. Is Killing Clones Illegal
15. Don't Call Me Homeboy Ya' Cunt
16. Spefeven
17. The Object Is To Shift Some Units
18. Sweet Meat
19. Dis-Organ-Ized (Impetigo cover)
1. We Are The Word Police
Cunt I think is fine
It is my favourite line
We spent our time saying cunt
And finding words that rhyme
Go!!
Swearing all the time
And finding words that rhyme
I love to shout and scream
Mostly the obscene
I love to swear and spit and cuss
And cause a nasty scene
2. Big Fat Arse
Scu-Scu-Scu-Scu
'Scuse Me,
But you have got the biggest but i've ever seen
Twirl it round I'll knock ya down
Its really quite obsene
Your asking me to feel it,
I don't wanna be rude
The fucking thing it takes up room
Im not in the mood.
3. Another Slack Arsed Aussie Band
4. Porn Store Stiffi
I'm catching the bus,
to go down to my favourite place,
it's not the nicest,
but its where i like to show my face,
I like them pornstores
theres nudes and its's all free,
I like to wonder round,
rubbing my stiffie.
I may be standing there and a mag will take my fancy,
i will rub myself to cum still,
its quite relaxing
I'll cum on you
5. Pissing Contest
6. I Just Finished Sucking Off Metalheads In The Mens Urinals
I have been in the urinals all night
Sucking off metal-heads is such a delight
I love to taste the sperm running down ma neck
Just before I go onstage
Its better than a Becks
7. Hoochie Mumma
I feel like your hoochie mumma
Under the covers
You taste so sweet, you like my meat -ah
Stoke the fi -ah
Face the facts you want me bad -ah
Like your moth -ah
Feel my girth and look in wonder
Im a fuck machine like no other
The desire
To try her
Before you buy her
Desire
To try her
Before You
I feel like your hoochie mumma
Under the covers
You taste so sweet, you like my meat -ah
Stoke the fi -ah
The desire
To try her
Before you buy her
The Desire
To try her
Before You...buy her
The desire
To try her
Before you buy her
8. I Love It When Joe Pesci Swears
9. Stock Takin'
10. Lets All Fuck
11. A Track Suit Is Not Appropriate Metal Apparel
It seems tat the death of metal is close at hand
It gives me a chill unparalleled
What the fuck's track suit for???
A millions clones of Korn and Limp Bizkit
Are spreading through the land
What the fuck's track suit for???
Commercial sellout bandwagon whore
12. The Corpse Song
The touch of your flesh fills me with pride
The pride that I dug you up after you had died
The smell of your flesh, rotting and so sweet
Is the aphrodisiac that I need for my meet
The sensual exploration if your body so fine
The smell of your remains mixes wll over time
I feel the need to love you it's just something unexplained
When I tell my friends about my lust they tell me I'm insane
I want to fuck a corpse
Hey there mum it's your favourite son
Come and hace a look what your little boy's done
Did it for you cos' I love you so much
Watch me put my pee-pee in your dorty ol' guts
Yeah! alright yeah......baby
13. Fuck You Scene Boy
So fucking sick
Of sucking dick
Hanging off my nut
I don't give a fuck
You live or die
I'm not gonna cry
Or waste my time
Listen to you whine
So stick your scene
And your righteous dremas
Ram it up your cunt
You fucking little p.c. runt!!!
14. Is Killing Clones Illegal
15. Don't Call Me Homeboy Ya' Cunt
I ain't no fuckin' hood
Don't call me brother
Cos that ain't no good
And got homies to call my own
Ain't got no gun
And I live at home
Don't call me home boy
I wear sharp threads
That much is true
And I can't rap and neither can you
I'm not down or fly or dope
But I play metal and swing a rope
Don't call me home boy
yo'
16. Spefeven
This song is to a count of seven
That's the way the lyrics fit what rhymes?
Oh it's heaven
Writing lyrics is boring I'm gonna say eleven
I'm running out of shit to rhyme make up a word spefeven
17. The Object Is To Shift Some Units
18. Sweet Meat
19. Dis-Organ-Ized (Impetigo cover)
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