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FLESH PARADE LYRICS
"Kill Whitey" (1998 EP)
1. Monsieur Lebeaux
2. Backstabber
3. King Cobra
4. Bite and Get In It
5. Fat and Gristle
6. Worthless
7. Bite and Get In It
8. Just a Little
9. Coping With It
10. Lighten Up
11. 'Bout Had It
12. How About Some Good Stuff
1. Monsieur Lebeaux
2. Backstabber
3. King Cobra
4. Bite and Get In It
5. Fat and Gristle
One is fat and one is fatter
One is Fat and one is Gristle
One is fatter than the other
Both are black and always pissed off
They hate violence, they get carried away
Fat and Gristle
A little upset, startin' up some violence
Fuckin' shit up, kinda carried away
Very drunk and not gonna take shit
Ya pissed'em off and now you're fucked
Fuckin' shit up with a 32oz. ketchup bottle
Friday night in the house
Smokin' clickum like a mouse
Don't give a fuck gonna shoot it up
Pour it over dey heads, dope it up
Betcha goin' fishin' alla the time
Baby goin' fishin' too
Betcho wife, yo sweet wife
Gonna catch mo' fish den you
Buildings fall and kingdoms crawl
Fuckin' shit up fo' Taj Mahal
Fat and Gristle bloody and confused
Lots of sliced beef for them to consume
Doin' it all foe, Taj Mahal C'mon!
Dey got da blues so bad one time their face a permanent frown
Dey feelin' so much better dey can cakewalk into town
C'mon
You take Fat and Gristle standin' on ma hillside
Gristle splanin' ta Fat, dahlin' looka da water deep in da river wide
And here comes Captain Carl, Ole Captain Carl carry'n dem guns up the hill
And you know he's tellin' C.T. load my guns I got some crackers to kill
Really fucked up, drunk, mean and violent
Time to make a change, rearrange, think, doesn't matter
Mentally incapable of doing anything rationally
One is fat and one is fatter
One is Fat and one is Gristle
One is fatter than the other
Hate dem crackers, love fat brothers
Doin' it all fo Taj Mahal
6. Worthless
See me, know me, hate me, beat me
Scorn me, break me, become me, hate me
Hate your fucking self, it's not my problem
Leave me be alone, suffering alive
What do you care? It's not your problem
I am worthless, opinions implanted
The body cannot withstand the hatred of existing
The mind's capacity for hatred has no boundaries
Disgusted with myself too much to bear
Emotional overload mutating my reality
Why must I live with myself?
When I cannot get ketchup on my Long John Silverware
Live for no one, believe in no one
Worship nothing, expect nothing
Receive nothing, depend on no one
Nothing but a slave, weak, useless
Betrayed, defiled, ridiculed, hated, cheated
Degraded, tortured, forsaken and abandoned
By society, by loved ones and by strangers
By existence, by yourself and by myself
Picking at my anus
Digging through my life
Remnants of the past
A wave consuming me
A plague devouring me
Live for no one, believe in no one
Worship nothing, expect nothing
Receive nothing, depend on no one
Nothing but a slave, weak, useless
7. Bite and Get In It
8. Just a Little
9. Coping With It
Life is an affliction depending on reflection
I need affection to cure life's infection
Life is an addiction to cope with indecision
Hook me up, connection
Marijuana, Marijuana
Marijuana, Marijuana
Marijuana, in my brain and on my mind
You're my best friend, so caring, ever loving and so kind
Go to my brain, just go to my head
Just make me smile and make me forget
Life is real and it's depressing
A waste of time, oh so depressing
Searching for love is so depressing
If you open your eyes it's so depressing
Depression, Opah, youah, eyeah, ees, awoo, eewesha
It's tough all over so you've got to have a getaway
An alternate route for when your life just slips away
Set some time aside for the smile that always makes the day
You take a big hit, your eyes are glass as you relax
Calm down!
It's not as bad as you think
You've got to look around, enjoy what you've got
You can do much better than this
It's all up to you, just move and then you take another hit of poo poo
Hiding from your life, smoking weed
Enjoying yourself, just talking to myself
Doesn't look like much happiness for me just smoking weed
Weed
Weed
Marijuana
Coping with it, living with a sometimes smile
Enduring without it, life is too much
I am coping, I have a chance
To enjoy life and to live with life
I'm not preaching, or telling you what to do
But it works for me, the best of all the rest
And I think it's stupid to scorn upon for weed
Cause I'm fucked up and I'm happier than I've ever been
10. Lighten Up
11. 'Bout Had It
I have 'Bout Had It with this life I've made for me
It's so easy to brainwash yourself, you wanna be...
Something more a little exicting, you try to change yourself
So much uncertainty, wanna be so much somebody else
So now you've got a fucked up mess you don't know who you are
You're so confused, life hurts so bad, it's just not fair, you're oh so sad
Save the self pity and the false solutions
Cause we've all got our problems and you've got to do your best
It can always get better eventually
But you've gotta change your life not who you've gotta be
Acid visions, burning decisions, pressure is building walls of indecision
Use the power, the power your mind, evaluate your life, it's yours and you've
'Bout Had It
You've 'Bout Had It
I've 'Bout Had It
I keep my silence as I wither away
Push the same consistant diaphragm
I am pissed off, this is bullshit
I can't believe that life is really like this
Can you make a true decision?
Leave everyone out, it's your decision
You can change your mind, or leave it be
But if you've 'Bout Had It, try THC
12. How About Some Good Stuff
Goochi Goochi Good Stuff
Silly about good stuff
Some people like other stuff
But I don't really care
Like to get attention
Center of attention
Fuckin' ass faggots
All insecure
Johnny grabbed his pistol, headed for the high road
Musta got his hands on some real good stuff
I know a secret, Johnny's got that secret
Always is aware of some real good stuff
Johnny grabbed a six pack
Silly cause of nothing
Laughing and giggling on a Friday night
Walla Walla Big Bong
Now you're cookin' Johnny
Gonna lay it on all thick and clumpy
Seasons greetings, Johnny's bleeding
Self induced aggressive beating
Johnny likes his presents on Christmas Eve
And gets all liquored up to ease the pain
Johnny grabbed a six pack
Silly cause of nothing
Laughing and giggling on a Friday night
Walla Walla Big Bong
Now you're cookin' Johnny
Gonna lay it on all thick and clumpy
Johnny grabbed his pistol, headed for the high road
Musta got his hands on some real good stuff
I know a secret, Johnny's got that secret
Always is aware of some good stuff
Drunk fat guys flying all over me
I think I better lay down and go to sleep
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